Epilogue II

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Baekhyun's POV ●

I was chewing on my cheesy sausage when a ding sound came from my iPhone. The username that flashed on the screen made me startled.

The moment I clicked on the 10 minutes video, my jaw dropped to the floor and my junior hardened in no time.

Fuck. Such a high quality porn video.

But as my eyes were adverting more to the rest of her body, just then everything was dawn onto me.

Kim Taera, she looked different.

She looked so sad.
She looked so small.
She looked so down.
She looked.. sick.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I should talk to her now. She wasn't okay and she decided to isolate herself from me?

The heck with that stupid way of thinking?!

As I was about to snatch my car keys, my phone vibrated again and the same username appeared again.

And the content was something that made me lost my masculinity.

My knees gave up and I fell to the marble floor at the same time as a stain of teardrop decorated my plain black fitted t-shirt.

Why? How?

I asked myself alone.

And that night, I was a broken guy all over again.

And I lowered my dignity, just like what she did, and replied her with every word that I typed one by one with care.

"I hope we will be okay after this."

But will there even be an 'after this' in the future?

Who knows?

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