Plot : Breaking up with him

Oc name : Kim Minji

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 "The Space Between Us"

The rain poured heavily outside, soft taps against the window, mirroring the silence that hung between them.

Minji stood in the middle of Kyung-jun's dimly lit room, arms wrapped around herself, as if trying to hold everything together.

Kyung-jun sat on the edge of his bed, head lowered, fingers intertwined, knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping them. He hadn't said a word in minutes.

That was the problem, wasn't it?

He never said anything when it mattered.

Minji swallowed the lump in her throat. "So that's it?"

Kyung-jun inhaled sharply but still wouldn't look at her. "Maybe this is for the best."

She flinched like he had slapped her.

Maybe this is for the best.

She felt like laughing. After everything—all the fighting, all the making up, all the stolen moments, all the love—he thought this was for the best?

Minji took a shaky breath, blinking back tears. "You're really not going to fight for us?"

Kyung-jun's fists clenched, his whole body going rigid.

"Minji..." he started, voice low, broken, but then he stopped.

Because he had no excuse.

No reason that could make this okay.

He was tired.

Tired of pushing her away but not knowing how to pull her back. Tired of caring too much but never saying enough. Tired of watching her get hurt because of him.

She deserved better.

"You're not saying anything," Minji whispered, voice trembling.

Kyung-jun lifted his head, and for the first time that night, their eyes met.

His were filled with something indistinguishable—regret, sorrow, guilt—maybe even love, but not enough to make him stay.

Minji swallowed hard, nodding slowly. "Okay."

That one word shattered everything.

She stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself tighter, like that would stop the pain.

Kyung-jun felt something inside him crack, his whole chest aching at the sight of her stepping away from him. But he didn't move. He let her go.

He watched as Minji turned toward the door.

Hand on the knob, she hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You never even told me you loved me."

Kyung-jun squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palms.

Because he did. He loved her more than anything.

But now it was too late to say it.

The door clicked shut.

And just like that—she was gone.

Kyung-jun stayed still, staring at the empty space where she had been. His chest felt hollow, his world suddenly too quiet.

Then, finally, with no one left to hear—

He let out a shaky breath and whispered, "I love you."

But the only one who heard it was the rain.

The Aftermath

It had been a week.

Seven days since Minji walked out of his life.

Kyung-jun had counted every single one.

His apartment was too quiet now. The air felt suffocating, heavy with things left unsaid. He had gotten used to her presence—the way she'd hum absentmindedly while scrolling on her phone, the way she'd complain about how messy his desk was before cleaning it up anyway, the way her laugh made everything feel lighter.

But now, it was just silence.

He hadn't touched his phone much, except to check her messages—the ones that used to flood his notifications, but now remained frozen in time. The last one she sent was short.

"Take care."

Not even a goodbye.

It was like she was done with him. Like she had finally realized that he wasn't worth fighting for anymore.

And he had no one to blame but himself.

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Minji's side of the city felt colder.

Or maybe that was just her.

She used to hate the rain. Now, she didn't even bother with an umbrella. She let it soak through her sweater, washing away the heat of all those old memories—his hoodie wrapped around her shoulders, his arms holding her close, his voice teasing but gentle in her ear.

She blinked hard, pushing the thoughts away.

It was her choice to leave. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

Kyung-jun never begged her to stay. Never fought for her.

And that hurt more than anything.

She could still see him in her mind—the way he sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, refusing to meet her eyes. How he let her walk away without a single word to stop her.

If he had just said something... anything... maybe she wouldn't feel this empty now.

She hugged herself tighter as the cold wind bit at her skin.

Maybe one day, it would stop hurting.

Maybe one day, she'd forget the way his hand used to fit so perfectly in hers.

Maybe one day, he'd finally say "I love you" out loud.

But she wouldn't be there to hear it.

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Kyung-jun was not okay.

He saw her everywhere.

At the café where she always ordered the same stupidly sweet drink.

At the bookstore where she'd spend hours picking a novel just to end up rereading her favorite one.
At the bus stop where she used to wait for him, leaning against the pole, smiling the moment she saw him.

But now—

Now, she wasn't there.

And it was driving him insane.

His chest felt tight, his thoughts spiraling. He had convinced himself that letting her go was the right choice. That she'd be better off without him.

But if that was true...

Why did it feel like he was the one who couldn't breathe?

He wiped a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. His eyes burned, his throat felt raw, and for the first time since she left—

Kyung-jun broke.

A choked sob escaped before he could stop it. His shoulders shook as he sat alone in his darkened apartment, the weight of his choices crushing him from the inside out.

He had lost her.

And this time, there was no getting her back.

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The End. 

__Jiakim