It is 9 pm when Kyungsoo gets home. He finds Jongin’s sitting on the sofa,glaring at every moves that Kyungsoo makes

“Where have you been?” Jongin asks in a tone that Kyungsoo knew the meaning. Jongin is mad

“I had something to do.” Kyungsoo sits in front of Jongin “Why did you get home so early today?”

“Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”

“Jongin,I wanna talk about us.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

Kyungsoo takes a deep breathe. It is the time,he thought.

“I left it at my office. And you’d ask me,where did I go? I went to Chanyeol’s apartment. Why? I was too exhausted to feel the loneliness at this house. I was too tired to realize that I’d be alone again.”

“What do you mean?” Jongin asks in a tone that Kyungsoo didn’t recognize.

“Jongin,let’s breakup. That’s what you want,right? Breaking up. It will be better for us.”

Jongin was frozen for a minute before he got up “I am tired.”

Before Jongin could get further,Kyungsoo reaches Jongin’s wrist

“I also am so tired,Jongin. Let’s end this up. I won’t regret what we had together all this time.”

Jongin doesn’t say anything. He walks into his room,and this time,Kyungsoo doesn’t stop him

Kyungsoo also walks into his room. He put all of his stuffs into the luggage. He takes everything except the hanging photos of him and Jongin.

He gets out of his room and stops in front of Jongin’s room. He knocks on the door before saying the last words. The words that he wishes wouldn’t make any of them get hurt and feeling  guilty

“Jongin,thank you.”

He gets out of the house and finds Chanyeol’s been waiting for him in the car. He gets into the car.

“Ready?” Chanyeol asks him

Kyungsoo nods. He looks outside the window,trying his best to hold the tears. But he failed

Chanyeol turns on the radio “It’s okay to cry. Don’t let any teardrops left. Don’t hold them back. Crying is the best cure for everything.”

Kyungsoo looks at Chanyeol “Thanks.”

He looks outside the window again,wondering how Jongin feels right now. But he quickly gets the thought off his mind.

“I’ll move on.” He quietly told himself. The tears are still falling.

Not every love story has a happy ending. But that’s the art of love.