She’s sitting at her bed, and it somehow feels so empty. Her hand strokes over the light grey satin covers, and it echoes all the way through a few weeks ago.
“I want a break.” “Excuse me?” He seemed to have almost choked on the drink he was sipping, water, to be more exact. “Why the hell would you want that?” ”Are you really that dumb or are you just playing yourself?” ”But-- I love you, I don’t want to beak up--” ”Who said anything about a breakup you fucking idiot?!” She sighed heavily, he could never sort things out at first, not correctly, and he’d always jump into the wrong assumptions, leaving the short-tempered Jaekyung angry. “But--” ”Listen--” She pinches the bridge of her nose, “my head’s punding, let’s ust get this straight. We haven’t really been on terms lately... we barely see each other, it’s not your fault-- neither it is mine. I just... miss those days when we acted like lovebirds and everything was so lovely-- now... it’s like we’re an old couple, a bitter couple. It’s not cute, and it’s irritating me a lot.”
”Babe--” When he drew closer, to grab onto her hand, his voice somewhat filled with self-pity or dissappointment, she didn’t bother figuring it out, her own hand tenderly jolted backwards. And it was evident upon his features that he was completely unhappy about it. “Look, Hangil. I love you too, but lately in the little to no time that we have together we’re both exhausted and we fight a lot. We’ve taken things for granted, it’s like a routine-- and I don’t want that. I need a time off for myself, to focus on my career, to focus on my music, for you to focus on yours and...” ”And what? See other people?” She sighed again. ”Do whatever you want, I’m going home.”
”Jaekyung, wait!” Turning around, she stared at him, waiting for him to finish what he wanted to say so she could just go home already and swallow some aspirin. But instead, he came closer -- before she could notice, his hands were wrapped tightly aroun her waist and she was held strongly in his embrace -- it seemed like he was afraid of letting her go, even if it was her will. “Hangi--” ”I love you. Please don’t go.” He sounded so desperate that Jaekyung almost felt pity for him. Almost. She would have unless they’ve fought earlier -- well, more like had a rough argument over the silliest things, an aaction which they seemed to be having quite a lot recently. They’ve just grown apart, it was natural, it was her fault, and noticing he’s hurt by it did pinch in her chest. “Look, I’m not breaking up with you... you’ll be back in July, right? And after you’re done with all of the business you have, I’ll be done with mine, and we’ll have time to realize that-- just how much we actually love each other.” She managed to free from his hold yet not completely, and locked their gazes together. Her tired gaze and his sad one. “But dragging this... it’s just a mistake. We need to cool off, have some time for ourself and invest in other things, let go of whatever is making us argue so much and... it’ll fix by itself. Time’s the answer.”
”I love you.” ”I know... I love you too...” She turned around, one shoe already worn. “I’ll make sure to text you once in a while... to make sure you’re alright and eating well.” ”I’m sorry.” It seemed like he could cry, but she knew he wouldn’t -- not in front of her, at least. So she leaned closer and planted a tender kiss at his cheek. “Goodnight.”
And now she sighing, the bed suddenly seems to enormous, and it makes her feel cold. Another sigh, as she’s capable of doing only that, and Jaekyung lays down, checking her phone. Not tonight, she won’t text him... even if it has been two weeks. “I’m switching to girls, much easier.” If only.