I already packed everything. I didn’t think I could bring all of this at once. I didn’t want to bother Jongin too. He was with Krystal, right? I didn’t want to disturb their moment or it would make Jongin sad. I guess I could just bring it one by one? I smiled. ‘Yeah, that’s right.’ I became more optimistic. I was because of Jongin? Maybe. I brought a box out from Baekhyun’s house. I walked slowly; afraid I would make the box fall. Some people looked at me pity. But I ignored them. They could pity me, but could do nothing. I kept walking until I was in front of Jongin’s apartment. I put the box down then searched for the key. I could find it nowhere.

“Oh my! I forgot it! I left it on dinning table!” I panicked. What should I do? I finally decided to knock the door slowly, didn’t dare to disturb them, Jongin and Krystal. No one answered. But not long after that I could hear Jongin’s and Krystal’s voice from out here.

“Jongin! What do you think about my cooking?” she asked him in cheerfully tone.

“Yours is the best! I’ve never eaten the best food for the whole of my life! I love it! You should cook it for me often.” What he said made me hurt. It hurt me so much. He said it to me just like that, right? Or maybe it was all just my imagination? ‘Yeah, it just your imagination, you fool. Jongin will never like what you cook for him. It is nothing compared to Krystal-ssi’s cooking.’

“Then I will make it for your lunch everyday?”

“That will be awesome, Krystal!” Wasn’t it all same with my imagination? He wanted me to cook more often for him. I offered to make lunch, and then said he’d love to eat it? It was a nice dream, wasn’t it? I couldn’t hold my tears anymore. The reality just too hurt for me. I walked weakly. I left the box in front of his apartment. I didn’t know where to go. To Baekhyun’s house? No. So where should I go? I had nowhere. I was no one. As I walked I found an empty beer bottle, I cracked it into pieces. I took one of it and put it on my wrist. ‘I’m sorry, Jongin. I couldn’t bear with it anymore. It just too hurt. I was not needed in this world. I only dirtied it.’ I cut my wrist over and over. It made me calm. I could release my trouble, my hurt feeling. I walked nowhere until some people screamed. I couldn’t hear what they screamed. I felt nothing until someone pushed me hard until I was at the roadside. The person hugged me tightly, but I felt hurt in my backside. I moaned a little, that made him looked at me. I was surprised!

“Are you hurt?” he asked soft