https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UK6RS5BN01c

It had been days since the inevitable had happened. So many unseen messages, so many missed calls. Even missed classes. All for what? Petty avoidance?

After awhile, the messages stopped coming. The calls stopped ringing. But the classes continued to be missed. He gave up. Maybe, it was for the better. He'd be able to find his eventual fated one, and within time I'd forget he ever existed. I thought. But not too long after my phone stopped ringing, knocks came upon my door, which evolved into pounds, which finally evolved into bangs.

"You shouldn't be here." The banging stopped.

"Eunji, please. I just want to talk to you, face to face." 

Silence.

"You said you'd give me time."

"I said I'd give you time; I didn't say we're strangers."

"You said you'd give me time." My voice, becoming more gruff. 

"At least come to class. You can hate me but don't let it out on your grades." Why does he care so much?

"You need to leave."

"Eunji-"

"You need to leave."

And I thought that would be the end of it. I thought that would be the end of it all. But it wasn't. Every day he would come, and every day he'd knock, pound, bang. Every day I'd ask him to leave. And every day I'd think he wouldn't come back. 

One good thing about television was that the strings weren't visible through the thick screen of pixels and ions. I could watch 5 seasons of a show and I'd see no strings. One bad thing about television was that it was often boring, allowing me to dwell in my thoughts. And to dwell in my thoughts was never viewed as a very fun thing to do. Because all I'd think about would be the strings. The gut wrenching cut string of my parents. The shameless cut string of the weeb. The questionable cut string of my friend. The depressing cut string of the poor girl who once had a choice. The suffocating tangled string of that cheating man with the ring around his finger. The strings with no ends of the two girls surrounding him. The offensively strong string of the offending man. The two strings facing away from each other of the new couple. The cut but lively string of Sungjae. And the string that fails to exist of my own. All these different kinds of strings would swirl in my head until Sungjae came again with his knocks, his pounds, his bangs.

"Eunji, I know you're in there. I know I told you I'd give you time. I also know there's the possibility that you might hate me now. Or maybe you always did, and I never knew. Regardless, I want you to know, that I will never give up on you, and every day I will come at your door with the ring. Every day I will come at your door until you open it with your heart."

"Sungjae, why do you try so hard? Can't you see that it's too late? That it's too late for us?" That it's too late for me? 

"I can not see. I refuse to see. Because deep down I know that it is never too late. It's never too late for anything. And even if it is, I'd rather regret after trying, than regret without trying. That is why I will never stop coming, to let you know that it's not too late."

That it's never too late.

a/n

triple update????

I got kinda impatient so I decided to just triple update because the next chapter after this one is the last one.  

I know, this chapters pretty ing short. It's also pretty ing crappy but what can you do. I sure do hope I get a lot of comments after my last chapter. Btw, have you guys deciphered which members are which characters? Please, I want to know what you guys come up with!

Speaking of ideas, I kind of want to know how you guys want this story to end. It's not like your opinions will change what I have in mind but I just want to know. So  PLEASE COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS! ! ! Thanks :3

I'll be looking forward to your comments. If I don't receive at least 3 new comments from 3 different people within the next 9 hours (it's 22:28 04/04 where I am rn so 9 hours later would be 07:28 04/05) then I'm never posting the last chapter!

^^ that's a threat. jk Imma post the last chapter regardless but p l e a s e I need need NEED your comments. THANK YOU.

-K.o