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I'm Not That Strong. Sunday, October 23, 2011




Choi Jonghyun cupped his face in his pale hands, sobbing. Tears slid down his cheeks. Regrets filled his broken heart. Regrets of ever loving someone. He feels like an idiot, a fool. How could he fall for that pair of beautiful shining eyes and that mesmerizing smile that lighted the whole town. Now he was alone. He missed those times when they were both snuggled on the couch, wrapped up in his arms with his head on Byunghun's chest. He could still hear Byunghun's calm heart beating in his warm chest.Oh that bittersweet moment of slamming doors in the middle of the night in Byunghun's face. Wait. That was tonight.

Someone knocked on Jonghyun's door. That must be Byunghun. Doesn't he know that it's already enough of him to break my heart? Now he wants to make up?

'NO' Jonghyun said roughly and the knocking stopped. Byunghun rested his head onto the door and he could feel himself slowly breaking. What had he done? Byunghun could still recall Jonghyun's face this morning when he saw him on the bed with Chanhee. Tears slowly filled Jonghyun's eyes.

'I'm sorry.' Byunghun whispered through the keyhole. 'I'm sorry'

Jonghyun sobbed even harder. He knows that both of them are not that strong to leave each other. He can't imagine life without Byunghun. He crouched onto the ground and peeked through the crack underneath the door. He saw Byunghun on the stairs,crying. It wasn't like him to cry. He was this type of person who usually comforts Jonghyun when he cries. Maybe it was his turn to comfort Byunghun.

Using his sweater, Jonghyun wiped his tears and wore his smile. He unlocked the door and took a deep breath. Being caught up in crying, Byunghun didn't hear footstep.


Byunghun was hugged from behind. 'I got the point that I should leave you alone but we both know that I'm not that strong'.


'I'm sorry, Jonghyun'