The weather looks like it might rain at any moment...
I was now inside a cafe. Aside from the owner, the part-timer, and myself and my boyfriend, Yoongi, there was no one else inside. Silence filled the cafe. It had been a while since Yoongi had suggested we meet, so I was excited and dressed up nicely. But the unusual atmosphere, his expression, and his constant touch and fixation on his phone were just the thing to make me uneasy.As the silence continued to flow, the first one to break it was Yoon-gi.
“Let’s break up.”
I just opened my mouth to hear something I had never expected.
“Let’s break up.”
Yoon-gi says let's break up again‘Why... why are you doing that...?’I asked cautiously.
“I’m sick of you. And I was cheating on you while I was dating you.”
Hearing Yoon-ki's words, I felt like I'd been hit in the head with a hammer, and I realized I shouldn't have asked why. Even if I regretted it now, it was already in the past.
"Why are you so confident? Shouldn't you apologize and say you'll do better?"
He spoke, barely able to calm his trembling voice. But that thought was fleeting, and Yoongi raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth.
“Why me?”
I was speechless at Yoongi's shameless speech.
“A lie... right...?”
Those were the words I barely managed to get out... On the one hand, I wished he'd tell me it was a lie. Or maybe it was a surprise... If Yoongi had blown out the candles on the cake at the end when I was about to go home and said it was a surprise... If Yoongi had known it was my birthday and done that... Then I wanted to cry like a baby, cry in Yoongi's warm arms, and tell him that I hate him... that I hate him so much. Then I wish Yoongi would slowly pat my back and say he's sorry.
“Well, I expected this much.”
But he seemed to be texting someone on his phone, as if to say that I was wrong.
“If there’s a place, my girlfriend will come in.”
My heart ached as if it were being torn, crumpled, and driven out by nails when I heard Yoongi calling another woman his girlfriend.
A few seconds after Yoongi finished speaking, a woman entered the cafe. Yoongi smiled brightly at her. That smile...was the same smile he'd given me when he looked at me. I thought I was going crazy. No, I was already halfway there, barely holding on to my senses.
“Oppa~~!!”
The woman called Yoongi "oppa" and walked towards him, making a "clack clack" sound. Even though there was an empty seat, she sat on his lap. Yoongi, as if familiar with her, sat down behind her.
Yes... That woman was prettier than me. No, she was prettier... She was so pretty that I'd believe she was a celebrity. Their appearance was so beautiful, so perfect. I felt like I shouldn't be between those two.
"hey."
The woman sitting on Yunki's legs called me.
“You said you were following my brother around and texting him?”
Ah... I guess Yoongi said that to that girl about me.
“I’m sorry, but my brother already has a partner. Could you please get out of here?”
I thought I was going crazy. I'm probably the only person in my life who's ever heard something like that from a woman whose boyfriend cheated on her.
“Did you hear that? I wish you’d back out so we could go on a date.”
Even to Yoongi... Seriously... I realized for the first time today how easy it is to drive people crazy.
“....”
Without saying a word, I mentally calmed my trembling hands and gathered my belongings from the table and stuffed them into my bag. No matter how much I pretended to be okay, those two would know. That I was pretending...
“Hey, brother~~”
“Why~?”
I care about those two... No, I care, but it seems they're not. Hearing their sweet conversation brought tears to my eyes. I didn't want to cry. At least not in front of them.
I clutched my bag tightly, holding back tears as I walked toward the cafe entrance. For a moment, I lost my balance and nearly fell. Embarrassment, the sound of mocking laughter behind me... sadness at our breakup... anger... a flood of emotions welled up within me.
‘Thud...thud...thud...’
As we left the cafe, Gureum, who had been flirting with people, almost crying, began to cry as if trying to comfort me. But I felt no comfort. My wounded heart pounded like crazy, causing me pain. As a result, the wounds gradually healed, only to be cut again by the knife of "breakup," creating a deeper wound, hurting me even more. My tears, like rain, never stopped flowing.
‘Crack, crack...’
Because I was wearing shoes, I could hear a sound with every step I took, and that sound reminded me of Yoon-ki and the woman who cheated on him.
.
.
.
I hadn't brought an umbrella, so I was drenched in the rain for quite some time. Suddenly, the rain stopped. I turned my head to see who it was. Even then, I wished it was Yoongi.
"ah..."
I let out a sigh without realizing it, not even Yoon-gi, but someone else.
A man held an umbrella over me.
“I... I... Are you okay..? It seems like you got rained on too much...”
The man didn't seem to hear the sigh I let out. On the one hand, I was relieved, but I struggled to think of what to say. And then...
“No.. haha”
It was.
“Uh...um...uh...”
The man seemed to be thinking about what to say.
“Thank you for taking care of me... but you don’t have to worry about it. Then I’ll go first.”
I didn't want to get sick. I was already in enough pain, and if I got attached and got hit in the back of the head again... I thought I'd go crazy.
"excuse me..!"
The man gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me to look at him. My eyes met his. I could tell his face was flushed in the dark, rainy weather. He handed me his cell phone.
“I’m sorry, but… your phone number….”
Is it because of the rain...? The man seemed oblivious to my crying. I nodded and walked forward. Then he approached me and held out his umbrella to me.
“My name is Jeon Jungkook. If... if you’re sick tomorrow, please call me...!”
A man named Jeon Jungkook put one hand on his head and the other on a convenience store bag, handing me a business card and an umbrella, and ran like crazy through the rain.
“I’m sorry, but… I really want to get rained on today.”
After muttering to myself, I looked around and approached a cat that was getting drenched in the rain, offering it my umbrella. I considered throwing the business card away, but I crumpled it up and put it in my pocket, feeling the sincerity.
‘Choooooooooooo...’
The rain had just started to fall harder than before, and as it rained harder, my tears began to flow more heavily. And I slowly, slowly walked home.
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The ending is awkward, but I'm satisfied with this!