You should have thought of that before you broke my heart.’
That statement rang in Min Ho’s ears. It was as if a huge boulder was thrown at him. He felt like he should be on the floor, knocked out – but he still stood there gaping at her, feeling his soul leave his body.
Shin Hye’s lips were in a tight line, her jaw clenched and fists balled. Min Ho could tell that she was trying to look strong, but her whole body was trembling. And her eyes – they looked directly at him, piercing his core. What they conveyed crushed him inside.
When he had broken up with Shin Hye, it was as if she disappeared. He couldn’t see her; he couldn’t talk to her. He had no idea how she was doing, if she was okay at all. So he had been focused on his own heartache, his own loneliness. It was a pity party every day, with him feeling sorry for himself that things were much harder for him than for anyone else.
So when Shin Hye showed up in front of him, his heart jumped for joy. And all he could think about was to hold her and kiss her, because he thought he deserved it. And like the clueless jerk that he was, he thought that was exactly what Shin Hye wanted, too. But he had been wrong.
As he held Shin Hye’s gaze, he could see how much pain she had been enduring all this time etched in her eyes. He broke her heart, and she suffered for that even when she didn’t deserve to. She brought her walls down for him, but he left her to pick up the ruins.
And you’re getting mad because she wants to leave? You stupid idiot, he cursed himself.
‘I... I didn’t mean to…’ Min Ho stuttered, still tongue-tied. He wanted to take a step forward, to hug her and comfort her. But he was firmly planted where he stood. He couldn’t bear to touch her now; not when he finally knows he’d been hurting her all this time.
Shin Hye held his gaze for a while. Even as they stood close, it was as if they were worlds apart.
At that moment, they both heard someone from outside Min Ho’s pad enter the passcode. They turned to look at the door, then back at each other nervously.
‘It’s probably my manager,’ Min Ho whispered, a response to Shin Hye’s questioning expression.
Shin Hye’s eyes widened and looked around the area. Without a word, she darted to the comfort room just as Min Ho’s manager opened the door. The ahjussi was quite surprised to see Min Ho standing there, looking calm and collected.
‘Hyung.’
‘Eo, Min Ho-yah. You were here?’ His manager asked, closing the door behind him. ‘I was worried. Jung Il Woo called me to check up on you. Why can’t I contact you?’
Min Ho drew out a sigh and headed to sit on the couch. ‘I turned my phone off. I was getting too many calls and messages about the gambling articles,’ he replied heavily. ‘It was annoying.’
His manager proceeded to sit in front of him. The man looked tired and haggard. Min Ho wondered how many calls he had to make, reporters he had to talk to, and deals he had to cut just for some damage control. It was never an easy job working for someone like him.
‘About that,’ his manager spoke up. ‘I talked to President Jang and we’re releasing an official statement. Don’t worry too much about it. Even the photos look very harmless.’
When those articles came out, Min Ho wasn’t troubled, he was mad. It wasn’t like he was gambling millions in New Zealand. He just went to that small casino to pass the time. And those exaggerated articles just reminded him of how much the media is willing to spin things just to sell news. Because he was famous, he had a target on his back. He could feel the reporters just waiting for him to slip up so they can publicly humiliate him, and incite the citizens to ride the anti-Lee Min Ho bandwagon. It was exactly the type of thing he wanted to protect him and Shin Hye from. They were twice the force to be dealt with, and wouldn’t the reporters love to hit two birds with one stone?
He glanced at the bathroom door where he knew Shin Hye was, listening to their conversation. Min Ho looked back at his manager and gave him a faint smile. ‘Thank you, hyung.’
His manager was quiet for a while, looking like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.
‘Min Ho-yah,’ he spoke after a long silence between them. ‘Il Woo said Shin Hye called him, looking for you. And that she…’ he paused, ‘…was worried.’
Min Ho pressed his lips together and looked down. ‘Kure?’ He replied meekly. Up until a few moments ago, he would have been happy to hear that Shin Hye was worried about him. But now that he messed things up again, he only felt sorry that even if he had been such a jerk, Shin Hye had gone to such lengths just to make sure he was okay.
