It's Taehyung.
It really was... Kim Taehyung. Taehyung was in front of her. The Taehyung in her eyes wasn't the one in the old cell phone photo. He wasn't the Taehyung from the video call that seemed to be a real thing. He was really in front of her. The one she had missed so desperately after a long gap of a year and three months, the one she wanted to embrace so tightly as she loved him.
With a cascade of emotions racing through her, the heroine ran straight to Taehyung. Not only did she run towards him, but she also embraced him.
"Is that Taehyung? Is this really Kim Taehyung?"
"......"
"... Judging by the scent, it really is you, Kim Taehyung."
The scent of him made her realize it was Taehyung in front of her. Yes, before I went abroad to study, every time I walked to and from school with her, he'd smell like a strange, delicious fabric softener. I thought it might be a distant memory now, but I never thought I'd actually see him with my own eyes again.
"Why... you came now."
"......"
“Why did you come dressed so coldly?”
"... sorry."
"It was really bad."
Taehyung kept repeating his apologies, even when he was silent. Why was he apologizing so often when he never did? Did you become so callous after breathing foreign air? ... I'm sorry. His only response was an apology. Taking his half-happy, half-disgusting joke seriously, I began to wonder if he was really the playful Taehyung of old.
"What's wrong? I'm sorry for everything."
"Lady, I... have something to tell you."
Taehyung continued speaking, pulling away the female protagonist's arms that were holding him tightly.
"Let's break up."
what?
Orbit of Love
W. Passion Fruit
The female protagonist, who had devoted a full year and a half to him, had to go through several stages to accept his breakup announcement. The first stage was to sit there, her mind still, and then to mull over his words. I doubted my ears, wondering if I was hearing correctly, but he had indeed broken up with her. The second stage was to throw out dozens, even hundreds, of questions that swirled around in her head. Are you serious? Didn't you miss me? How could you say you wanted to break up on the eve of our two-year anniversary? No, did you even realize that tomorrow was our two-year anniversary? Did you really love me?
I'm serious. I knew tomorrow was our anniversary. From your perspective, receiving the notice, it must feel like you've been stabbed in the back even more than I have, but I couldn't possibly announce our breakup after celebrating our anniversary. I didn't want to show my face to you any later.
"When I was abroad and having trouble adjusting, I missed you. But,
"......"
"It was truly a waste to think about your absence all day long for a long time, a year and three months. Because of that, I felt my feelings for you cooling off."
"......"
"I couldn't bear to break up with you by just sending a few text messages without even seeing your face, so I came here to tell you in person."
"Hey, Kim Taehyung."
"It's not like we've been tired once or twice. Let's really stop now, us."
"......"
"...I think it's not me who's dressed cold, but you."
"......"
"Wear this and go, have a nice day."
He casually draped the jumper he was wearing over the woman and then took a step away from her, one step at a time, then two. ... Is this the end? Is this really the end for us? Ending without even holding her once?
Annoyingly, he didn't even look back. He hated Taehyung, who, while desperately denying the situation, had put a jacket on him, complaining of the cold, right before his house. How could he be so heartless?
The wind blew fiercely, and it was already past midnight. On this anniversary, Yeoju received a farewell message from him.
The cold wind that blew only made his scent stronger.