she is typing...

extra

this is optional, meaning you don't have to read this to understand the story going forward. this is just an extra, and you can skip it if you'd like.

Hwayoung couldn't move. She couldn't bare to. Her gaze fell back into the phone in her trembling hands, rereading and rereading the text, begging for her eyes to be proved wrong before her phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.

Her chest ached when his name popped up.

She ignored it, trying to stay in the protection of her denial. She built walls around her reality, shielding it from the agonizing truth that threatened to penetrate it and shatter everything she once knew.

Her phone buzzed again, rang and dinged with texts and calls.

She feebly glanced at the screen, praying that he would tell her it was a lie. That Taehyung lied to her. That it was fake. That the rest of the night never happened.

But it doesn't.

Tears begin to burn her eyes and nausea thickens in her throat when she heard a knock at the door. Fists pound on the wood, and shouts begin to seep through the thin material.

"Hwayoung! Hwayoung, please let me in." Her crumbling heart almost shatters as his once reassuring voice emanates through the living room. It's so foreign now. So broken with desperation, regret.

Emotions well inside of the core of her chest as tears begin to flood her eyes, her lungs stripped of oxygen as she begins gaping for shaky inhales. She didn't even notice she wasn't breathing.

The door opens.

She looks up to see Jeongguk stagger inside the door, his demeanor catastrophically exposing every ounce of his emotions unforgivingly.

His eyes are red and swollen, tearful gaze laid on her as she forces her shaking figure to stand, stumbling when her legs give out and she falls back onto the sofa. He steps forward, shutting the door behind himself as his heart shatters even more violently at the sight of her devastation.

Her brokenness.

And he was the one who caused it.

"Puppy-" He whispers, voice cracking as he moves towards her. He was desperate to hold her, desperate to comfort her.

The girl shakes her head, fist clutching at the fabric of her shirt. She gripped her shirt like it would be the last thing to attach her to this world. To not float away into unconsciousness and embrace the abyss once and for all.

"No, no, no, no." She repeated, her brain not comprehending anything else to say. "You lied to me." She moaned, tears cascading a mile a minute down her cheeks as she forced herself to stand as he took a step closer.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he cried, the last pieces of his heart torn viciously apart as she finally looked at him.

"Tell me it's not true." She whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me that it's fake. That you didn't..." She couldn't bare to say anymore.

She stared at him desperately. She waited, every cell inside of her clutching to the last strand of denial to protect her. To protect them.

But he simply frowned.

A sob broke from her lips, and everything that she had was shattered from inside of her with such a betrayal. She wailed, her numbing hands sheltering her face away from him. Her face tingled, her chest in agony as she felt the tattered pieces of her heart echo inside of her empty chest cavity.

He rushed to her side, entrapping her in his arms as he cried. "I'm sorry," he moaned, but she fought against his hold. She couldn't stand it, but he wouldn't let her go.