Gone.
The Played PlayboyMinwoo blinked rapidly a few times but it didn't stop the leak from the corner of his eyes. He looked up and let out a deep sigh. "Yoorin, please don't do this."
She disregarded his plea and continued with the speech that she had stayed up so many nights pondering over. "It's true. It did started off as me wanting to hurt you. To give you a taste of your own medicine but as time started to go by-"
"Was it fun?" Minwoo said precipitously, turning the lights back into Yoorin's eyes. "Playing with someone's heart... did you enjoy it?" When she was noiseless, Minwoo let out one silent humourless chuckle. "But I guess you should be the one to be asking me that, right? Accounting that I have messed with your best friend's feelings, as well as many other girls."
Yoorin opened to speak but he cut her off. "I significantly enjoyed doing it at the time, I admit," he whispered. "But, now that I think about it, I must have been a seriously sad excuse for a human being if I enjoyed putting people through that. This feeling..." He hesitated, lifting his moist eyes to stare hard into hers. He reached his hand and laid his palm flat on his chest, only to clenched the fabric between his fist a second later. "I wonder if it ever goes away."
"It can stop," she said, taking a step closer to him. "I can make it stop. Come back to me. Please. We can pretend this never happened and get back to how it used to be."
Minwoo dropped his gaze onto the ground and blinked, a tear drop hitting the ground silently as he shook his head slowly. "That can't happen, Yoorin. I'm just not like you. Pretending something didn't happen and
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