[COMPLETED] But...I love him

Part 28

Seonghwa's POV

I sat next to her bed, holding her small hands in my large ones. My eyes couldn't leave her, I was afraid she would break. It resulted in me falling asleep with my head on her stomach. Although it didn't last long because I was woken up by a weak tap on my back. I opened my eyes to see her beautiful face. I slowly sat up and faced her properly. "You feeling okay?" I asked.  She nodded, refusing to look at me. "What's wrong?"

Finally her focus was on me, but her frown told a different story. "I'm sorry for what I said. I don't blame you for what happened. I was just angry..."

I cut her off by cupping her face. "You don't have to apologise. I should be the one saying sorry."

"Yeosang explained why you broke up with me." she said. "You did the right thing."

"But I know that I don't want to be an idol if your not by my side supporting me." I responded. "That's why I don't want to break up with you. I made you a promise and I plan to keep it."

She gaped at me with sparkles in her eyes. "But what about the company?"

"I will talk to them. I plan to tell ATINY that we're in a relationship." I explained. "I know them. They will support me no matter what. That's why I love them."

I leaned forward and pecked her soft lips. "That's why I love you." I admitted before I sat back down.

"I love you too." She replied. The corners of my mouth lifted when she said those words. It felt like a weight being lifted off my shoulders. She was mine. "And I also trust you. That's why I want to tell you about my past."

My posture straitened when she announced that. I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what happened to her. I just knew it wasn't my place to be nosey. She took a deep breath and fiddled with my fingers as she gathered up her courage. "It was three years ago when I was 18 and I got my first boyfriend, Lee Jooheon. He was the dangerous boy in school and I was just a naïve little ballet dancer."

Yeosoon's POV

Flashback

I was on my way back from Ballet with my best friend Lisa. We were both from complete different backgrounds. I was the 'perfect' student that my parents bestowed upon me and did dance classes after school. Meanwhile, Lisa came from a rougher background and she carried a more darker personality. She also hung around in the wrong crowds. The only reason we're friends was because she lived with me as a transfer student. She moved from Thailand. We was walking side by side, my head hung low as I clasped the bag on my shoulder tighter. "What's on your mind?" Lisa asked.

"Nothing." I replied. I overdramatised as I lifted my head to face her. "Other than the fact the my parents are forcing me to quit dance now that Yeosang is gone. That was my last lesson."

Lisa patted my back "they only want what's best for you."

"What to become a doctor? I don't have the intelligence to do that." I cried. "I never focused on my studies because I wanted to be a dancer. It's too late."

She stopped our tracks by standing in front of me and holding my shoulders. "Why don't we cheer you up by going to a party?"

I rolled my eyes "your types of party are not really my thing."

She swung her arms around my shoulders and began walking again. "Come on. It will be fun. Besides you should use your last moment of freedom wisely."

"I'm not going to prison, Lisa."

"Really? Because Med school sounds like torture." She ruffled my hair. "So what do ya say?"

"Fine, I'll come. But don't leave me alone. Your friends are weird."