Mingyu is sitting on the next desk. "My father and your mother are in a relationship and about to get married," he analyzed. "However, my older brother Wonwoo and you are in a relationship too. That's why, when our parents knew it, they postponed their wedding. Then what should we do? If our parents got married, we are going to be siblings!"

Mingyu's surname is Kim. While Wonwoo's surname is Jeon. Who will thought that they are siblings? All along, I only thought they are friends.

"It feels like a thorn between two lovers!" He gasped. "We need to protect your love sister in law." He, then, set his eyes on me, a stare of determination.

I stood up. He was a little surprised that I ignored everything he had said. Pen and books, I just put it inside my bag; even my thoughts.

"H-Hey, are you leaving already? Aren't we gonna talk about the matters?" Mingyu asked as he stood up.

Because he is a giant, I stared upon him. "I think we are going to be siblings. I'm sorry."

"E-Eh!? You are giving up already?! Why?!"

He kept on asking and asking and asking as I walk away.

"Don't you love my brother?!"

"(Y/n)!"

"Noona?!"

Bit by bit, his voice faded, along with the gap I made when I walk away.

I'm not giving up anything. Why would I if I don't have anything to give up? At the first place, there is nothing between us. No love. No real: 'I love you'. Everything is just for an 80 dollar bills.

I entered up at the rooftop. Weirdly, the wind is stronger than yesterday. There I saw Wonwoo. He is standing straight while looking at the beautiful sunset, slowly hiding behind the tallest building in our city.

"I came here to get my 30 dollars," I said.

Wonwoo turned around. I didn't know that turning around was this slow, or maybe, in my eyes, the way he faces me was in a slow motion. Little by little, like in a movie, or in a fairy tale books I've read.

"I almost forgot that our 3 months dating is now over," he replied. The corners of his lips lift up. In his outer appearance, it is a smile. But deep down, I think it was not.

"3 months of working is over," I cleared.  "Give me my money."

Wonwoo didn't speak, nor dare to move. He just stared. Just stares at me. For months I got used by his expressionless gazes. But today is different than before. His eyes are reading my soul, or somewhat stripping me naked as he wants to reveal my inner thoughts.

I breathe in and out. Then I say, "Why are you-"

"If I'll give you your money, that means we are over." He cut my words. "We will back on being stranger. Right?"

Without thinking so hard,I answered, "I think so."

He moves closer. I didn't know that his approach can make my pulse raced! And when he stopped in front of me, my heart skipped a beat. Who is him to control my emotions?

"I see. Here is your money. We won the bet, congrats," he said as he put the bills on my hand.

Yeah.

It's over.

I put the money in my pocket. And before I walk, I bid him a simple, "Goodbye."

"Now that we broke up, our parents will get married. Then we are going to be siblings. Are you okay with that?"

His statement made me stopped. "I don't care. If my mother wants to get married, I don't care. But if you are against their marriage, then try to stop it. Whatever reasons you have, it has nothing to do with me. Since at the first place, you and I are nothing, but a blank piece of paper and an unwritten history."

I wonder what expression he has right now. Because the reason why I cannot stare back remains a mystery, and it threatened me to see his face. Why? Why can't I?

"So in your perspective, there are no reasons to stop their wedding?" He asked. God, why  did he use this soft yet sad tone of his voice? It made me confused even more!

"Yes." No! "Yes I don't see any reasons at all." There are!

I walked away. Soon after, I picked up my pace like I was running away from someone, from something or from myself.

Its over. I got my 30 dollars. But why do I feel like I lose?

"A-Are you okay?"

A man blocked my way. Who is he?

"Did you get hurt?" He asked, worriedly.

Why can't I see his face? Its blurry.

"Why are you crying (y/n)?" The man continued as he cupped my cheeks.

I am crying? Ahhhhh, that explains why I cannot see anything.

He gently brushed my eyes. Then I saw his face, "Seungcheol."

"Y-Yeah. It's me. Did someone hurt you? Tell me!"

"I won," I sobbed.

"Won? In what?"

"Its been 3 months already. I got your money, so I won."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

I yanked his hands away and tried to stop my tears, going back to my robotic expression. "Wonwoo and I, broke up."

His eyes widened. "What?!" He exclaimed. "Why?! I mean... Wait. Did he cheat on you?"

"Seungcheol."

"Y-Yeah?"

I met his gaze. "I knew everything. I heard it was a bet. If I will accept Wonwoo's confession, his friends will give him 20 dollars. And if our relationship last 3 months, you guys will give him 60 dollars. I knew it from the start. So, we are the one who cheated on you. I'm sorry."

