You rubbed your eyes, wiping away the cold sweat that covered your forehead.
That nightmare felt real… so real… You didn’t want to think about it anymore. Instead, you needed your oppas’ comfort. Wide awake, you hopped off your bed and walked out of your bedroom in your nightgown.
It was quiet in the house. Maybe everyone would be sleeping. You walked to Donghyun and Jeongmin’s room, opening it. “Oppas.” You peered inside, but no one was there.
Your eyes were wide open and your heartbeat sped up. You dashed to Minwoo and Hyunseong’s room, but no one was there either. What’s more, the beds were completely gone, showing no sign that no one was ever in there.
You opened the drawers, trying to look for their clothes, but there were no clothing pieces. Not even Minwoo’s hat. Tears were spilling now.
Finally, you closed your eyes and opened the twins’ room. No one was there. There was only a single note on the drawer, folded down nicely.
You grabbed it and opened it up, eyes scanning the paper.
I know you’re probably very confused. I would be puzzled too. I’m sorry we couldn’t keep our promise to you. I’m writing this on behalf of all your Oppas. Minwoo’s crying hard right now, and so is Kwangmin. All of them are just a mess. We’ve grown so attached to you.
From the start, we were only given a year to be with you. At any time after that, we could’ve left. There’s a time limit on each of us. Once that time is up, we are told and then we shrink back into mannequins.
We are not allowed to tell anyone of this. That’s why we were only able to last until the time was up. Victoria was in on the secret, of course.
I don’t know what’s going to happen from now. Honestly, I—no, we are all scared. I don’t know what it feels like to be shut down completely. We all wanted to stay with you, but I guess life is unfair.
I love you. Don’t ever forget that.
And now, all that’s left is to break up.
I’m sorry for all of this. You’ll always be my one true love. Our one true love, forever and always.
Goodbye. Saranghae. Mianhae.
--Your ex-boyfriend, Youngmin.
You stared at Youngmin’s note. This could not be happening. No. Never.
“But I… I don’t want to break up.” You whispered to yourself. It was silent. “I don’t want to break up!” You screamed. “No! NO!” You covered your ears with your hands.
“I don’t believe this…” You cried, your teardrops smudging Youngmin’s writing.
You then noticed something else on the floor in a pile. There were six mannequins, all blank. There were no clothes on it or hair. It looked just like any other art mannequin.
You held them in your hands, all six of them.
“Oppas… Why…Why did we have to break up…?” You murmured as if they could understand you.
“Saranghae…” You cried for a long time in the Jo Twins’ old room.