You should have thought of that before you broke my heart.’
That statement rang in Min Ho’s ears. It was as if a huge boulder was thrown at him. He felt like he should be on the floor, knocked out – but he still stood there gaping at her, feeling his soul leave his body.
Shin Hye’s lips were in a tight line, her jaw clenched and fists balled. Min Ho could tell that she was trying to look strong, but her whole body was trembling. And her eyes – they looked directly at him, piercing his core. What they conveyed crushed him inside.
When he had broken up with Shin Hye, it was as if she disappeared. He couldn’t see her; he couldn’t talk to her. He had no idea how she was doing, if she was okay at all. So he had been focused on his own heartache, his own loneliness. It was a pity party every day, with him feeling sorry for himself that things were much harder for him than for anyone else.
So when Shin Hye showed up in front of him, his heart jumped for joy. And all he could think about was to hold her and kiss her, because he thought he deserved it. And like the clueless jerk that he was, he thought that was exactly what Shin Hye wanted, too. But he had been wrong.
As he held Shin Hye’s gaze, he could see how much pain she had been enduring all this time etched in her eyes. He broke her heart, and she suffered for that even when she didn’t deserve to. She brought her walls down for him, but he left her to pick up the ruins.
And you’re getting mad because she wants to leave? You stupid idiot, he cursed himself.
‘I... I didn’t mean to…’ Min Ho stuttered, still tongue-tied. He wanted to take a step forward, to hug her and comfort her. But he was firmly planted where he stood. He couldn’t bear to touch her now; not when he finally knows he’d been hurting her all this time.
Shin Hye held his gaze for a while. Even as they stood close, it was as if they were worlds apart.
At that moment, they both heard someone from outside Min Ho’s pad enter the passcode. They turned to look at the door, then back at each other nervously.
‘It’s probably my manager,’ Min Ho whispered, a response to Shin Hye’s questioning expression.
Shin Hye’s eyes widened and looked around the area. Without a word, she darted to the comfort room just as Min Ho’s manager opened the door. The ahjussi was quite surprised to see Min Ho standing there, looking calm and collected.
‘Hyung.’
‘Eo, Min Ho-yah. You were here?’ His manager asked, closing the door behind him. ‘I was worried. Jung Il Woo called me to check up on you. Why can’t I contact you?’
Min Ho drew out a sigh and headed to sit on the couch. ‘I turned my phone off. I was getting too many calls and messages about the gambling articles,’ he replied heavily. ‘It was annoying.’
His manager proceeded to sit in front of him. The man looked tired and haggard. Min Ho wondered how many calls he had to make, reporters he had to talk to, and deals he had to cut just for some damage control. It was never an easy job working for someone like him.
‘About that,’ his manager spoke up. ‘I talked to President Jang and we’re releasing an official statement. Don’t worry too much about it. Even the photos look very harmless.’
When those articles came out, Min Ho wasn’t troubled, he was mad. It wasn’t like he was gambling millions in New Zealand. He just went to that small casino to pass the time. And those exaggerated articles just reminded him of how much the media is willing to spin things just to sell news. Because he was famous, he had a target on his back. He could feel the reporters just waiting for him to slip up so they can publicly humiliate him, and incite the citizens to ride the anti-Lee Min Ho bandwagon. It was exactly the type of thing he wanted to protect him and Shin Hye from. They were twice the force to be dealt with, and wouldn’t the reporters love to hit two birds with one stone?
He glanced at the bathroom door where he knew Shin Hye was, listening to their conversation. Min Ho looked back at his manager and gave him a faint smile. ‘Thank you, hyung.’
His manager was quiet for a while, looking like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.
‘Min Ho-yah,’ he spoke after a long silence between them. ‘Il Woo said Shin Hye called him, looking for you. And that she…’ he paused, ‘…was worried.’
Min Ho pressed his lips together and looked down. ‘Kure?’ He replied meekly. Up until a few moments ago, he would have been happy to hear that Shin Hye was worried about him. But now that he messed things up again, he only felt sorry that even if he had been such a jerk, Shin Hye had gone to such lengths just to make sure he was okay.
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