𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬

001 - mirror

mirror
《ˈmirər 》
noun
a reflective surface, now typically of glass coated with a metal amalgam, that reflects a clear image.

—IRENE
"A mirror something so delicate, like you, but when you cry you are like a broken mirror, so I hate to ever see you cry."

That was the last thing he said to me before he left me. As I continued thinking about him, I felt pains from the red lines seeping into my eyes and suddenly small salty tears slowly fell out of my eyes, making their way towards the floor.

Pulling my legs close to me the tears continue to fall out and dissolve. I let out little sobs and the tears come running down my check faster then before.

He left me for her the girl who was different. Isolated. He said I was a conceited person. Full of arrogance. "But I wasn't." I silently croak out. My face contorted as I pulled my face into my knees.

I cared for him and I cared for her too. She lied. She made me the predator while she acted like she was the prey. Smiling with that little face of hers so full of fake innocence and joy.

She was the arrogant one. Always holding her held up high. Giving people remarkably snotty comments. Putting up a mask in front of him and acting like she was innocent.

All I needed to do was breathe. I need to let my tears out and push away all this pain. The door opens, its Jin. He doesn't say anything in the studio and just sits besides me.

"Crying over him again, right?" He softly said in calming voice. I nod with this sad puppy look and the tears started overflowing. He holds me gently rocking me back and forth telling me it's alright over and over again.

—JIN
It's been years since she been like this. The same thing almost everyday, her crying and I comforting her. I envied the man she yearned for. He had her love and didn't cherish it and just threw it away. Giving his love to this girl.

I loved her, but for now I will have to bury it, deep. I hold her tight trying to stop more tears from coming. She mumbles "Jin, I can't stop crying."

"Make me stop crying." she whimpered and clutching me tighter then before.

—IRENE
I want to stop crying, but I can't. Tears just feel like they want to continuously come out and stain my checks with wet salty tears.

I want to hurt him. But at the same time I can't. It hurts, the fact I can't want to hurt him.

—JIN
Her tears stop flowing and she sits up from the position she was in. Irene rubs her eyes and puts on a fake smile "Go, I will come after to make it not seem suspicious," I pause, "are you sure you're okay?" I ask her.

She does an okay sign and I get up and walk to the door. I look at her and she's hunched down again. Her petite body is shaking uncontrollably.

I sigh. I sit back down and speak quietly. "Joohyun ah stop crying."

"You're still here?" She peeks out from her hiding. She looks so lost, not lifeless but soulless.

I smile "Of course Bunny." She laughs the small airy sound coming from her small laughs.

It reassures me a little. That she is okay.

—IRENE
I just lied to  him. Not in speaking. But in a different retrospect. Everything I have to hide, just like a mirror. Mirrors show the best in you but when it breaks its ruined, ugly, disgusting, all of those things hidden under a smile.

He speaks "I am going to leave, is that alright Baechu?" I give him a slight nod and he opens the door. The door makes a slight creak sound and he's gone.

Red Velvet's Irene is rumored to have close relations with BTS's Jin. Fans have always deemed them as a couple.
Do you ship them or not?

"What is this?!"

"How could you let this happen!?" "You are supposed to keep your relations with him a secret!" He shouted as he threw the magazine right at my face.

His eyes looked so outraged. But I just stood there.

—JIN
I saw him hit her. But she just stood there with neutral expression. Not one muscle tensed by the hit. Not scared nor sad. She just looked like a soulless zombie.

I rush to her as he began to hit her again. "Stop, what are you doing?!" "You are going to hurt her!"

He waggled his finger at me and shouted "This is all your fault!" "The fact that you had to befriend Irene, you caused this scandal!" He shot me a menacing look.

I ignored Irene's manager and just took Irene to our usual hideout. I sat her down on the cold hard floor. I lean to her my lips almost towards her ear. And I began to whisper into her small little ear.

—IRENE
His lips are so close to me. Blush slowly crept up toward my cheek, adding color to my pale face. I nod to the whispers to my ear. I stop my quivering lip and small little crystallized tears fall out for the hundredth time.