Fast forward to a month.

Really, fast forward to nothing. The next day after Yixing left me at the park, I wasn’t really sure about how to react when I saw him again. But he wasn’t there when I got to work. He actually didn’t go to work for a whole week. He wouldn’t return my calls, or answer my messages.

I asked my boss, but all I got was ‘He’s out of town’. Next step would be asking Minyoung but let’s be honest, I don’t want to be near her.

The day was over, and as I was sorting out my belongings and leaving less of a mess on my desk, famous Minyoung came to stand by the door. ‘Can I have a word with you?’, she asked, smiling softly. I sighed: It had to happen at some point. I nodded, and she entered, sitting in front of me. ‘I want to apologize’, she began, ‘When I met Joonmyeon, I knew he was seeing you. But I couldn’t help it. He’s so seductive’, he lowered her head, blushing. I shook my head, shrugging. ‘I don’t need you to apologize now’, I told her, ‘If any, you should have done it months ago when this first began to happen’. She couldn’t look at me.
- It’s not the first time he cheated on me either – I continued
- He said it was the first time he felt something like that for someone that it wasn’t you – She muttered softly, pulling her sleeves
- Maybe – I lifted my shoulders – But it’s not the first time he cheats on me – I repeated – Look, Minyoung. No hard feelings, alright? But you have to know that. Maybe he’ll never cheat on you, and all I’m saying is just gibberish. But if he does, then I want you to know it wasn’t because of you, at least not entirely. It’s on him
- I just want to apologize, Yebin – She insisted – You were never mean to me and I think you deserve at least an explanation.
I sighed, and stood up, hanging my bag on my shoulder. ‘Minyoung, really’, I said, ‘I don’t need an apology. Not from you at least’. Minyoung nodded slowly. ‘It’s just I don’t think he’ll apologize to you, so I think I needed to do it’.
- Fine – I shrugged – I insist though, I don’t want any apologizes. I don’t really want to have anything to do with you, to be honest.
- Yebin, please don’t hate me… we weren’t friends but I liked to think we were going to be friends sooner or later
- I don’t. I don’t hate you – I walked towards my door - It really hurt me seeing you guys that day but hey, it’s not like it ever stopped you from sleeping with the man I was going to marry, didn’t it?
- You were going to get married? – She gasped in surprise
- Yes. But I’m not gonna lie to you, it wasn’t something I quite agreed on. He just told everyone we were getting married. Trying to get me back, according to what he said. That’s my point, really. I don’t care if you want to be with him, OK? Go be with him, if that’s what you want. I was truly, madly, deeply in love wi