"...𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡." - 𝔍𝔞𝔫𝔢 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫-ℌ𝔬𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔥

"Let's break up."

I stiffened as I looked at him with confused eyes.

"What?" I asked, not understanding a word that he said.

He looked at me in the eyes, the same eyes that used to look at me with love, now it's just empty and cold.

"Let's break up, Kookie." He repeated once more, every word piercing in my heart like a knife.

I forced a laugh. "Is this some kind of a joke? Where's the camera?" I looked around, trying to push away the heavy feeling in my heart.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes. I mean it. Let's break up." He said once more, this time firm and unwavering.

I was so confused, unable to believe what he's telling me right now.

"Why?" It's the only word I could utter as I desperately look for answers on his face.

He sighed, looking far away. "I'll be leaving with my parents. We're moving abroad.. for good."

Those words didn't sink in my mind easily. "What? Why are you telling me this now?" I asked in a painful tone.

He never said anything about moving before. Why only now?

"It came as a surprise to us as well. We never thought father's request to be transfered will be confirmed." He looked at me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kookie." He whispered, touching my arm as he caressed me.

"It's better to end everything we have now, so you could find someone else to love." He stared at me in the eyes.

"We won't be seeing each other so staying in this relationship will be pointless." He added once more.

I wasn't able to say a word, still not believing what he's saying.

He's breaking up with me.

"I'm sorry, Kookie." He uttered once more before leaving me just like that.

"Mr. JEON!"

I felt a hard object hit me in the head, making me grimace at the pain.

"Ow! What the-!" I wasn't able to finish when I saw my professor standing in front of me with a book in hand, probably the thing he used to hit me.

"Are you daydreaming during my class?" His voice boomed in my ear, making me grimace.

"Sorry, Dr. Han." I bowed down, enduring the pain on my head.

He just glared at me before going back to the podium and started discussing the lesson.

I sighed harshly, eyes darting at the empty chair next to me.

The place where he used to sit.

Throughout the discussion, I tried focusing on the professor and everything he's saying but my mind won't just cooperate.

Maybe it would take more than a hit from a book to make me forget about the brunet.

My mind wondered off once more, going back to the only person I could think of.

Two days after the break up, I went to his home, begging him to come back to me.

I saw his parents but they didn't let me in because that's what Taehyung had wanted.

He didn't answer my calls, didn't even look at me when we walked past each other in school.

He treated me as if I'm someone he didn't used to love.

It was painful, but no matter what I do, he ignored me... ignored my love for him.

Until one day, I saw him alone with a huge box in hand, making his way to the library.

I thought maybe this time he would listen to my plea, so I followed him.

"Tae!" I called out, making him turn his attention to me.

I saw how his eyes widened before he rushed upstairs, trying to avoid me as much as he could.

I followed him and when I was on the end of the staircase, I saw him trip, falling down the stairs with a loud crash.

"O-ouch.." He grimaced, feeling up his right foot.

I quickly went to him, horrified to see him hurt.

"Hey, baby, you okay?" I asked, trying to help him out.

However, he slapped my hand, glaring at me with anger in his eyes.

"Seriously?! Go away!" He shouted, catching me off guard.

He tried standing but failed as I hurriedly gripped him by the arm to help him.

"I said go away!" Taehyung tried pushing him away, but I firmly gripped him.

"Cut the crap!" I shouted back, making him stop.

"You're hurt and you need to be checked right now!" I couldn't stop myself from bursting in anger as I quickly lifted him up despite of his struggles.

"What are you doing?!" He wriggled out of my grasp, but I never allowed him.

"Fucking stop for once Kim Taehyung!" I bellowed, the anger in my face was too vivid that it made him stop.

I rushed to the infirmary with him in my arms, not caring about the stares and whispers we got from the people around us.

As soon as we arrived, I called out for the physician who took a moment to attend to us because of another patient he was looking into.

I sighed, dropping to my knees in front of Taehyung as I lifted his right foot.

He struggled, but I just brushed him off, removing his shoes and lifting his jeans.

I saw his ankle a bit swollen but that's not the only thing that caught my eyes.

I saw bruises on his skin which made me look at him.

"What are these?" I asked in a concerned voice.

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Why do you care? Are you forgetting you're no longer my boyfriend?!"

He slapped those words in my face, making me smile, a sad one.

"You're so clumsy as always. You couldn't even take care of yourself without me." I murmured in a soft voice.

I felt him stiffen which gave me courage to look at him in the eyes once more.

"Won't you come back to me, Tae? Please? Come back to me.. " I begged, taking his hands in my own.

I saw his eyes glistened which gave me hope.

However, the words that came out of his mouth made me realize the painful truth.

"I don't want to be with you anymore, Kookie. You, begging me like this, only hurt me. Please Kookie.. Set me free."

Those words were the last thing that I heard from him because the next day, he didn't show up in class.