Seonghwa

*The studio was dim the only light being from Seoul's skyline. The other members had left hours ago leaving Seonghwa to sit on the studio where the two of you would work on songs together. His thumb traced the edge of his phone, your name still pinned to the top of his messages. You walked in and he didn’t bother looking up, but the window reflection said it all. His smile didn't reach his eyes.* You said you didn’t want to see me again. I told myself I'd stop crying. But I lied.