A few days had passed.

I didn't speak nor talked to Baekhyun. Not that he wanted too, anyways. He actually really didn't call, nor texted, nor even made a jump to explain anything to me. Nothing.

And I was left hanging by a thread.

I was even more gloomy at work. And none of my crew could console me. With no existing real friends, I totally had nobody. Baekhyun was my only one. The only one I talk to and go to.

But he left me just like that.

Absurd as it may sound, but I still go to Baekhyun's house to check on him. I wanted to see how he was coping with out break up, and to see if I'm the only one grieving.

And to my utter disappointment, I truly was the only one.

One day, Sehun invited me to a walk in the park one Sunday afternoon.

He was already there when I arrived.  "Yah, Oh Sehun."

He looked at me and the kid smiled widely. "Noona."

We walked together around the park. "Why did you call me? Is something the matter?"

"Yes, noona. You?"

"Me?" I asked lifelessly, although I already knew what Sehun wanted to talk about.

"Yeah, you. What happened? You've become more like a zombie over the past few days."

I blinked and shook my head. "It's nothing really."

"Noona, I know it's not nothing. Where is that glow that used to cover you whenever you speak? Where's that cheeriness? They're gone, noona. And I don't think it's really nothing."

This persistent kid sometimes could get me wondering how he is so childish and serious at times.

"Sehun-ah."

"Hm?"

"What did I do wrong?"

"What?"

I paused. I don't even know how to say it. "Did I do something wrong in my life? Baekhyun left me. Told me he didn't love me anymore. Was it all too easy? I can't understand."

He looked at me. "Oh. So that's it."

"Would you ever do something like that to your gi