“hyung! Wake up! You’ll be late!” minhyuk pulled the comforter yonghwa rolled in. “I don’t

want to go” he answered lazily. Minhyuk sigh in frustration. “haelmoni called, she needs you

there” minhyuk pulling yonghwa’s legs. “I don’t want to!” he uttered under the pillow. “fine!

Don’t go, I clearly heard shinhye will be back in the office now” yonghwa opened his eyes, he

instantly sat up from the bed. “bwo?” he asked. Minhyuk mentally pats his shoulder.

“nothing, I’ll be going.” Minhyuk said and runs out from yonghwa’s room. minhyuk had been

living with yonghwa for the past week. Personally requested by Haelmoni. Its already been a

week and a half since shinhye broke up with him. She extended her leave of absence saying

that she is taking care of ahn nah while jaejoong is in Seoul. The others believed her but not

yonghwa. He knows the real reason. Its him.

~Flashback~

"I thought you’re the one, but I realize, and its time to face the truth, I am not for you as you

are to me. Mianhe" she hurriedly hailed a taxi. yonghwa feeling devastated fell on his knees

with a shock face on him, "not again" he whispered. Yonghwa stayed there for god knows

how long. He never imagine that his heart would be broken the same way it was wrecked long

time ago. (a/n: remember how seo broke up with him?) “it’s my fault, is it?” he asked himself.

It’s like the weather is answering him, a loud thunder rumbled and drops of rain started to

fall from the dark, starless sky.

~flashback ends~

“hyung! Breakfast is on the table! I’ll be going now!” minhyuk yelled making yonghwa get

back to his senses. he rubs his neck. For the past few days, his mind is fixated on writing

songs. Somehow shinhye inspired him to write. In a bad way though, minhyuk who he asked

to listen to one cried in an instant. His songs are so heart wretching even minhyuk made it

cry. That’s what he is feeling. He stood up and walk to his bathroom, after taking a bath and

dressing up, he walk towards the table, he picked up the photo frame placed there. he caress it

and smile. “good morning shinhye ah” he uttered. “I know I’m wrong, I was wrong for yelling

and accusing you, but I can’t help it, I am jealous.” He said. Right on cue his phone rang, he

took it from under the pillow, his brows furrow when he saw an unfamiliar number. “who

could it be?” he asked. “yoboseyo?”
 

“chun! How’s the little sister?” yunho said, he and y