Park Ma-Ri's POV:
YOU: Chan
Even if youre busy meet me at the JYP rooftop
in 15 mins.

I walked through the double doors of JYP Entertainment, not forgetting to greet the receptionist whom I've known for a long time. My breathing came shallow, as if a boulder was sitting atop it, punishing me for my thoughts. I shook my head. Don't overthink. Just do it.

I took the stairs, needing to rehearse what will unfold. "No crying". I said aloud. "If you cry, he will, and that will just make everything more diffi-" I blushed as a puzzled looking trainee came down the stairs and greeted me. I greeted him back, not looking him in the face. You are such an idiot, I thought to myself as I hurried up the stairs.

I reached the top and opened the heavy metal door which for some reason is never locked. I walked slowly to the edge, looking down towards the busy road, as the sweet autumn breeze fiddled with my long hair. My eyes shut, I thought of all the memories the wind blew my way; me and Chan kicking leaves in the autumn breeze, his big coarse hand in my small one, laughing. That is the most precious thing about our relationship: we make each other happy. No matter what life threw our way, no matter how much we wanted to give up, as long as we had each other it was all worth it. And now you are about to ruin all of it. Tears threatened to escape the barricade of my eyelids. I curled my hands into a fist, breathing through my mouth. You aren't ruining anything for him. This change will make it better.

My phone pinged.
CHAN💛: sorry I didnt see your text
                    Don't go anywhere I'm coming

I put my phone away and patted my eyes, hiding the fact that I'm about to burst into tears. My fingers tapped the railing as I contemplated what to say first. "Should I be distant? Or sad? Or maybe neither-"

"Sad about what?" His sleepy voice came from behind, even though he wasn't singing it sounded angelic. I turned to face him, my face twitching from being flustered, my cheeks pink. Great start Ma-Ri.

"The-the fact that you're late." I crossed my arms as he laughed at my reaction and reached for my hand. I took a step back. His smile wavered.

"Ma-Ri I'm sorry. I was just-"
"Busy." I cut him off. "I know."
Silence. Chan looked at me, knowing something was up since I would never react like this. He shoved his hands in his pocket stretching his neck. Lord this boy never takes care of himself. I sighed.

"Did I do something wrong?" His voice was soft, scared, of what I knew perfectly well, but he didn't.
"No. Never blame yourself for what's about to happen, Chan. Never, do you hear me?" My voice was quiet, I was trying really hard to hide the pain from it, but I didn't succeed. Chan walked towards me, taking my hands in his and looking me in my eyes.

"I think we should break up."

Bang Chan's POV:
"What?"
"I think we should break up."
I couldn't believe what just came out of her mouth. I stood there, holding her small hands, trying to comprehend what she just said. I probably looked dumb.

"Why? I mean, for what reason exactly? Is this a joke because if it is it's not funny." I looked at her eyes, those beautiful shining orbs which were so familiar. And they still are. Nothing has changed. She still has feelings for me. Just like I do for her.

"Ma-Ri. Is something wrong?" My tone turned softer, as I pulled her closer to me.

She just shook her head and tried to pull away. I didn't let her. "Nothing is wrong. You didn't do anything wrong." She whispered. "I think it's just best if we separate. We are heading for completely different goals. It's just the best thing to do." She still wouldn't look me in the eyes. My chest heaved, without her nothing would be right.

"Ma-Ri, look me in the eyes and say that. Look me in the eyes and tell me that breaking up is the right thing to do." I lifted her chin up, making her eyes link with mine. Come to your senses, Ma-Ri.

"I'm sorry. It's just not going to work."

Park Ma-Ri's POV:
"Ma-Ri. You don't mean that. You don't." He whispered to me, his voice sweet, full of pain. Tears spilled down my face and onto his hand.

"I'm sorry. It's not going to work." He held my fingertips, his eyes spilling innocent tears. I couldn't believe what I was saying, but I knew it had to be said. He deserved the world, and all I could give him was my love.

I turned away from him, slipping my fingers out of his big hand. I walked away from the warmth of my familiar home, to the cold of a district unknown.

A/N
Hi, um...it's bad isn't it? But I'm still going to upload because I don't like to leave anything unfinished.
I hope you guys like it a bit though and please leave me feedback I would love to know your thoughts.
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~ Author-nim 💛💙