My Boyfriend (나의 남자 친구) | ✓

[sp] prequel: pt. 1

Dedicated to @angelkiss16 for being there for this story since day one. love you gurl 💕

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contains references from the story's o6. when i get jealous chapter | a nod to o3. when he's jealous, o8. when he's overprotective, and 1o. when we break up chapters

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There's something about breakups that my friends don't get. It's that it doesn't take months, years, even magic, for the pain to disappear. It will stain. It's bound to stain. That's not something you can wash away easily.

I keep hearing, "It's already a year, man." Or the classic, "Find some chick to get your mind off of it." I want to laugh at their stupidity. They speak like they haven't come from breakups too. If moving on is as easy as saying it aloud, I wouldn't be here, am I? And if finding some chick is going to help me get my mind off of it, I'd like to think that you're someone who reads Cosmopolitan magazines for men in their spare time.

I go to the library during my vacant just because I want to. It's one of her favorite places at the university. Mostly, she'd read books at the fictional section because she loves disappearing in another world and become mesmerized by it. I love watching her when she does. There's a glow in her eyes even I can't replicate.

My fingers trace along the spines of the books. I see her favorite book and like all things, I pick it up, hoping to clutch at something that was once hers. I go to the last page and see her name on the borrower's card. There's a lump in my throat all of a sudden and I close the book to bring it back where it belongs.

I'm such an idiot. I know I shouldn't be here yet here I am.

Something catches my eye in between the gaps of the bookshelves. I try to disregard the things my friends were saying, that I only go to the library to see her again. Maybe they're right because the moment I see her, all I want to do is take her in my arms. I blink, hoping that it's not a mirage playing tricks on my mind. But she's real.

She senses my presences and looks up from her book. The vividness in her eyes dims and I take a step back. There's something about it that I retreat, until I'm out of her sight. She doesn't want to see me, I know.

In my attempt to leave her alone, I collide with someone else, causing papers to fly everywhere.

"No no no..." someone whispers from behind and almost trips me over when she shoves my leg out of the way. She crouches at the mess of papers on the ground, too stunned to react. If that isn't the worst, brown liquid stains them. Best guess that it's coffee since she's holding a paper cup, plus the smell it leaves in the air. Now her shoulder's shaking. Wait... Is she crying?

Without a moment to lose, I say, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay," she sniffs and wipes something from her cheeks. Tears? I go in front of her, partly wanting to confirm it for myself and partly curious to see a college student crying. It's not everyday you see that, unless it's after the exams and everyone's disappointed with the results.

Her wavy brown hair cascades in front of her propped knees, casting a silhouette in front of her face. Her chubby cheeks are strained with tears, some even getting on her lips. I scratch my head. She's definitely crying. Damn it. I hate crying women the most.

"I'm uh... real sorry about it."

The woman nods and hiccups. "It's okay. It's my fault for not looking in the first place." She starts picking up the papers, or what's salvageable, that is.