"don't skip breakfast just to see me, yongie."
"sorry..."
"don't be sorry, it's honestly my fault because i called you here on a hurry, so i should be the one who's sorry. i bought you cookies in case you skipped breakfast," he said. he then handed me over the paper bag, and when i opened it, there were two big chocolate chip cookies inside it that were still warm.
"thank you so much!" i gave him a smile then sat down at the swing next to him. i then quickly started chomping down one of the cookies.
after i finished half of the cookie, i asked "so anyways, what was it that you needed to talk to me about?"
"o-oh, uh—" he stuttered and paused again.
"i'll tell you after you finish your cookies, okay?" he said after a few seconds.
i nodded and then quickly gobbled down the rest of the cookie i was holding.
"are you going to eat the other one?" he asked.
"no, i'm going to save it for later. maybe i'll give it to jungwoo, i don't really know yet."
"oh okay, then i guess i'll tell you now..." he took in one deep breath and then spoke again.
"i'mso,sosorry,butikindoffelloutoflove,andireallydon'twanttobreakyourheart,butihadtoeventuallysayit!" yuta said all in one breath.
"huh? sorry, i couldn't understand what you were saying, could you maybe slow down a bit?"
yuta sighed, then started speaking again.
"look—i-i'm sorry for what i'm about to say—like really sorry for what i'm going to say, but i would've had to eventually say it anyways." he paused, and i nodded him on to continue.
"so i-i... i-i kind of... fell out of love with you..."
"w-what??" that caught me off guard, so i looked to my side, and we both maintained eye contact with each other.
"last school year, i-i started to slowly fall in love with a guy named sicheng... i really didn't want to break your heart, but if i-i ended up cheating on you, your heart would've gotten broken even more, and i really don't want that t-to happen. also, i-if i did start cheating, i'd feel way more guilty for the rest of my life..."
"s-so... you're b-breaking up with m-me??"
"y-yes."
i stood up, and felt my eyes start to water as a little whimper escaped my mouth.
"y-yong, please don't cry..." yuta stood up in front of me and said after hearing the small whimper, looking right at my tear-filled eyes. he reached his arms out to hug me, but i rejected.
"n-no, i completely understand. i-if i were you, i-i would've broken up with me way earlier. i mean, w-what even is there to even like about me anyways..?"
"y-yongie, don't say that about yourself... you're a really likable person, i just—" i cut him off to say one last thing.
"t-thank you so much f-for everything y-you've given me. you really helped me out in a time where i needed a lot of help. i-i'll be leaving now..." i couldn't hold it in anymore, and the tears started rolling down my eyes, soon turning into a waterfall of emotion. i started walking away from the playground back to my house, my head tilted down to the ground in shame. i was hoping that no one would notice me. the bag of cookies were still in my hands, but by now they felt pointless and stupid to me.
eventually, when i was at around the halfway point away from my house, an old lady noticed me on the street, and asked me something.
"are you okay?"
"not really, my boyfriend j-just broke up with me and i—" i looked up and saw the sheer look of disgust displayed on her face when i mentioned the word 'boyfriend'.
by then, it started lightly drizzling. i quickly started walking away, continuing back to my house.
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