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5. Forgiven (Jaehyo)

     Maybe it was because it was late and the lack of sleep from the nights before were just replaying in my head. The nights feeling his side of the bed empty, the soft cushion where his body heat would linger, turned ice cold and I couldn't sleep because of this, maybe it was the fact that I knew he'd never return back. I'd roll around, trying to find a comfortable spot but nothing was comfortable, not when he was missing.

      I sat up, a cold sweat on my back and my long hair stuck to my neck, making me feel disgusted and uncomfortable. It was weird, it was snowing outside and it seemed to be 100 in my room. I walked over to my window, letting some cold air hit my face, reliving the heat from my body. It was weird that it was this hot, especially since all I had on were some old shorts with an old shirt of his. I should think that I should get rid of it, but how could I? Sure Jaehyo and I broke up months ago, yet my feelings from him never changed.

    He was handsome, famous and wealthy someone who I wondered why choose me out of all the pretty, not to mention Korean girls out there. I was a foreigner, someone who visited Korea once, thanks to my mother who took me as a birthday gift. It was that two weeks that had let Jaehyo and mine feelings blossom into something more than a simple mutual liking. Jaehyo would fly out every month to see me, to cuddle with me in bed, to have his slender arms wrap around my waist and hold me close as if he would let go I would disappear.

    I turned on my heel, hugging my self in attempt in suppressing the mass loneliness I felt without him. To know that he wasn't mine anymore. Before I slipped back into bed, there was loud knock at the door, which startled me. It was near mid-night and I was home alone. I slowly opened my door to walk to the front door, where the knocks were coming from. In the back of my head, I thought of a scary movie that my parents would arrive to see me slaughtered thanks to the insane murder on the loose. I placed a hand on the cold door know and took a deep breath, then opened the door.

     It didn't matter if it wasn't a murder, because that person who have done less damage to me than to who was standing outside. Jaehyo was covered in a think coat, his brown short hair stuck out in odd angles and the shoes he was wearing weren't even tied. I opened my mouth to say something but Jaehyo pushed the door wider, his hands capturing my face and his cold lips crashed into my heated ones. It was a mess as he slammed the door, pushed me up against a wall and began to kiss me.

    Was I dreaming?

     Jaehyo pulled away, his breathing uneven and his lips now bright red. "I'm Sorry." And through those two words, it was like he explained everything, every single damn thing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him, hoping he'd understand that it meant, 'you're forgiven.'