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He refuses to answer his phone. Fine, I'll just text then. "Hoseok. This is Boram." No text back. "I know you left. I know you left without even saying goodbye." "I'm sorry." "Why wouldn't you say goodbye? Was I not worth that much?" "That's not it." "You know, I accept the fact that you've probably been with a lot women. But I didn't realize I was nothing more than another notch in your belt. Because you certainly made it seem like I wasn't." "I'm sorry I gave you my number." "Yeah, you gave your number to what you feel is a groupie so I'm sure you regret it; I guess that's what you do when you have a buzz going. I never thought I'd, ever in my life, feel like a cheap star fucker, but here I am. Feeling like an idiot for thinking this was anything special. When in reality it was nothing short of a one night stand." "That's not what I mean by sorry. I'm apologizing. I'm apologizing because I probably made you feel worse by prolonging your hurting when I gave you a way to reach me. I can't make up for my cowardice. I didn't say goodbye because I didn't want to see you sad; I couldn't bring myself to see your pain. I didn't want to see how I hurt you." "Then I guess you forgot you left your number last night when you'd been drinking. Because I'm sure you'd rather get this out of your mind and forget this happened than be dealing with my being upset." "Boram, it wasn't last night that I left my number. Will you please hear me out?"