Was It Me?

Jonghyun’s POV

I remember the first thing she shared with me when we got into a relationship.

“Jonghyun.. Love, with your heart, not with your eyes.” She whispered, and as if on cue, the wind brushed by, and for once, she didn’t smile.

“Of course, Sica!” I chuckled. “Silly girl!” I gave her a peck on the lips, reassuring her fragile self. My hand wrapped around hers, fingers interlacing with hers. A smile graced her lips and she finally relaxed.

But of course, now before me, I had to rethink… Did I actually listen to that warning of hers?

Because right now, in my arms, was another girl, with my favorite perfume scent-the one Jessica detested- and pretty eyes. I was entranced by the lady for a moment, and now I had got rid of the attraction. I pushed her out of my grip, scoffing. She frowned, and turned, leaving the scene casually. Girls at the bar were all like this. They were all cool about getting ditched seconds after getting picked up.

“Yah, hyung… Your phone’s ringing.” Minho called, and I couldn’t help but sigh, thinking that it was Jessica all over again.

“I have a bad feeling hyung, please answer that call!” Taemin shouted exasperatedly, begging for me to answer the call.

I didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID, before I shut my phone, to the extent of pulling the battery out.

“Hyung, you’re being too much.” Minho hissed, clenching his teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh. Me? Being too much?

“Are you ing serious?” I yelled, pulling him by the collar.

“Jjong!” I heard Onew yell, but I did no action to stop. “Are you lecturing me, Choi Minho?” I snarled, putting a fist on his cheek.

I let go, after all the shouting from my dongsaengs and Onew hyung, annoyed.

“Shut up.” I sneered, pulling my coat on. “I’m going.”

Jessica’s POV

I still remember the way he smiled at me, and how his caring gestures touched my heart.

“Sica-yah, don’t cry! Hara was being foolish, and kidding around with you, I swear! She’s my half-sister.” He cooed, pulling me into a warm embrace. I smiled through the tears, choking back all the sobs.

For him.

“Sica, I swear, let us not turn out like that when things get hard, alright?” He whispered, and as if on cue, the wind brushed by, and for the first time, he smiled.

“I know you love the wind… And now, so do I…”

I took a moment of consideration… Let us not turn out like that when things get hard… But look what happened now? I chuckled to myself, oblivious of the tears trickling down the frame of my face. I turned my head sideways, looking, staring at the reflection on the glass.

I stopped for that moment. Time stopped, people stopped, and so did my world.

Was that… Glass?

Was that… Me?

The lights blinded my vision and I swear… I couldn’t scream, no matter how much fear, how constricting the curl around my heart was, I didn’t dare let out a word… Because merely 4 hours ago… He told me…

“Shut up. Your voice… Is so annoying.”

Screeching of tires, terrified screams, honking of cars, all stopped me in my tracks.