"Let's break up." I heard those three words fall from his mouth as my world began to fall apart.
A week ago it had been released that JYP would be debuting a new idol group, through the survival show STRAY KIDS which would begin filming soon.
"What?" I said, my eyes glazed as I looked at him, blinking to make the tears fade so I could see him one last time.
"I'm going to be debuting (y/n), I can't date anyone. I'm sorry, but we have to break up." He said, with no emotion, looking away.
"Min.." I started, my voice cracking as I spoke.
"Goodbye (y/n)." He said, and as he left my apartment, leaving our bracelet on the countertop, I begun to cry buckets.
For weeks I locked myself up in my room, this is going to sound pathetic, but all I was doing was wallowing in my own sorrow and pity.
Did I do something wrong?
No. He needed to break up with me.
But why couldn't JYP make an exception?
He wouldn't, it's unfair on others.
My friends were sick of how depressed I had become, inviting me out less and less and less until I was left with only my best friend.
"Snap out of it." She said to me, almost 2 months after he broke up with me.
"He's not coming back." She said, harshly but someone had to tell me the truth.
After she had talked some sense into me, I allowed one more day of wallowing, and thinking of nothing but Minho before I went back to work.
I first met Minho, both of us being backup dancers for BTS on their swings Tour, however we were from different dance troops.
He was picked to dance alongside Jungkook in his solo performance of Begin and I danced with Jungkook during a duet in Osaka, both us meeting there.
At first, we were rivals, fighting over who was the better dancer, but as one went by we realized we were both just as good as each other and also realized our healthy rivalry was improving our skills.
I remember the time we went to the park, saw another couple holding a balloon together and I was jealous because of how cute they looked. Minho went out especially that evening and got me a big heart balloon for the next day, ordering me to wear it around as we ran errands.
He always used to let me sit on his lap as we played on the Playstation, often tickling me to distract me so he could win.
He used to argue with me because I used the wardrobe and he used his bundles, which didn't take up as much space as my wardrobe.
He used to hit me with his left hand whilst writing, and smudge all my artwork I was doing in college.
I remember everything so clearly like it was yesterday.
The day passed and my life restarted, my job paying me a slight bit more and I even slept better.
He hadn't texted me in months and I completely lost contact with him. All my phone calls were rendered useless when he changed his number.
After almost 7 months since the STRAY KIDS programme started he debuted, and honestly I couldn't be any more proud of him, he worked hard and his dancing was now impeccable.
"Well Done Minho." I said to myself, watching their debut stage.
He had moved on.
Minho, I love you.
But it's also now time for me to move on.
