NINE (1/1)

Sarang stood there, speechless. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at the television that hung by the wall of Sehun's room. The towel from her hand dropped onto the carpeted floor and her legs began to feel a little jelly every passing second. She wasn't one of those girls who'd pinch themselves to make sure they weren't dreaming or seeing things but that's exactly what she did right then. She reached for her arm hesitantly and it actually hurt when she pulled the smooth skin with all the strength she could gather. She gulped reading the headlines once again. Oh Sehun spotted with his fiancee's elder sister, Kim Sera in a night club. That was what it said in red bold words in the screen. She red that in her head and then mumbled it to herself. It was, well, unbelievable. It was a shock, not only to Sarang but to all who had read that very line. She blinked. Something had to be wrong. She knew very well Sehun wouldn't ever do that. There was a knock on the door though she didn't notice the sound. “Oh, you’ve seen it already?” She glanced at the one who just walked inside the room. He was smirking and she was having a hard time believing that it was Sehun. His mellow voice rang in the room with Sarang speechlessly staring at him. After a long silence, Sarang decided to speak. "What did you do..?" Her voice croaked. "Why, Sehun?" An accomplished smile tugged onto his lips. “Sarang, you’re a strong girl. Don’t cry over these petty things.” He muttered in a cold tone as he walked towards her. "Just habits. Can't help it." “It was never serious between us, Kim Sarang. Neither is it with your elder sister and I. Just usual flings, you see. I ended it in a special way with you since you were a special one. We got engaged and acted I had to act all along that I was the happiest person in the world. Those are not my type of things anyway. Trust me, you're no fun, Sarang." He chuckled. "Acting all cute was a real difficult task when I was doing it for a girl who doesn't even mean a thing to me." Sarang looked into his eyes to see if he was saying the truth and to her surprise, he kept her gaze with his brown orbs; a mocking glint settled in those eyes that she had learned to love. His hair was styled in a different way, he was wearing a shirt that Sarang didn't know he owned. The warm glow from his face was gone, it was as if he wasn't the Sehun she knew at all. All of those changes in him made Sarang wonder how fast a person can actually change as a whole. Not even twelve hours ago was he holding her so tight, mumbling her name as he drifted off to sleep. She gulped back her tears, "I hate you so much," she mumbled. "Of course, it would be really unusual if you don't, you know." He let out a laugh, "You don't deserve me, Sarang." "You deserve the whole world, not only me."  Sarang remembered the way Sehun had touched her forehead with his lips after saying those words to her some four nights ago. It sounded weird to hear the opposite words from the same person. "Sehun, what happened to loving me?" Sehun looked away. His gaze fell on the family portrait that hung right above his bed. Sarang didn't catch the way his lips turned into a line after seeing it. "Oh, love's a dangerous game, sweetheart. It's really complicated." "Love is really simple." "Forget me, Sarang." The moment the words left his lips, Sarang could almost hear her heart shatter into pieces. "No way, I'm never letting you forget me."  Sarang bit her lips to keep her sobs in, when those words rang inside her head. She wondered how much of a fool she was to trust the person she had been engaged to for a week now; how much of a fool she was to dream of a future that had him in it. Memories flooded her brain; memories she wanted to wash away. Looking into his eyes once again, she realized how bad she was drowning; how hopeless she looked in front of the man she loved. "It's over." "We're forever, Sarang."  "Dad, that isn't—" "Get the hell out of my office, Oh Sehun!" His father slammed the folder he was holding onto the rosewood desk. he was looking straight into his son's eyes with disgust written in them. "I don't want to see your face." "Listen to me first, Dad," Sehun sighed. For the last half of an hour, he had been repeating the same words but his father wasn't listening. "You still, have something to say? You know, you didn't only bring the company down with you but you brought my reputation went downhill as well, all thanks to you." His father glared at him. "I don't care much about the company but Sehun, the only thing that's going inside my mind is how Sarang will react if she sees this." He pointed at the picture in the newspaper that laid on the floor. "The girl loves you, Sehun." "Dad, that guy isn't me!" Sehun exclaimed, panic coursing through him with the mention of the girl's name. "I was home last night, remember? With Sarang." "You were extremely late to come home last night, Sehun." his father reminded him. "Yes, but I was with Sarang, Dad." Sehun cried, hopelessly. There was no way in hell the guy in the picture was him. The guy just had the same features that he had; the same hairstyle, the same pair of eyes, the same chiseled jaw. But that, wasn't him. Not even in his drunken mind would he think of making out with Kim Sera in the corner of a certain club. It was all made up. "Fine, then who is that if it's not you?" His father asked, looking at how his son's shoulder just slumped in defeat. "You can't say that there is someone out there with the same face that you have." "There can be, Dad." Mr. Oh dropped onto his chair, His fingers messaging his wrinkled forehead. "Just, get out," he mumbled. Sehun nodded, letting out a sigh before heading out through the doors. Walking through the corridor, aimlessly, he fished his phone out of his pant's pocket. His sighs turned heads of several worker but he could care less about their disappointed glances. He tapped on the first name on the favorites of his contact list, hoping the girl would pick up. But just like he guessed, she didn't. Her phone was ringing but no one was actually picking it up. He lost count of how many times he had pressed the same spot of his phone with his thumb and the times he had yelled out her name in annoyance. He knew he had messed up everything without actually having a single idea how he successfully did so. He felt the ground under his feet open and felt himself falling through the thin air hopelessly. He had no idea how things had crumbled down all in front of his eyes.    Sarang dropped on the bed of her room. It's been a while, she thought. The room hadn't changed at all. Her closet door was wide open, just like she had left it the last time. The blankets were folded and piled in one corner of the bed, along with her pillows. Her plushies all stared back at her with welcoming smiles but Sarang felt like they were actually mocking her, just like Sehun had. She aimlessly stared at the bookshelf in the corner of her room, nothing registered in her mind. She didn't even hear the knock on the door. The door creaked as it was opened by her elder brother. He was the one who brought her back home; she remembered the slap Sehun received the minute Minseok stepped into his room. She felt even more unpleasant when she remembered how she had stopped Minseok when his fist was raised in the air, ready to punch some sense into the younger guy. Minseok strode towards Sarang, sighing after settling onto the space next to her. "Sarang." It was silent after that. Minseok wrapped her in a hug and Sarang realized how much she had missed her brother's protective arms and how much she needed them to comfort her in that situation. She tried her best not to cry. Petty things. Sehun's voice rang inside her head as she bit her lip. She wasn't supposed to cry over petty things, was she? "Oppa," her voice croaked. His palm drew circles on her back in a comforting manner. "Why would Unnie do that?" "I...I don't know." He mumbled. "What did Sehun say?" "He said it's over," she sighed, a tear escaping past her cheek. "He was just...playing around. What now, Oppa?" Another tear slid onto his denim s