1 The Beginning or The End?

12:12 pm KST

(Hey, babe! It's lunchtime... Don't forget to--) she exhaled, "erase, erase..."

(Babe, are you busy? It looks like you forgot to send me your sweet message again this morni--) she stopped "No, no, Yej... Erase, erase, erase..."

She began typing again, (Ya! Hyun Bin! Why you're not contacting me? I'm worried about you.)

"Should I send this, or?" She thought for the hundredth time now.

"UHG!!!" the only last word she vented out.

She then deleted all the texts she typed and retyped earlier.

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It's been two fucking days since her boyfriend is unreachable. She is madly worried because this is not so like him. Between the two of them, her boyfriend is the sweet one. Always sending sweet text messages every morning, before he goes to bed, and sending hundreds of I Love You(s) even right after they finished a 3-4 hour phone call.

From all the boyfriends she had before, though she doesn't want to compare her current from all those bullshits, she can never deny the fact that Bin is the sweetest and the best one. But, it looks like from the past two days, it's nowhere to be found.

Another day passed by, and Yejin is starting to feel that there is really something wrong going on. How the hell she will know?

It's already 6:58 pm, and two minutes more, she can finally log out from her work. When she arrived at her flat, she immediately went to her bathroom to take a quick shower hoping that it will ease the tiredness she's feeling, or should I say, the heavy load in her heart and in her mind.

Feeling a little better after taking a bath, she changed to her sleeping clothes and jump off to her bed. She then buried her face to her pillow, and millions of thoughts were running to her head again.

She gets up, took her phone, and began typing.

"Bin, I don't know what's happening to you. If you have a problem with me, please let me know. Don't make me look like a fool waiting for your message or call. Please let's talk about this. I'm really worried, Bin." Yes, she's really fucking worried.

The tears that she kept from falling for the past 3 days began flowing down her face. She can no longer stop it. Her heart feels so heavy. She wants to let it out, no, she needs to.

She then began asking herself...

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Am I a failure?"

"Again?"