Her POV

“ODY!!”

I hear Jinhwan’s voice calling my name as I walk out from the practice room. I speed up my pace.

As I finally outside the building, Jinhwan grabs me on my wrist.

“Ody-chan, kikite kudasai! (Please listen!)” he says as he tries to breathing normally.

I hold my tears that are so ready to fall.

"I'm sorry I am being emotional, I’m sorry I’m just out of myself, I’m sorry... I.. I.." I can feel warm tears streaming down my face

"ody-chan.." Jinhwan finally opens up.

He releases his hand from mine.

"ody-chan, I’m sorry for everything. I'm sorry that my existence hurts you so much"

"No! No…” I cry.

"I’m sorry I couldn't be a good brother to you. I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you that time, I’m sorry for leaving Japan without saying anything to you. I was afraid that I might hurt you. You were so innocent, yet unapproachable. I never knew how you felt towards me. I was oblivious.. yet i.."

"Jinnie.." I call him. It’s been a long time since the last time I call him that way.

I slowly raise my hand and put it on his cheek; he finally looks at me in the eyes.

"Jinnie… Do you remember what I said to you back then?"

He remains silent.

"I liked you so much that it hurt" i said

He’s about to say something but I quickly say, "I’m sorry but please listen to me. I’m sorry but please let me be egoist this time and tell you how I feel. I didn’t know anything about love, that’s why I didn’t know how to show you how I felt back then. Yet at the same time, I know how you felt about my sister. Your eyes couldn’t lie. I’m not going to force you to feel the same to me. I just want to tell you that it hurts... I think... I... I still feel the same.. But I don’t want my feeling becomes a bother for you...

.... because you don’t feel the same way”

I release my hand from his cheek.

I feel like thrown into old memories, the time when I couldn’t see him as a brother.

I sigh, "Good luck for your training, ganbatte, Jinnie (Do your best, Jinnie)"

I take a deep breath in and put a smile, as bright as I can.

“Let just pretend like my feeling never exists in a first place” that’s what I say as I walk out. Tears streaming down my cheeks and my chest suffocated.

Is this a final goodbye?