I promised myself that I wouldn't meet him, then why am I here?

I look at the time at my phone, which shows 5:10.

I have the 5 minutes to make the run. Should I?

"Hey. Thanks for coming,"

"No problem"

Silence.

"So how are you, Minah?"

"I am good, Moonbin," I reply back as I stare into his eyes. His eyes which show a mixture of emotions.

"Want to go somewhere quiet?"

"Sure"

Then we headed out into the streets as I follow him from the behind. He was still the same. The same eyes, the same style, everything was the same, except his smile. His smile shows me a hint of sadness that he is suffering.

"So how are you and Rocky?"

"Good. We are dating now."

"Yeah. I know, I saw you guys holding hands," he whispered.

His hands were inside his pocket. His black hair which has overgrown and covered some parts of his eyes. His eyes which tried to smile but failed. And I can't help but feel that he is hiding something from me.

"Why did you call me?" I asked after a while of silence.

He stopped in his track. Then turns to look at me, "What about that coffee shop? I heard it's really good" he says as he ignores my question.

I nodded. And he smiles. A smile which has been forced to laugh.

Once he pushes open the door, he holds the door out for me. The smell of warmth hits me as I enjoy the coffee smell. The buns which have been freshly baked and a background music which makes your feel comfortable and at home. And then we took our seat. And waited for a waiter to come over to take our order. In that moment my phone started to vibrate.

It was Rocky.

As I open the message, the guiltiness of meeting Moonbin without telling Rocky first got me.

I hesitated to answer it. Why didn't I tell him? Maybe he would have understood! Why did I do that?

"Is it Rocky?" asked Moonbin causing me to snap out of my thoughts.

I nodded. and quickly replied back.

"You didn't tell him, that you were coming to meet me?"

I nodded as a sign of yes.

"You should have told him about it. He is going to upset when he hears you meeting me, without telling him. If you were my girlfriend, I would have..."

"Just tell me why did you call me or is it to waste my-"

"I'm dying."

I stopped at my spot. What is he saying?

"What do you mean?" I asked as hesitation shook my voice, maybe, I didn't want to hear it. Just maybe.

"I'm dying. Minhae. I am dying." He says as he looks up into my eyes and smiles. A downcast smile.