"Let's break up. . ."

  Knuckles deadly white from clutching his phone, Jongin read the message for over a thousand times, and it broke his heart into even smaller pieces, if that’s possible. A thousand thoughts were running through his pretty head. Why would she send something like that? Was she tired of him? Is she seeing someone else? Someone who’ll have time for her, unlike him? She knew the consequences of dating Jongin—their lack of communication due to Jongin’s training to become a top idol; the sasaeng fans that follow him almost everywhere; the “no phones allowed” policy by his agency; and doubt. Jongin’s eyes were bloodshot and puffy , a result from crying for hours. His heart was aching so bad, like a boxer using it as a punching bag. He wanted the pain to end. So he collapsed on his bed, thinking that if he slept his heartache away, the pain would subside. He let out a shaky breath, closed his heavy eyes, and allowed his faint heartbeat to sing him to sleep.