"It's over already." I turn on my heel. "I hope you do realise that, right?"

No words, just those eyes full of hate staring into my soul. Slowly, he nods his head.

"And I hope you also know why."

Here it comes - a twist, the hate is burning now as he spits out: "Well, I don't have an idea." Voice full of poison and madness, he can't control himself.

I cross my arms on my chest. "Well, for example..."

He points towards where the bus stop is but I just shrug. He's not leaving until I tell him what I want to.

"You wouldn't respond to my messages."

Yup, I know that frown, I know what's about to come. "What messages?"

Bingo.

I just give him a look that says it all: you can't be for real now.

His hand stops on its way to his pocket to take his phone out, his shoulders slump back.

"You wouldn't greet me nor say goodbye. No matter if on the bus or in class. I literally walked to the class after my tutoring session and you just looked at me and kept on talking to Minho and Changbin. I just feel like I'm not even next to you."

He doesn't have anything to say.

I recall his words from earlier today. "Oh and I did greet you yesterday."

Once again he gets mad. "No, you did not-"

"I did." I'm looking into his with hate and anger filled eyes as I continue: "You just wouldn't even look up to notice. So you actually weren't the one to greet me."

He shuts up and slumps into himself, I see the shift in his posture. It's like he got curled up in himself but he's still standing.

Steam is leaving my mouth as I say: "You'd move away. You didn't kiss me - and not once. You just leaned away. Oh, and of course you'd attack me for every little thing you didn't like. Even songs. Like... Are you even for real?"

He has nothing to say. He doesn't move, he's just acting like a little kid, not daring to open his mouth and it's driving me oh so mad but I'm holding back.

Don't curse, you'll get down on his level and you don't want that, Hyunjin. Try to keep as calm as possible and finish this in a mature way. You know you can do it.

"I've cried a week straight for you and still I'm not worth a greet, I'm not worth a look, I'm not worth anything. I feel like nothing next to you."

The silence between us is thick. We just stand there, staring at each other and I feel how upset I am, my throat closing as I can't even breathe normally from how he's not reacting. As always, he's just standing there, watching me, not saying a word.

Like a little kid.

"So that's it. It's over."

He murmurs something under his breath.

I was just turning around but I quickly look back. "What did you say?"

"Bye!" he just shouts over his shoulder, waking away.

I close the door and a huge relief washes over me.

I start jumping up and down, waving my hands in excitement.

"I'm finally single again," I whisper squeal.

I felt so free for that moment.

...deep inside...