#godwoon

“______-shi” Your secretary called as you head into your office.

“Ye?” You replied poking your head out.

“Ah, he came to pass you something just now.” She informed and you nod your head before closing the door. A blue box as big as an A4 size paper sat on your desk. You sighed and set it aside with the other 2, one in pink and one in purple.

  2 years ago

“_____-ah! You have to come for the fan sign okay? Promise me!” He lifted his pinky finger and you hooked yours with his.

“I promise.” You smiled, you never felt happier dating an idol.

  3 months ago

“Chagiya, mianhae. Jinjja mianhae. I’m sorry.” He apologises profusely. But you knew, he was unsure of what he did wrong. He just gives in to you no matter what.

“Why are you saying sorry? Do you even know why you’re saying sorry?” You asked as he stops the car at the junction. The traffic light had turned red. He is speechless. He opens his mouth but no words come out.

You unbuckle your belt and open the door,

“Let’s break up.”

You hear him shout your name but the light had turned green and the noise of cars horning behind him drowned his desperate yells for you to stop and listen to him.

  Now

“______-shi, aren’t you going home yet?” Your secretary asked. You glanced at the time, it was already midnight, and you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Designing had made you forget about the time.

“Uh, I’m almost done with this piece.” You grinned.

“Alright, I’ll be at the club so drop me a text if you need me tomorrow.” Your secretary laughed and you waved her goodbye.

When was the last time you even club? No, when was the last time you even watched a movie or had a proper meal at the situated time?

You sighed and continued your work.

“______?” Someone calls from behind you. You turn to see your best friend, Sungjae holding Chinese takeaway in his right hand.

“Yah! Ottoke?” You asked, startled that he knew you were still in the office.

“Your secretary dropped me a text to make sure you ate something.” He smirked and laid the food on the coffee table at the other end of your office.

“Wow. This is a lot of food.” Your eyes sparkled at the tremendous amount of meat and fried food.

“Mani mogo!” He hands you a pair of chopsticks and the both of you start digging in. “_____-ah.” He says.

“Oh?” You replied stuffing some noodles into your mouth.

“Did he contact you?” He asked. You choked on your noodles and Sungjae pats you lightly on your back and hands you some tissues.

“Museun soli-yo!” You scolded him.

“Yah! Dongwoon really didn’t contact you?” He asked more assertively this time.

“I blocked his number, his social networks and everything related to him.” You replied stuffing some wantons in your mouth this time. Hopefully he wouldn’t ask any more questions with your mouth filled, you can’t answer anyway.

“You’re really bad, you know?” He sighed.

“Wae?” You asked with your mouth still full.

“He didn’t even do anything wrong…” Sungjae started. You slammed your chopsticks on the table and pointed to the door and swallowed your food.

“Ka.” You said.

“_____-ah. His really a good guy.” Sungjae tries to convince you but you look away.

“See yourself out.” You replied returning to your work desk. Sungjae sighs, clears the coffee tables and leaves your office.

The moment the door closes you look up from your designing tablet and took a deep breath. Sungjae was right, he is a good guy. But, too good for a rotten lady like you.

  You forgot his birthday, you forgot that you had a date with him; you left him waiting for more than 2 hours at the restaurant he booked for the 2 of you. You made his fans hate him for dating you; you made his life miserable then left him because… he never really understood you.

  You tell him that all the time, you wanted him to be angry with you for bailing on him but he never was and never seemed to be. It seemed so crazy that you will forgo such a dedicated man, but you need someone who was independent, who would scold you for the right reasons and not always give in to you. You even wanted him to barge into your office and yell at you for leaving him that way. Thinking about this makes your vision blurred with tears.

  You hated him but at the same time you loved him.

You wiped away your tears and faced the 3 boxes from him you never opened. You took the first box he sent, in purple. Lifting the lid, you see a letter and a pair of louboutins he promised to buy for you when he finished his Tour. The letter read:

“Jagiya, mianhae. Happy 2 and a half years to us. Please pick up my calls.”

  You put the box away and proceed to open the 2nd one, in pink.

Another letter and a dress in pink.

  : You still won’t pick up my calls… Happy 31 months to us.

  The 3rd box was the lightest and you thought he was going to give up and accept the break up until you opened it.

  : You haven’t been touching these boxes have you? I really hate you. For making me go through all this pain, making me handle all these emotions alone. I hate you but I’ll give you one last chance to meet me at the rooftop of the café we first met. I won’t leave until I see you. We will have a clean break once and for all.

  You glanced at the time, 3am.

He wouldn’t be stupid enough to wait would he?

But you had a gut feeling.

You packed up, grabbed your bag and left your office to see it pouring outside. You run to your car in the rain and started it.

  He is this stupid.

  The lights of the café were still on by the time you reached, but there was no one inside. You dashed up the flight of stairs to the rooftop.

  He was really there…

Son Dong Woon was really waiting for you like idiot in this rain.

  “I’m waiting for someone, I can do the closing.” he doesn’t look at you.

“Babo.” You said loud enough for him to hear in this pouring rain.

  He turns and stands up immediately after recognizing your voice. You run into the rain and hugged him tight.

“Yah! I really hate you.” He says but hugs you tight. “I hate you so much my bones boil.” He shouts but doesn’t let you go. “We are so over after this.” He kisses you.

You laughed as tears fall down your face and he wipes them away.