the last of the real ones
( @ccxkana )
it’s been months since he’s seen her –– months since he’s actually spoken to her. it’s not like jongin’s been avoiding her, he’d found no reason to. if he’s being honest, putting the cold hard truth out there; he found no reason to be near her. he’d learnt the hard way –– had learnt through two lifetimes –– that what he doesn’t need, he doesn’t need to care for. and he thinks he doesn’t need seulgi, not really, in this second life.
his life had been going fine for him, despite recent breakups with girls he was still putting himself out there, still trying to change himself, to live as much of a normal life as the world would allow him. seulgi in it, would only mean his life would be more troublesome than it already was.
though it would be a lie to say that she hadn’t preoccupied his thoughts. on his darkest nights he’d be drinking soju alone, thinking of happier times. and most of those times involved her.
yet it’s impossible not to see her, especially with their family being good friends. a dinner gathering wasn’t unheard of –– it had just been so long. his mother makes him help out in the kitchen with seulgi and his eyes glance over towards her before he busies himself. he’s not too sure what to say anymore.
he wonders if she hates him, after all he did willingly kill taeyong. he wonders if she knows that he’d do it all over again –– taeyong’s life, to him, meant little if it killing him could have them avoiding another apocalypse.
his plan for the night was simple. he’d made date plans with a girl he met at a café and would leave the dinner halfway. no small talk, no need for him to socialize and what not. all he needed was an okay from the girl and he’d be good to go.
it’s then when his phone rings and he catches sight of the popup message on the screen. “sorry! i can’t make it today! maybe next time?” great, he thinks. his one escape plan failed him.
“great,” he sighs, rolling his eyes as he replies the message.