Of Vanilla Ice Creams and Unknown Guests.

(Gwiboon's POV)

Minho looked at me straight in the eye. "You want the truth, right?" He took a deep breath before saying, "I love Lee Taeyeon. I courted you because of a bet I lost to, okay? Our relationship is just for a show. And this is where I'm going to end it."

He breathes then continued. "Let's break up, Gwiboon."

The bags under my eyes were surely evident by now. I made no move and continued on my staring contest with the ceiling.

After what happened last night, I felt so restless. I felt numb as I continued to run off, away from him, away from everyone else. I remember hearing Nicole run after me but I didn't even wait for her and left, riding a cab home.

She must be worried. But I'll try to call her later.

I remember the numbing feeling that dawned over me as I cry my heart out. I heard my phone rang a few time just past midnight but I can't force myself to answer it, fearing it was Minho. I left out a bitter chuckle at that thought. Why would he want to do anything with me if our relationship was nothing for him to begin with?

I was living in a lie for the past year. 

What a sad realization it is.

I hid my phone in my bedside drawer last night, away from my sight and grasp. I don't want to talk to anyone right now.

It was a school day today and I am already late in my classes. I don't care. I don't want to go to that godforsaken school. Every inch of that school would only make me remember all the moments that I thought were real, all the laughs and even the tears from our fights, everything.

I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I got my heart broken, but it wasn't a reason for me to ignore my daily morning routine of taking care of myself. I won't let myself look even more pathetic.

After going through a routine of washing up, I headed towards the kitchen and prepared a breakfast. These were the times I miss Jonghyun oppa. He knows exactly what to do to make me feel less ty. 

Eating my breakfast made me realized something. I am always alone after he went overseas to study. Sure, our parents sleep here but it's a once in a blue moon kind of occurrence. Then there are the maids that I barely see because they don't stay in. I have my friends in school but it's different. There's this sense of security that I could only feel with Jonghyun oppa.

I shouldn't let these bitter thoughts get the best of me. Jonghyun oppa's coming home soon and I know I will be okay once again.

I grabbed a tub of vanilla ice cream on the fridge and settling on the couch to watch some movie. Since I decided that I will not be going to school today, watching a movie could take my mind off of things.

The world seems to team up against me as Notting Hill played. I don't believe in happy endings. The movie made me feels sick. This was supposed to be my favorite movie but now that the thing with Minho happened; I couldn't help but express my distaste towards the film.

Blame Minho. Blame him for everything.

"…just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." 

I ate a spoonful of the cold treat in front of me and that's when I realized that I was already crying. The tears came unannounced as I continued to eat.

I felt like I was stabbed a few times as Hugh Grant's character turned down Julia Roberts. It must've taken the both of them a lot of courage to do what they just did. I will never be like them. I'm a coward who ran away the minute her first boyfriend dumped her.

The thought made me cry. I hate you, Minho. I said. But in the end, everything has already happened. Nothing can change the fact that we're through.

As my desperate cries turned into soft sobs, I heard the doorbell rang. I am not expecting someone to come over and this is certainly not mom or dad, knowing that they are overseas right now.

I hiccupped as I walked towards the front door, not bothering to check who it is through the intercom. For all I know it could be a burglar and kill me right then and there, but I don't care.

The maid who is in charge of cleaning will be here later and she will see my dead body, pooling with blood. Yeah, she can call the police for me.

Mustering my strength, I forced the door open. "Who is….Oppa?!" The mean words that would've rolled out of my tongue died.

There stood in front of me is my brother, Jonghyun, and an unknown man behind him.

"Hey sis!" He chirped.

I became speechless. This is, indeed, brother in front of me. "Aren't you supposed to be coming back like next week?"

I moved aside, allowing Jonghyun and his companion to enter the house.

"Yes, I was. But there was a change of plans and someone didn't really bother to answer my calls last night when I was calling when we are about to board the plane and busy crying her eyes out. And let me guess, mom and dad aren't here."

"Oh God, don't even mention it. I look horrible right now. And yeah, I think they are in New York right now. I don't know. They won't tell me."

"Mind to tell me about your puffy eyes and red nose?" He asked but then said, "Let's talk about that later. This is my friend, by the way. He'll be staying with us for 2 weeks. Gwiboon, this is Lee Jinki. Jinki, this is my sister, Gwiboon. He's your oppa, by the way."

I offered my hands to him, a manner both oppa and I learned from our parents. He extended his in return and he held my hand gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jinki oppa." I said, shaking his hand softly.

"The pleasure is mine, Gwiboon."

His eyes brighten as he smiled and I couldn't help but smile in return.

2015.08.23

I could never give an excuse on how late I am. Sorry.