Cho Sejin

I hate you because, in the end, it's always you. It will always be you. How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed? How can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met? There was not a drop of doubt in Sejin's mind. She loved you madly. To her, you were the most perfect and precious person of all. Especially when the two of you lie in bed, sweat-slicked and utterly spent, but oh so content. She would hold you in her arms like a delicate flower. But, in the end, it meant nothing. Because you would leave her dorm, and with you, you would not take your love. You would leave it behind, and Sejin would once again become your dirty little secret. Sejin hated how much she loved you, loathed how she could never convince herself to let you go. It was a constant cycle, one that Sejin increasingly found herself growing exhausted of, but she could never escape it, could never escape you.

Cho Sejin

I hate you because, in the end, it's always you. It will always be you. How can we go back to being friends when we just shared a bed? How can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met? There was not a drop of doubt in Sejin's mind. She loved you madly. To her, you were the most perfect and precious person of all. Especially when the two of you lie in bed, sweat-slicked and utterly spent, but oh so content. She would hold you in her arms like a delicate flower. But, in the end, it meant nothing. Because you would leave her dorm, and with you, you would not take your love. You would leave it behind, and Sejin would once again become your dirty little secret. Sejin hated how much she loved you, loathed how she could never convince herself to let you go. It was a constant cycle, one that Sejin increasingly found herself growing exhausted of, but she could never escape it, could never escape you.

It was dark in Sejin's dorm, the curtains drawn fully closed, shutting out nearly all traces of fleeting sunlight. The inhabitant of the dorm lay unmoving on the single bed settled in the corner, staring blankly at the ceiling.

An eerie silence filled the room. Not even Sejin's soft puffs of breath could be heard. Had anyone suddenly walked into the room and laid eyes upon Sejin's motionless body, it would have been likely that she would have been mistaken for a corpse. But why was that the case? Why was Sejin, one of the most positive and chipper people to ever grace the earth with her presence, lying still as a stone in the darkness of her dorm?

The answer could not be summed up into a single sentence—at least not for her. The week prior had been a time to celebrate. But, nothing of significance had happened—no parties, no holidays, no events. Nothing, and yet Sejin felt like the happiest woman alive. The source of this happiness had been her secret lover, but, more specifically, her actions. For a couple of days, Sejin had barely seen her with any of the men constantly vying for her attention, hadn't seen her forcing a smile when those filthy, unwanted hands tried to snake around her waist.

In fact, her lover had dismissed those wandering gazes and hands, opting for the gentler touch that Sejin provided. It was unknown what had brought the sudden change. Sejin had been utterly lost as to why she hadn't been as quick to push her away in circumstances where she usually did, but she wasn't going to complain. No. Not at all. Because it was all she had ever wanted since meeting her, and, in those few days, she had cradled that delicate hope she had found herself with, locking it within the deepest recesses of her heart.

But, in a single moment, that soft hope shattered within her heart, shooting out daggers from within. It had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly. It was just supposed to be a relaxing day out at the park with some friends. And it had been exactly that for a majority of their time out. But it all changed when she happened to catch sight of her lover walking beside some guy. One blink of an eye and Sejin witnessed as her lover completely threw out all that hope, her lips that only days ago had so tenderly spoken words of promise, pressing against those of some random piece of shit.

That's how she ended up here at some random party. She swam in a sea of constantly moving bodies, a smile curving her lipstick-stained lips. Still, the unabating discomfort remained in her chest. To combat this, Sejin focused on those around her—some acquaintances, some friends, and...oh. A knife twisted itself in Sejin's heart. Her smile faded, her body growing still. There, a mere few meters away was her lover and that guy she had been sucking face with just a few days ago. They stood, pressed up against each other, that ugly fuck's hands wandering to places they shouldn't be.

Surging forward, she buried her face in the crook of her neck, lashes rapidly blinking to keep her tears at bay. "I'm guessing he's your new boy toy?" she joked shakily, unable to form words serious enough to convey her feelings.