A knock on the door echoes all over my house. I stand up from the couch and sniffle a few times, wiping my tears away as I walk to the door, taking a big breath before I open it.

Jihoon is standing there in front of me, with his hands in his pockets. His subtle smile vanishes as soon as he looks at my face. I give him a sad smile and step aside so he can walk in, closing the door behind us.

"Are you okay?" He asks, cupping my face with his hands. His expression is filled with concern and sadness.

I look down, grabbing his hands and pulling them away from my face, holding one of them tightly. I shake my head, sighing and dragging him to the living room. He sits on the couch, and I sit in front of him, not able to lock eyes. He lifts my face, placing his index finger and his thumb on my chin, forcing me to look at him. He smiles sadly, trying to make me feel like whatever happens, it will be okay.

"Jihoon... I..." I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut. He lifts his hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, a loving gesture he always had with me.

"You're going to break up with me, aren't you?" He asks softly. My eyes widen at his question, freezing my heart.

"What?" I whisper, looking him in the eyes. He pulls his hand away from my face and holds mine between both of his.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I knew this would happen." He admits, his eyes glassy. His expression is still warm and gentle, I can't believe how sweet he is.

"How?" I manage to ask, feeling my lip quivering once again when I see the pain in his eyes.

"The way you looked at him the other day spoke louder than words." He responds. "I knew your feelings hadn't changed, and never will. That's why I felt jealous, cause I knew he was there with your heart in his hands, and I would never win against him."

I tighten the hold on his hands. Hot tears straming down my eyes, caressing my already dry skin.

"Jihoon... I do love you, but-"

"But I'm not him, and I understand that." He interrupts me. "I knew this was going to end, but I just wanted to enjoy it as much as I could, as long it lasted... It was a matter of time. I knew you liked me, but I also knew you were in love with him from the beginning. I still tried, and I don't regret it."

I bring his hand to my lips, kissing the back of it as I try to hold back my sobs. His breath starts to be erratic, I broke him.

"I never meant to hurt you." I assure, my head hanging down. "I don't want to lose you, I know how much you're worth it. You're my best friend."

He leans forward, placing a kiss on the top of my head.

"You gave me the chance I wanted, and I'm grateful because you tried. You made me the happiest during these months we spent together." He confesses against my hair, kissing it again. His voice is already cracking. "You won't lose me... I just need a little time to heal, but we're still friends, aren't we?"

I look up, biting my lip and sniffling. I nod, he gives me a gentle smile, but his face is full of hurt. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him as tight as I can, with him hugging me back almost immediately.

"You were more than I deserved." I whisper, tangling my fingers between the soft locks in the back of his neck. "You deserve to be loved, cherished, you deserve the whole world and I will never forgive myself for not being able to give it to you."

"You gave me your trust, your effort... And your consideration." He whispers, gently caressing my head.

"Consideration?" I ask, slightly pulling back. His beautiful face is wet, full of tears. "How can you say I am considerate with you when I'm hurting you this much, when all you ever did was being an angel with me?" I ask, caressing his cheek with my fingers.

"Because that's exactly why you're doing this. You're breaking up with me because you don't want to lie to me, because you know you can't fake what you don't feel... And that is not okay to lead me on." He smiles, sniffling. "As soon as I saw your face I knew you had been crying. I know how hard it must have been for you to decide this. I love you, I always will. No matter what, I will always be part of your life. I just want you to be happy, and if It's him who makes you happy, I'm no one to interfere."

I let out a breathy chuckle, amazed by how perfect this man in front of me is. I hug him again, burying my face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in one last time.

"You're so beautiful, Jihoon. You more than anyone deserves to be happy, and I'm sure you will find someone who will love you the way that you deserve." I assure, my voice still cracking as he rocks me side to side.

"And so will you." He whispers. "I don't regret a single thing. And know that even though I will need to heal, you will always count on me."

I pull away, nodding. I lift my hand and brush his bangs away gently.

"Thank you for everything you did for me."

My hands cup his face gently, he smiles sadly. I lean in and press my lips against his, kissing him slowly with all my heart. He kisses me back, gliding his lips on mine gently, taking a deep breath from his nose and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The cold feeling of our damped cheeks against each other gives such a tragic sensation between us.

It isn't a lustfull one, it's a warm, tender, loving kiss.

It's a goodbye kiss.

We kiss for a couple of minutes, and finally pull back. He presses his forehead against mine, grazing the skin of my face with his fingers, trying to catch his breath.

