Kyunghee didn't need to be told twice to leave.
After gathering her belongings, she made the exit clear with the resounding shut of his front door. In a matter seconds, his entire apartment was engulfed in silence but there was nothing calm about what he was feeling inside.
Jintae walked over to the sliding glass doors in the living room, opened it and stepped out onto the balcony in barefoot. He walked up to the railing, shifting his gaze down on the streets below. He waited until the tiny figure with attention-grabbing pink hair appeared on the sidewalk. His left hand rolled into a fist, pressing it against the cold balcony railing, as he watched her figure cross the street. The strong wind blew at her hair as she walked further away from his sight. He wondered if she was cold because even he was feeling a little chilly in this weather.
'Go after her. Say you're sorry, that you didn't mean to kick her out,' a voice inside his head persuaded.
