I just finished my shower when the phone rang. It was Jiyong.

“Hey, you are free this Saturday, right?” He said from the other end of the line.

“Yeah. What’s up?” I hope he wouldn’t ask me to join him and Hani for their outings. They invited me occasionally, Hani said we would be hanging out together as friends, but I couldn’t help but to feel like a third wheel. They were already together for eight months, and I felt like I had reached my limit.

The sight of Hani with him, my best friend, was a pure torture for me. Even after eight months, she still had hold of my heart.

“Hani’s moving in. Help me move her things? I’ll treat you lunch and dinner. Hani’s cooking. Would you?”

What did I heard he just said?

Hani was moving in. With Jiyong. This shouldn’t be happening.

“Yah, Seunghyun. Are you there?”

“A... ah, yes, sure, I’ll help.” I must be crazy. Why did I agree to this? Why should I keep letting them destroy my heart?

“Great. She has so many, I don’t know if her things could fit in my house. I mean, look at her collection of shoes...”

Jiyong kept rambling, but I couldn’t hear a thing, accept the sound of my shattering heart.