You reached home late that day. Soojin had insisted that you spend the whole day with her and brought you to the mall. You didn’t buy anything but just spending time with Soojin was really enjoyable. You didn’t even think about Junhyung that often.

You hesitated a little before opening the front door. You had been avoiding Junhyung the whole day and you were sure that he was too. After all, he didn’t even send you a text or call to ask you why you were out so late. You let out a little sigh and wondered how things had become like this.

When you finally opened the door, the house was dark so you flicked the light switches and the lights came on. Maybe he’s asleep. You headed to the bedroom, quietly opened the door and took a peek but he wasn’t there as well. I guess he’s staying out late again. You set your bag on the bed and went to the closet to take your pajamas so you could shower. Before you could close the closet, you noticed something different. You proceeded to open all the drawers and you gasped, falling to the ground.

All of Junhyung’s clothes were gone. You checked under the bed and sure enough, his luggage wasn’t there too. You ran out of the bedroom, looked at the fridge and all the tables. Nothing. You went back to the bedroom and even checked the bathroom. Nothing. He didn’t even leave a note to tell you where he had gone. You didn’t panic though. Deep inside, you knew that he would move out sooner or later. He had probably moved into the company’s dorm since he had signed with the company yesterday.

You didn’t panic but you were shocked to beyond words. Everything was happening too fast. Your legs gave out and you crumpled to the floor again. How could Junhyung oppa just leave without saying anything? Even if he didn’t want to talk to me, he could have at least left a note. I guess he hates me now. I would hate me too. Oppa was right. I am nobody.

You sat on the floor in the middle of your bedroom in a daze for what must have been at least an hour because you had lost feeling in both your legs by the time you remembered that you had to take a shower. You stood up but didn’t move for a few minutes to allow your legs to get back their feeling. You grimaced after a while because your feet had the “pins and needles” sensation running through them. You tottered over to where your pajamas lay in a heap on the floor, from when you dropped them earlier, and picked them up before making your slow and painful way to the bathroom.

As you laid in bed that night, you found yourself crying again. You didn’t know what sparked off the tears but the moment you got under the covers, the water works started and you couldn’t stop it. You felt miserable and the only person who could have made you feel better was not there as he promised he would always be. You reached for your phone on the nightstand and scrolled through your very short contact list until you reach his name. You wanted so badly to call him, to apologise, to hear his voice, to hear him tell you that it’s going to be ok. But you didn’t. You didn’t have the courage to call him anymore. The memory of him saying that you were nobody kept replaying itself. You ended up crying yourself to sleep for the second night in a row.