Why do you have to keep on bugging me?

Now you've asked me to hang out with you at a cafe and you forced me into agreeing.

I hate you, Wooseok.

You disgust me.

"Hey, Hyoyeon." He spoke to me before taking a seat in front of me.

Ugh, the same cafe. The same corner. The same seats.

"Why'd you bring me here?" I curiously asked before taking a sip from the frappe that I had ordered a few minutes before he had arrived.

"Why? It's a nice place isn't it? You used to love it here." He said with a chuckle.

"Wooseok, do notice that you yourself said that I used to love it here. Yes, I used to. But not anymore, because I've changed."

He just hummed in reply before skimming his eyes through the room and calling out for a waiter.

When he light-heartedly listened to me, my heart was filling up with an overwhelming feeling.

Pain.

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