a heavy silence drifted atop us, my palms sweaty but a still, stubborn anger presenting itself to me.

the moment he'd slammed the door and left that study room, i knew something was fucked. yixing had only looked at me, numbly holding the copy of macbeth that we were dramatically reciting to each other. now, we sat in the eerie emptiness of junmyeons dorm kitchen, my ramen cold as i twirled it between my chopsticks. i could hear my heart beating in my ears, and finally i slammed my wooden chopsticks down. "what's going on, junmyeon?"

"'what's going on. what's going on?' as if you don't know?"

i blinked at him once, twice. "frankly, junmyeon, i don't know. one moment i was talking about macbeth with yixing, and the next you stormed off on us."

he took a breath in, eyes watering as he too, set his chopsticks down.

"you haven't talked to me once since we got home!" i was breathing heavy, and anger bubbled in my throat. 

he opened his mouth, and looked at his unfinished bowl of ramen. his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and he pointed a finger at me. "that! that's why! because you're too busy gawking over that-that exchange student over your own boyfriend!" he roared, slamming his hands onto the dining table.

"oh, so this is what it is!? you're fucking jealous?" i crossed my arms.

"i'm not jealo—"

"then tell me what the fuck it is, junmyeon!"

he paused. one, two, three. "get out, flora."

i gave him a bitter smile as i saw a tear race down his cheek. "gladly. i hope you get your goddamn head out of your ass. relationships are built on trust and understanding. since you can't trust me, maybe this isn't working out."

i grabbed my bag off of the couch, and bolted out the door, not caring whether i closed it behind me.

angry tears welled in my eyes, but i willed them to stay.

i will not let them fall.

for once, i was wrong.

for once, he wasn't the right guy.