Kim Wonpil // Clueless

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Soaked.

Your eyes were soaked. It felt like a waterfall flowing endlessly, a river streaming down your cheeks. You came home with eyes far from dry. The moment you stepped into your room, your knees buckled and you were left crying to your despair with your back leaning against the wall.

That night, you could have memorized two possible sounds. One, the ringing and vibration of your phone. It was hard to ignore the calls and texts from your worried friends. But most of all, it was difficult to avoid the fact that he's still trying to reach out to you. Several times, you wished to slide the green button and hear his voice, ask for forgiveness, and listen to his side of the story. Second, your muffled sobs that never seemed to cease. Every hiccup, gasp, and cough was something you started to get accustomed to.

As if it couldn't get even more painful, Wonpil suddenly stopped.

No texts nor calls the following morning. But what did you expect? He must be tired of dealing with your foolish drama. He probably doesn't care about how you feel, especially now that his focus is on his girlfriend. Not you.

Dry.

Your eyes are dry. It feels like a drought in summer, a desert with nothing left to cry. You stay home with eyes far from damp. Your eyes strain from staring at your phone for too long, ready to pick up any call that it receives. You sigh, forcing yourself to get out of bed and head out to clear your thoughts.

You throw a pair of leggings on, along with a white hoodie and some sneakers. You leave the house still in a miserable state, but you hope it would change before you come back.

Walking the crowded streets of the city, you find yourself stuck amongst the swarming people who just came out from work, high schoolers hanging out with friends, and of course, couples on dates.

Deciding to split from the flow of people, you enter a small boutique to rest your aching feet. Once inside, the elegant display of clothing catches your eyes. You skim through a row of sweaters before casually pulling a few out of the rack. You were headed to the dressing rooms to fit them when a girl rushes out of one of the cubicles and bumps into you, causing you to fall back onto your bottom and clothes thrown into the air.

"Sorry!"

You rub at your back before looking up to catch her face. The girl owns beautiful brown locks that fell perfectly to the side of her face. She has hazel eyes and long, thick eyelashes that highlighted her face. She was really pretty and you couldn't help but think you've seen her somewhere before.

"My bad, I should've looked where I was going." You bow once you were on your feet.

"Please, don't apologize. I was just excited to show my boyfriend this outfit so I kinda rushed out of the room." She chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck.

Your stomach churns. However, despite the bitterness that dares to creep to your tongue, you force a soft smile.

"No worries, I understand." You reply.

She helps pick up the sweaters that you accidentally scattered on the floor and hands them back to you. She gives you a polite smile before walking past you. You were close to nearing one of the dressing rooms when you heard a voice call out a name.

"Chaemin, you okay?"

He sounds so familiar. In fact, it was so familiar that it sent shivers down your spine just by thinking about it. Without further hesitation, you whip your head around to look at the new figure that stood next to the pretty girl.

Your breath hitches.

Wonpil.

It was as if all the hurt that you've managed to keep locked away since you left the house had come rushing back in. The same feeling of pain and regret. Most of all, a pang of guilt and jealousy.

"Do you like it?"

You could hear his girlfriend talking enthusiastically as she twirls in the dress that seemed to hug her natural curves. You could see the way Wonpil stares back at her. For a moment, you could see the same gaze you looked at him with in his eyes. That says it all:

He loves her.

"You're stunning."

Those words were simple. Simple words of praise, yet it hurt to hear it come from Wonpil. It hurt much more to hear compliments rushing out of his mouth meant for someone else.

Chaemin chuckles before giving her boyfriend a hug. As he feels her in his embrace, he couldn't shake the feeling that something felt off. With a glance over his girlfriend's shoulder, he expected to see someone but was met with nothing.

'Strange,' He thought.

Was his mind really just playing tricks with him?

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