"I'm not mad or sad, just disappointed".

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"W-what?" My ears couldn't believe what it just heard. My heart suddenly drops, like all the colors drain into darkness yet again. Again. Feeling used again. 

But what's worse is that the person that I believed in the most, betrayed me on a damn phonecall.

"Baekhyun?" Sehun places a hand on my shoulder. I immediately wrap my arms around him, crying my heart out. He just stands there, shocked. He signals Jongin to distract Tae. 

"Don't make fun of me and just let me cry . . .," My eyes were overflowing until my vision gets blurries.

Sehun swiftly wipes my tears softly. "I don't want to see a close friend of mines heartbroken".

"I don't know what to do anymore," I hug Sehun a tighter, he just flinches and attempts to push me away.

"Okay, don't hug me too tight," He coughs and sacastically smile at me. I roll my eyes, sitting down. I look at my reflection , my eyes are a bit puffy and I don't think I can breathe properly. It's kind of patheic to see me like this.

It's funny how I thought I was the one who changed. I guess everyone else do too. Not just me. Since there's no way I'll stay with Chanyeol anymore, I awkwardy face towards Jongin.

"So . . .umm, could I stay in your apartment . . .?" I rub my neck and put on a small smile. Jongin just stares at me intently.

"Hmm . . .," He then looks at Tae who's happily chasing Sehun. "Sure, but how are you going to get your belongings?"

My jaw clenches. "Well, I'll just ignore him and get my things".

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Night time already is here. It's been such a long day. I remember having Chanyeol's apartment key, I end up making a lot of noises inside the apartment. 

My eyes widens to see Kyungsoo sitting on the couch, smiling with Chanyeol. Wasn't he with Jongin? Ugh, who cares. I don't know who to believe in anymore.

"Yo, Channie. I'm gonna move out". Hurrying to take off my shoes, I almost slip while walking to my 'old' room. Chanyeol gets a hold of my arm, my face is inches away from the floor.

"You okay?" He's acting as if we didn't argue. Love isn't a damn game. Or something that you want when you're lonely. I agressively pull my arm away from his grip.

I calmly pack all my things in a few boxes or more. I didn't even notice him leaning on the doorway.

"Do you need help?" I can't believe he had the audacity to even stand here. 

"No," Short and simple. I don't need to waste my time on him. As I try to carry all my boxes all at once, as if God is playing around with me. . . .I trip on my feet.

All the boxes scatter the floor right before my eyes, I realize I'm on top of Chanyeol! My face turns bright pink, I abruptly sit up straight and try to get off of him. But his grip on my wrist won't let me go.

"I'm sorry!! I know you don't want me to---" I just realize I'm literally