The metallic sound of a knife coming in contact with the hard ground could be heard the moment I entered the apartment. No. No. It couldn't be happening. It mustn't. I threw my Prada purse onto the ground right beside the counter and ran straight to the bathroom. "Oppa..." My voice cracked when I saw the scene before me. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I kneeled down and wrapped my arms around my boyfriend. Blood flowed from his left wrist and dripped down onto my jeans. "Jiyong... W-why... Why would you do such a thing..." "I-... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Eunhae..." Those were his last words. Before... Before he fell onto the cold marble floor with a thud. His lifeless form sent fear into my heart. Jiyong. You mustn't die now. 

A/N: This chapter is pretty short. The next one will be longer! Hope you enjoy this oneshot^^ Have a nice day/night!