There’s a lump in Sehun’s throat. That lump in his throat didn’t want to disappear even as Jinri left the café. Sehun just sat down on the chair, watching her back and Jongin’s back. They’re walking together as Jinri holding Jongin’s arm. The bitter taste on Sehun’s tounge can’t gone and it’s hard to be focus. He looked up, feeling the cold of the A/C hit his face, once he close his eyes. As he remember how Jinri held that guy’s hand, the twisting in his chest became stronger. It was the sour feeling of regret. Regretting his own words.

For the first time Jinri had been hostile towards him. For the first time. The icy cold look in Jinri’s eyes made Sehun unconsciously gulp. He glared though, no sorry expression nor apologize. His chest twisted as their eyes met. Sehun didn’t like how hostile those eyes looked. But why he cares? Hadn’t he wanted to get that expression from Jinri in his whole life? But when she did it, why was it so hard for the first time?

He just realized, that words had an effect on him. He got it. Disappointment in his chest as Jinri grab another man’s arm, now he is throbbing with anger. Sehun had been too used to Jinri treating him like a prince. Like the only one. Now that he thought about it, she never once ignored him. She had always been there. And the sudden change was, even he just realized it somehow a disappointment hit hard.

“We should sit on this bench” Jongin points at a bench near the café they just left.

Jin