The first boy is always the hardest to get over. It's just the way the world works. He was the first of your everything and you were of his. You had thought that he would already have you erased from his memories, now a fragment of his long-forgotte...
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Epilogue II
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"I'm coming!"
The doorbell had rang three times when you finally shouted a response without even looking away. You were in the midst of placing the plate of cold lasagna into your microwave oven when the first doorbell rang, and you took your sweet time of paying attention to heating up your dinner before eventually running towards the door.
Jumping over the boxes that were still laid on the ground, you quickly made haste without even minding to make a stop to look at your appearance on the mirror, not wanting to have the intruder to ring the doorbell yet again. A neighbour's complaint was certainly something you would rather not have coming your way so early in the first week of moving in, so you made sure to not give a chance for it to happen. You never even bothered to look through the peephole to know who was standing behind the door, before opening it so blindly with a cheerful greeting of, "Yes?"
As your eyes fell on your unexpected guest, you abruptly stopped. You felt how your brows dropped to a frown when you saw him there.
"Hoseok? What are you doing here?"
Hoseok gave you a soft smile, then carried on to hand you a bouquet of flower and a bottle of wine. "Celebrating," he said so nonchalantly. "May I come in?"
