"Well this is good, isn't it?" Woohyun clapped in glee, "And the best part is that it was my genius idea that got the two of you back on good terms!" He squealed.

"Alright. Don't flatter yourself, Woohyun." Myungsoo rolled his eyes.

"Well, excuse me for being a little excited." He pouted.

"So what are we doing sitting here, Woohyun?" You asked, "We don't have anything to talk out anymore."

"Well, now that you guys are back on good terms, I want to know how you guys died." Woohyun stated.

"And why do you want to know that?" Myungsoo raised an eyebrow.

"To get to know you guys better."

You and Myungsoo nodded in understanding, before looking to each other. "Ladies first?" Myungsoo suggested.

You sighed, and started your story, "I'll start from when I found out that Myungsoo was 'cheating' on me." You made quotation marks in the air when you said cheating.

You ran all the way home from the park, tears rapidly falling from your eyes, and staining your cheeks.

You arrived home, ran into your room, and closed the door. You didn't bother turning on the light, as you slid down the back of the door onto the floor, and sobbed, *It isn't true. It isn't true. Myungsoo is going to call me and explain everything to me.* You tried comforting yourself, but it seems as though you were already doubting your own thoughts.

*But Myungsoo was kissing her - no, she was kissing him. But he didn't pull away.* You closed your eyes tightly, as you thought back to the scene, and held your head between your hands, harshly shaking your head.  You quickly stood up and took your phone out of your bag.

No calls. No texts.

You shook your head in denial, *Myungsoo is going to call me. Myungsoo is going to call me. He'll explain everything and we'll be alright. It's going to be alright.* You kept comforting yourself, even though you already had an idea of what was going to happen.

Hours went by.

12am.

1am.

2am.

It was 2.25am, but were still clutched onto your phone as if your life depended on it. Your cheeks were already stained with dried tears, but still, tears kept falling from your eyes.

You were sat on the floor in the middle of your room, waiting for your ringtone to bring you back to life.

*Myungsoo is going to call me. Myungsoo is going to call me. Myungsoo is going to call me.*

You eventually fell asleep waiting for Myungsoo's call.

--

The next morning was a Sunday, meaning no school. As soon as you woke up, you checked your phone.

No calls. No texts.

You harshly threw your phone across the room, as it hit the wall and landed on the floor - unwanted. Tears were once again threatening to fall.

Upon hearing the noise, your parents rushed in to check up on you. They comforted you for a while, before bringing breakfast in for you, and setting off for work.

You were all alone in the house, with your - now cold - breakfast.

The rest of the day was somewhat like that: poking your food, crying some more, holding your - now broken - phone, as if a call could miraculously get through to it.

--

Before you knew it, it was Monday - school. You quietly dressed up and went downstairs.

"Honey, you don't have to go to school if you don't want to." Your mum suggested.

"Why not stay at home for a little while longer, and calming down?" Your dad added.

You nodded with a forced smile, and waved before walking off to school.

You took a deep breath, as you took in the fresh air.

Once you arrived at school, you sat down in your seat, which was near the back, and placed your bag on the table. You didn't even talk to any of your friends, and just rested your head on your bag, and sobbed some more, *What do I do if I see Myungsoo? I can't face him right now. I can't let him see that I'm like this.*

Someone tapped your shoulder, you peeped out from your bag slightly, to see Myungsoo's worried face. "~~~~-ah, listen-"

"Kim Myungsoo, please sit down so that we can start the lesson." The teacher suddenly interrupted. Without any other choice, Myungsoo sighed and walked towards his seat.

As soon as the lesson ended, you ran out of the class, so fast, that even Myungsoo couldn't go after you.

--

A week went on like that.

You didn't pay attention in lessons, and that was reflected in your grades - they dropped rapidly.

You didn't have a light in your life anymore. In other words, you went into depression.

Myungsoo still tried to talk to you, but you'd simply run away as fast as you can into the girls' toilets - the