A week passed before Minwoo contacted me again to apologise about what happened. He asked if I was free on the coming Saturday and invited me to some outdoor concert. I forced a smile as I held my phone tightly against my ear, my clenched teeth slowly loosening as I released my breath.

“Donghyun-hyung?”

“Yeah.” I said as lightly as I could, ironically with all my might. “I’m free.”

“Alright then. See you then.”

I ended the call without saying goodbye.

It’s been a week and it still hurts.

We’ve been dating for around four years and his mother still doesn’t know, still doesn’t accept us.

”Shouldn’t I visit your house at least once or something to greet your parents?” I played with the ring on his finger that we got before I was sent overseas. “Properly let them know about us.”

Minwoo smiled, shaking his head. “It’s okay.”

Which meant Minwoo had purposely avoided allowing us to meet.

I rubbed my thumb against the ring on my finger.

Why?

I slowly tugged on the ring.

What am I?

I let it slip off.

What are we?

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