A Wind Of Change [1] || EXO ✓

044: Forbidden Revelation

A/N: It's recommended to read it in black background

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For the first time, she wished that he drove faster.

As unlikely as it may sound, the car moved at a moderate speed across deserted roads. They sat muted on their ride back to her house. Her eyes trained outside the window, at the trees and glowing neon lamp posts as dusk blackended into the darkness of night. His attitude towards her was derogatory, let alone being complimented. His mean laughter reverberated several times through her mind.

Owing to his friendly behavior, she hoped that maybe he liked her. Perhaps she misunderstood his subtle hints. He wasn't in any way going to see her as a woman. The experience awoke her non-existent insecurities. To top it off, him expressing the regret of bringing her along was good enough to make her feel downtrodden.

Although she had put on a strong front, she was in reality trembling. Trembling from immense sorrow, anger and regret. She shrunk back with a hand flying to her mouth, a burning pain seeping from her chest as she tried to shut down the emotions clogging her throat.

Don't. She said to herself.

But she lost in the struggle to choke back tears as drops of them raced down her cheeks.

Mr. Oh caught her crying from the corner of his eye. A cold hearted person as him couldn't care less about the tears she shed. If anything, he'd seen them many a times from the girls whose hearts he'd shattered in the past. But she was different. As days progressed, he found a profound sense of yearning to be in her company but he was also aware that their relationship was steering towards the wrong road. It was unacceptable; which was why he tried distancing himself but failed terribly. Either she or he would seek out for each other.

He wanted to end that.

He found her vulnerability alarming for he felt that she didn't give it much thought when he asked her to accompany him. He hadn't mentioned where he was taking her either and yet she came. What shocked him the most was that she had trusted him blindly. Besides, if she harboured feelings for him it had to be broken for the good of both. And here she was, ensnared in his trap, crying bitterly. Ideally, he must be feeling triumphant but he instead felt a wild tumble of regret churn his insides.

Though hurting her had not been his main intention, it dawned upon him that his nasty act exceeded limits. He did this for her own good, he believed and consoled himself.

He secretly peeked at her quivering frame and the sight spiked an internal conflict, unable to judge if what he did was right or wrong.

His facade weared off bit by bit each time her sobs became audible and heart wrenching. What he was left with was a heart that ached from immense regret of his hurtful behaviour.