I gulp the last remaining saliva on my tongue and press my crackled lips together as hard as I can. Minho's glare pierced through my body and it hurt as if I've been stabbed in the gut with a kitchen knife.

"Don't act like you don't know anything. I might have been good to you but I still think you're suspicious," he pauses, waiting for my reaction.

He never got one.

Then Minho glides his right hand through his black hair, his fingers getting caught in the small knots. Sighing, he crouches down, covers his face with his hands, and yells a grunt of agitation.

I, look down towards him and resist the urge to tell him the truth. Minho was going to find out eventually but it'll feel like I've betrayed him. Twice.

But yet when he told me he was suspicious, does that mean everything he did, every single action, was just a trick to get close to me? Know all my weaknesses so he could bring me down? Then were my feelings that I felt for him were all fake?

Somwhere deep below, I felt anger bubbling up. Hatred, depression, and traitorous... I wanted to run away from Minho and never come back. Yet, I had thought... Just once that he would feel something for me too..

I guess I miscalculated the situation and I was the only one.

Wishing I never met Minho in the first place, I leave him behind and run. On purpose of course.

And I do run far.