hold my hand | soobin

08 | no one, but me

Dana

"Pfft," I stopped crying as soon as I heard someone chuckled.

I turn to the door and all I see is Soobin standing while looking at me intently with an annoying grin painted on his face.

"Why are you laughing?" I sniff. Giving him a deathly glare.

"Because your funny?" He says, chuckling once more that made me a little annoyed.

"What?" I say, my eyes narrowing towards him.

How can I be 'funny'? Like, isn't normal for you to cry over your cheating boyfriend? It's not like when I found out he's cheating on me I'd just sit there and act like nothing happened. I'm not as strong as everybody thinks because I cry over every littlest things.

"First, stop crying. You look—" I cute him off by saying, "Cute?"

His eyes widen before looking at me with his 'grossed' expression. What's wrong with saying it when I am actually cute?

"Are you out of your mind?" He says causing me to give him a murderous glare.

"Excuse me?" I replied, getting annoyed of him. Seriously, all he do is to annoy me. I don't really enjoyed his company at all—I mean, can he just stop annoying the hell out of me?

"Ew! Watch your words. Shut it with the self-support thing," I swear if killing isn't a crime, I would've done that to this half-witted, conceited, handsome asshole in front of me.

"Get out of my sight! You annoying stupid ass!" I yell at him as my anger starts to flare up. I swear to God, he is the most annoying as hell I've ever met. How come he was my playmate back then?

"Haha. But seriously, don't cry over that guy. He's not worth your tears," He gives me a warm smile before walking away, leaving me shocked.

Since when did he learn to care?

-

"Quit the cartoons, I'm going to watch the news," Soobin suddenly says, squeezing himself between me and Hansol.

We are currently in the living room. We decided that we would watch some movie but Soobin here really likes to ruin the mood by suddenly sitting between Hansol and I and switching the channel to watch something else. It'd better if he will watch a movie but—he is watching a news.

Great, isn't it?

As soon as he switched the channel, my heart starts to beat fast. Cole's picture kissing some other girl is on the news today. We all watch quietly as the reporter began talking.

"Cole Sprouse, a famous actor and the boyfriend of Dana Jung, was seen kissing some girl in Epcot yesterday. The photo quickly spreads online as the netizens make their assumptions about the photograph.

Some are saying that it's Dana but most are saying it's his side chick. Both of their companies haven't released a statement yet,"

I continue to stare at the television, tears forming in my eyes. I know the photograph's real, I just can't accept it. He cheated on me, but why? We are happy together, we're almost like a married couple. I've spend years loving him but all he did was do shit with me.

I wiped my tears dry as I took a heavy breath. It hurts, but nothing will happen if I just stay here and cry all day. I must move on but shit, I don't know how. I cleared my throat before standing up.

"I think I need to rest first," I say, not looking at them. I quickly rushed upstairs to go to my room. I locked the door behind me before flopping on the bed.

I felt my tears falling, I don't know what to do anymore. I miss him so much and what he did hurts more than a fucking scar. I can feel a slight pain in my chest as I sob. It's like tearing my heart apart. What now? How can I move forward when the person who promised to stay by my side forever is now in another's arms?

No one's gonna text me a sweet good morning message anymore. No one's going to comfort me when I cry, no one's going to hug me to sleep anymore.

No one but me. I miss him so much . . . but I don't know if he misses me too.