"I love you, y/n. Please be happy." He whispers, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too, Jihoon. Please be happy as well."

He hugs me once more for a moment, tightly and warm. When he pulls back, he stands up and wipes his tears with the back of his hand, letting out a big breath and smiling at him. Wthout saying anything else, he bows and walks out of my house.

I wrap my legs with my arms and start sobbing silently, covering my face as I curl up into a ball. My heart breaks just to know that I had to hurt such a beautiful soul like him... But it was for the best, cause I wouldnt've been able to keep lying to him.

I'm sorry, Jihoon. Thank you. Thank you, always.

It's been a few days since I had that incident with Soobin, and since I broke up with Jihoon. All I've been doing is sleep, cry and eat. I even took some days off from school because I didn't feel like leaving my bed. Dealing with all this drama alone hasn't helped, even though Suri and Gigi visited me a couple of times, it was really hard for me.

Suri insisted too much, asking me to come back to school. I didn't want to keep skipping classes, so I ended up coming.

Dragging my feet all over the corridor I walk to my locker with the intention of grabbing some of my books when an irritating voice calls me from behind.

"Look, it's the little bitch who likes to steal boyfriends."

I turn my face, glaring at her. My blood instantly boils, I'm not in the mood for her.

"Look, it's the bitch who likes to use boyfriends." I mock her, rolling my eyes as I keep walking.

"I warned you, but you didn't listen." She says, standing still beside me, but still distant.

"Listen, I don't want to hear your voice, or see your bitchy face, alright? Just leave me the fuck alone before I drag you all over the floor."

She doesn't respond, but keeps staring at me. I open the door and a loud sound of a balloon exploding makes me flinch. Feeling a weird sticky stuff all over me, I wipe my face with my hands and open my eyes.

People around us burst into laughter. I look down and I notice I'm covered in a weird green stuff. I'm a mess, it's all over my hair and uniform.

I'm raging, but somehow the only reaction my body has to it, is crying.

"You're not that brave anymore, huh? you look like trash." She scoffs with a smile on her face. "Well, you already were."

People keeps making fun of me, and I start panting. I'm being humilliated without a reason, she's making fun of me in front of the whole school just because. I can't believe it.

I feel someone approaching, and closing my locker's door abuptly. When I look up, I see Soobin glaring at her, angered.

He doesn't talk to me, he just steps closer to her. His body language screams how annoyed he is.

"I asked you to stop with your bullshit." He says coldly. "I'll make sure you regret this."

She tries to talk to him, but he ignores her, making her whine. He turns his body and looks at me, concerned before he looks around.

"What's funny?" He shouts, making all of them stop laughing. He then crouches, sinking his large hands in the green stuff before spreading it all over his uniform and face. He frowns at the people staring. "Are you going to laugh now?" He asks, but no one responds. "Laugh!" He yells. His voice is thicker and louder than usual, and I've never seen or heard him like this.

I stare at his actions, completely shocked while my heart pounds against my chest. I can't believe what he's doing for me... After all that has happened.

"Soobin! Why do you always take her side?" Gyuri whines, with tears in her eyes "Can't you see how humilliating this is? Don't you care about my feelings?"

People keep muttering and whispering things to one another thanks to this drama scene.

However, he steps forward and grabs my hand without a word, dragging me to one of the restrooms.

"Soobin!" She calls him. "Soobin, don't you dare to leave me like this!"

But that's exactly what he does.

He opens the door for me and waits outside. I try my best to clean myself, but my uniform is completely ruined. My hands shake as I wash my face, feeling my heart still racing inside my chest.

When I finish, I go outside and find him leaning against the wall. He turns his face, now cleaned, his expression softening when our eyes meet.

"Are you okay?" He asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I nod.

"You didn't have to do this. You ruined your uniform." I mutter, looking down.

"I don't care." He responds. "I'm sorry for what she did to you. I promise I'll make her regret it."

I look up. My stomach flips.

"It's okay, you don't have to."

"It wasn't an option." He states, staring at me with his burning gaze.

The silence fills the space we're sharing, making me feel like we were strangers. The awkwardness is completely palpable until the bell rings. He opens his mouth to speak, but I'm not ready for this. The sadness in his eyes makes my chest tighten and a knot form on my throat.

"y/n... I-" He whispers, lifting his hand to touch my face, but I step back.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. Thank you again." I mutter nervously, quickly walking away before he responds or tries to stop me.

It's been days since I said I'd walk out of his life... Still, he always manages to find me again in the right time.

What does this life want from me?