Brought by the Breakup Declaration

For over a week, Yoo Ha-seung frowned while staring at his phone screen, which was incessantly lighting up with notifications. Unaware of the consideration he had put into ending things, Jeon Mo-jun's contact persisted stubbornly. Eventually, unable to bear the vibration, he blocked the number, but the messages continued to pour in. - Did you seriously block my number? - You're a real piece of work - Let's just meet and talk - Fuck, stop making me feel like shit and let's talk face-to-face - At least pick up the phone - Honestly, isn't this breakup way too one-sided? However, as time passed, the menacing aura felt through the messages gradually subsided. - Did I do something wrong? - Did ...