“waiting for someone?” 

“no.”

“can i sit?”

“no.”

seulgi sits anyway. yerim doesn’t look at her.

“yeri–“

“i don’t want to hear your excuses.”

“i’m sorry–“

“don’t care.”

silence. then–

“i just got busy, you know, with school and work and everything. i promise, i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

a scoff.

“sure, that’s likely.”

“i’m serious, yeri. i really like you, you know–“

“god, do you not know when to stop?”

“yeri–“

“i waited for you to call,” yeri snaps, and for the first time, seulgi notices the tears rolling down reddened cheeks, yeri’s chest heaving from the efforts of her sobs. “i waited for you to call for so long, seulgi.”

“i’m sorry.”

“you’re not.”

“yeri…”

“it’s alright. i’m used to it.”