Zico ran after you and grabbed your arm, “Where are you going all of a sudden?”
“Home.” You whispered.
He frowned, “Why? Did something happen? Did one of the guys upset you?”
You shook your head.
“Then? Did I do something wrong?” Zico asked. You shook your head again. “Come on, babe. Look at me.” He turned you fully to him.
“I want to stop.” You blurted.
“…What? Stop what?” Zico asked, confused.
You looked into his eyes, “Us.”
“I want to break up.” You said.
You felt him stiffen. His eyes hardened. “Break…up?” It was like the idea was new to him.
You carefully began, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and this isn’t a good idea.” “What exactly isn’t a good idea?” Zico dryly asked.
“You and I being out like this. I can’t afford to expose my home or yours.” You stated. Zico was bewildered, “Okay, what the hell are you saying? I don’t understand why you’re being like this all of a sudden-“
“I just want us to end, okay?!” You snapped.
Zico blinked at you for a couple seconds. His eyes narrowed, “You weren’t like this a couple hours ago. What is this really about? Did I upset you-“
“You didn’t do anything!” You cried out in frustration. You glanced around, feeling more anxious by the second. “Look,” You seriously looked into his eyes, “I just realized that you and I aren’t going to work. I don’t know what made me think I could fall in love but that was a foolish mistake. We should just end things here before things get even more out of control-”
“BULL!” Zico snarled. “THIS IS ING UNTRUE! WE ARE NOT BREAKING UP FOR A STUPID REASON! I NEED A VALID EXPLANATION IF YOU WANT ME TO LET YOU GO AND NOTHING WORKS-“
“I’M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU!” You yelled. He froze. The pain in his eyes made you want to take back your words.
“Lie.” Zico whispered.
“It’s true.” You stiffly crossed your arms.
“Bull.” He whispered over and over again.
“I’m too young to know what true love is, Zico.” You didn’t know where all these lies were coming from. But if it would protect him, you would do it.
Zico just stood there with a shocked, hurt expression.
You sighed, “I’m tired of all this. I can’t run with you anymore. I have to watch out for myself and my brothers. I don’t want to watch your back, too.”
“I can take care of myself-“
“You don’t know these guys as well as I do. They are capable of terrible things that you can’t even imagine.” You snapped.
Zico remained silent.
“Let’s just end things here, okay?” You begged. “You lived well without me before and I lived well before you. So let’s just go back and pretend this never happened.” You turned to go but Zico grabbed your wrist, “Please-“
“Don’t.” You hissed. “Do you want me to move away from here? I can and I will.”
Zico froze. He would rather have you here than leave his side forever. His hand helplessly dropped by his side.
You ran away. When you reached the bus stop, you finally let your tears fall. *So this is how Jiyong oppa felt.* You put a hand over your ripped heart *It hurts. It hurts a lot.*
When you came home, Jiyong was the only one home. He came out of the kitchen, “The others went to see a movie. They called you but you wouldn’t answer-“ Jiyong froze when he saw your swollen eyes.
“I’m going to rest.” You whispered and headed towards the stairs.
Jiyong grabbed your wrist and furrowed his eyebrows, “Yah, what's with you?”
“It’s nothing.” You mumbled.
“Look at me.” Jiyong grabbed your chin and turned your face to him. Your bottom lip trembled. “Did that boy hurt you?!” Jiyong snarled.
“No…I hurt him.” You whispered. “What?” He asked, baffled.
You looked into his eyes and whispered, “I did the same thing you did to Minyoung unnie.” That would mean more to him than anyone else. His eyes widened in shock, “How…?”
Tears started rapidly falling down your face again. Jiyong softened. He could feel your pain. “Come here.” Jiyong gently pulled you into his arms.
You broke down again. “Seunghyun oppa was right. It hurts a lot.”
“I know, I know.” Jiyong comfortingly whispered as he cradled you side to side. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling *Why do we have to live like this? We have to distance ourselves from the people who want to love us. It’s not fair at all.*