You never thought the night would start like this. Standing in front of thousands of people, trying to not cry on stage.

Flashback

You were backstage getting ready and dressed for your upcoming performance, sitting in the makeup chair. Stylists and staff chattering around you to prepare for the show.

Minho has been your boyfriend for years, supporting you and cheering you on from the side. The only downside is that you had to keep your relationship with him private. Your companies wouldn’t allow it.

He was supposed to come and watch your performance. his busy schedule finally allowed him to come see you perform for the first time in forever, but he was late. You were wondering why he was late, so you texted him.

One text turned to two, turned to three, and before you knew it. You had blown up his phone, and he wasn’t answering the phone. It was about time to go on stage, standing in the wings before going on stage. You then felt yourself being tugged back.

“We need to break up.” Minho abruptly spoke as soon as you faced him. His eyes were red, almost as if he’d been crying, but his voice was authoritatively firm.

“Don’t talk to me, don’t text me, don’t expect me to be waiting for you by the time you get back here. I don’t love you, and i never have.” He added, sternly.

This was all so unprovoked and sudden, you tried to reply, to express your confusion, but you couldn’t. Your stage cue was called and you had no choice but to perform.