In his face, I saw his confused eyes and his speechless lips. "Wonwoo, that psycho," he muttered, massaging his temples. "He lied on you."

Lied on me?

"There were no bets. We never made a bet with him," he explained.

Wonwoo lied. I got it. He used a bet as an excuse. I know the reason why, but I cannot accept it.

"I'm home," I announced when I went inside the house. The first thing I did is to drink water. Haaaaa, I'm tired.

When I roamed my eyes, I saw my mother doing her nails above the sofa. "Did you break up with him?"

Seriously? Asking that as soon as she saw me?

"I did. Happy now?" I replied using monotonous tone.

"I knew it! You did a great job my daughter," she chuckled. "At first I was surprised. But knowing that you easily break up with him, means you aren't really in love. Then I can marry his father, you will become siblings, and we will live happily ever after."

"Mom."

"Yeah?"

I put my glass of water above the table before looking at her. "How many times did you get married? "

"6 times?" She answered innocently.

"Aren't you tired? Marrying anyone you thought a man that will make you happy? I'm tired. I'm tired mom. Tired of playing the nice kid, tired of moving in and out from someone's home, tired of you! Cant you just give me a peaceful life?"

"What are you saying (y/n)?!" She stood up and walks closer. "I am doing this for you. Mr.Jeon is a nice guy. And he rich. So if I'll marry him, he can support your studies. You want to be a doctor right? I will do anything to make your dreams come true."

"In the end, it was my fault?"

"What do you mean your fault? I am just saying that-"

"Bullsh*t."

"(Y/n)! Who taught you to speak like that?!"

"My life taught me. Living with you mom, is a bullsh*t itself."

She was a loss of words. Slapping my face was all she could reply. Of course it hurts. A lot in fact. But I cannot cry.  Because I chose not to shed any tears of my weakness.

"You can marry him," I mumbled while holding my swollen face. "But don't expect that I will be a good daughter to him, nor a good sister to them."

Then I went out.

"(Y/n)! Where are you going?! Come back here!" She yelled.

Outside our house has a bite of cold. Even if I hug myself, my heart won't feel any warm.

When I looked up the sky, stars are nowhere to be found.

"It will rain," I guessed.

If it rains, I wonder where will I go home? Where can I find  a new home? A home that will make me feel warm.

"You went out." This voice?!

My eyes quickly search for him! Where is he?

"Here," he said. Then I saw him standing from afar.

"Why... are you here?"

He came closer. "Waiting for someone."

Who? "Me?"

Wonwoo shrugged his shoulder, "Maybe?"

What if I didn't come out? Will he stand there waiting alone?

I saw how he shifted his eyes, exactly on my cheek. He lifted his hand,about to caress it but I choose to avoid his touch.

Disappointment drew on his face. "Did she slap you?" He asked.

"I think you heard it since you were there. Am I right?"

"Yeah. I heard everything. Especially when you said that you won't be a good sister to me. Wasn't that mean you are against on their wedding? That you have a reason to oppose?"

"So you came here to persuade me. Again, you are using me to get what you want."

He frowned. "Again? Did I ever used you before? Tell me when."

I chuckled a bit, quite sarcastically. "There are two things I really hate." I stared at him before continuing, "first, coward people. Second, someone who already knew the answer but pretend they did not. You got it all Wonwoo sunbaenim. I hate it. I hate you. "

Raindrops fall on our heads.  As if the heaven are watching us, and it cries in vain. I stepped away, planned to find a place to hid. But he stopped me.

"You are right," he said before tracing that hand who holds mine. "I'm a coward. I knew the answer but don't make an act."

"What are you doing? Let go. Its raining, and I hate to get wet under the rain," I protested.

But he did not loosen his grip. Instead he makes it tighter! " (y/n), you are a coward too."

"Huh?"

"You don't want your mom to marry my dad. But you are running away. Isn't that cowardice?"

Damn. "That's right!" I shouted. "I am a coward too! I hid  my feelings, my greed, everything because I was scared! That's why I hate myself too!"

"Then, for both of us, do you want to be brave just for one moment of our life?" He gently said.

"H-How?"

"By making a reason to stop the wedding."

"What reason?"

"This," he said before pulling me closer and suddenly kisses my lips.

I tried resisting by pushing him away, but in the middle of the cold, I was embrace by his warmth touch. Soon, I gave up. Under the heavy rain, I feel his lips nibbling mine. As I closed my eyes, I let him devour my soul, my body and my heart.

Where will I go home in this rain?

The answer is maybe a new place I just found: My new home is in this man's arms.

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