𝙗𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙𝙮

move

move; verb
change one's place of residence or work.

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[daehwi's point of view]

"what?!"

i shouted in anger as i heard donghyun saying something unbelievable, in result, i banged the table. donghyun and the others flinched seeing me in such rage. some of the food on the dining table almost fell onto the cold floor.

"yah. calm down." youngmin pleaded as he placed his palm on my shoulder and forced me to sit down.

my breath eventually hitched and my breathing became uneasy. i stared on the surface of the table with teary eyes. my head started to hurt and i became dizzy. i ruffled my hair frustration.

"why?!"

"she said that her mother is sick, and she needs to be taken care of." donghyun explained.

i stood up again and made my way towards my room. i slammed the door behind me, making the things in my room vibrating for a moment. i curved into a ball on the door as tears started to roll down my cheeks continuously.

"i'm so sorry, jihyo... i didn't mean to break your heart. please come back... to me..."

•••
[jihyo's point of view]

i...

"the flight departure off to busan will be in thirty minutes."

thirty minutes? is that enough for me to go back to his house and say sorry that i'm making this decision?

yah, jihyo! what's the point of telling him anyway?! he doesn't even care about me anymore. and that's all because he's a fucking playboy. a fucking playboy who's tired of his toys.

playboy.

a bit over the top, eh?

that bitch trusted that slut more than me?! oh, well, of course, she's more good looking and popular than me. who doesn't even fucking trust her? yeah, people in the city only care about the looks, and not the hearts.

i'm a fool to trust some shitty people whom i know that's just bad news. wait, haven't i always have been like that?

you're useless. hopeless. lost. stupid. ugly. weirdo. fag.

you're nothing but a burden to us.

"hey, hey. are you okay, jihyo?" taehee caressed my back.

"why is my life so complicated?"

"shh..." she whispered beside my ear.

"i'm so sorry that chanwoo had to go to his meeting today or else he could make you laugh and even forget about your problems." she pulled me into her warm and loving embrace.

"the flight departure off to busan will be in ten minutes."

"yah. wipe your tears, we need to go now. come on, we don't want to be late, do we?" she smiled sweetly and i gave out a smile too.

i sighed once again.

don't forget me, daehwi...

•••

don't forget me, jihyo...

•••

[a year later...]

i stepped out from incheon airport and inhaled the seoul air once again. it smells like the last time i smelled it. i smiled.

you might be wondering why i came a year early; this is because my mom died out of tumour. she didn't get to live long so i stayed by her side and told her stories when we were young. we would cry, understanding each other's situations.

it was amazing knowing that i moved on from daehwi. in busan, i met up a lot with therapists.

donghyun? oh, don't worry. we are still together, you could say we were in a long distance relationship. he's still as lovely and spiritual as usual.

but it looks like i have to go to the same campus again... aish...

be careful, daehwi is still there...