*Byul's POV*

Love is just a social construct that humans have made up to fill the feeling of loneliness in their hearts. Love does not exist outside the reality we reside in. love- what am I doing? What am I actually doing sulking around in a bar, alone and depressed? Why am I the one suffering from heartbreak? 

All I see are sad souls looking around the bar, wandering this place like zombies; at least I'm not alone. Getting up and paying for my drink, I head back home, mentally preparing for the inevitable confrontation with the girl that came into my house, crying her eyes out.

tick tok tick tok tick tok

  All I can hear are the sounds of the clock's constant ticks, the heavy breathing of the people in front of me, and the violent beating of my heart. I feel suffocated by the stares and questions, as all I can see is the girl clinging onto my brother, yet only staring at me, as if she could see through my facade. Hani approached me with pitying eyes and patted my back to console me on what about to happen. Questions flow through my head, is she hurt? Is she okay? What is she doing here? Why did she approach me like that? Why is she staring at me like I'm the one who broke her? Concern turned into anger. I stomped to her and knelt, ignoring my brother's defiance. My only concern now is to get a word out of . With all the gentleness I can muster up, I asked, "what happened, and are you okay?" she seemed surprised with how nice I sou