He’s gone.

He leaves me.

All alone in this ing lonely room.

I look around. Everything is wrecked.

“I’ve done this” sigh. He stand up and start cleaning the mess. His hand is busy cleaning the room but his eyes is blurring. He feels his hand wet. He don’t remember crying. His trembling hand went to touch his face and he feel it. The tears rolling out of his eyes. He broke down.  

Jongin is watching. He stand still at the door frame. His presence are not know by his wife. How he wish to hugs his wife and let the sadness go but his ego much stronger than that. He is upset too.

Their marriage started to fall apart. They won’t love each other anymore. They avoids each other. Kyungsoo stuck to his room and Jongin busying himself with all the workload. He’s never home. Whenever they met there is suffocating air between them. They couldn’t handle it. So they stay away. Keep the distance and live their life like nothing happen.

Deep down. There’s the feeling they keep to themselves. How they missed each other. How they want to be inside their embraces. How they loves each other. They want it but the jealousy and ego were like steel to their heart. It stop them.

One day, Kyungsoo can’t stand it anymore. Keeping himself lock in the room. He feels very uncomfortable. Beside, Jongin is not with him that day just make it worse. He really missed him. His presence, his sweet scent, his hugs, kisses and gentle voice around him. He missed it so ing much.

“I miss you Jongin..”

Kyungsoo get out of his bed getting himself ready to meet him, his loved one. He get into his car and drive to Jongin’s company. He went upstairs. To the highest level. Jongin’s room. He walk to his room and about to open the door.

Suddenly he hears it. His husband laugh. He is curious. Just who is Jongin talking to? He open the door. Jongin stop laughing. Their eyes met.  Standing next to Jongin is a girl. A very pretty one. He wants to go inside and slap the girl but his body won’t hear it.

He walk away instead. He heard it. The voice calling for him. Once.. Twice.. Thrice.. He heard it. Jongin is calling for him. Begging for him to stop. Just how much he wants to.. He couldn’t. He is crying. He won’t let Jongin knows it. He won’t show him his bad side. He looks ugly when he cry.

She’s beautiful.. but not me.. I’m not beautiful. I am a ing guy. Not a girl. She’s perfect for him to build a happy family