One year past so fucking fast. I made alot of friendships. I want to live here someday. My host family helped get to the airport. I said my good byes. I'm flying back to Korea. I landed and waited for the bus.
"Did you hear Kim Namjoon is getting married again?" One woman gossiped. My broken heart sunk. I was at the old house to see my parents again.
"Hello." I bowed but hanged my head low. The sat me down in the dinning room. This house is made up of lies. "Namjoon is marring again?" I asked. They looked shocked.
"Yes..." Mrs. Kim shook.
"We are getting divorce papers ready." Mr. Kim said sturn. I nodded and walked out of the room Namjoon was there.
"You've grown up a lot over a year." I sighed.
"May." He lit up.
"You still give me butterflies when I look at you." I replied.
"May." He sighed.
"Here." I said taking off my wedding ring and put it in his hand.
"Why?" He asked.
"I made my choice, you made yours." I walked away.
Next day I went to school. I ignored the attention. I still tuned them out with music. My heart broke so was my mind. I didn't want to tell people that I splipped into depression. I walked alone like I always will be. Wonwoo was there. We talked more he was a true friend. We talked about moving in together in the states.
A week past by. Namjoon broke off the engagedment. I never even signed the divorce papers.
"Let's get married like we promissed." I suggested.
"Really?" Wonwoo asked.
"Yeah, I'm not getting any younger." I laughed.
"Is this your way of proposing?" Wonwoo asked.
"Yes." I laughed.
"Yes I will marry you." Wonwoo smiled.
"Great." I smiled. Do I love him? As time goes on I get worse. My mind isn't stable. I see doctors about it. I don't want to get married anymore. I didn't brake the engagedment Wonwoo did. He told me a week later. He had just came out gay. He said he never really know why he really liked Mingyu. The new kid. But they just clicked. We are still good friends tho.
