ā i donāt feel okay . iāve never felt okay . ā -- pretty boy
an audible exhale leaves leoās lips, one full of discontent and disgustĀ for the warm body standing before him. if it werenāt for his cool demeanor, he would be reaching across the floor and shaking heejun vigorously out of frustration. it wasnāt what he was expecting to hear tumbling from his lips. admitting such defeat so publicly and within earshot of his ex. vulnerability wasnāt leoās forte and he wasnāt one to feign something he possibly couldnāt comprehend.Ā
the stained glass reflected indigo hues onto his skin as his gaze shifted to the body standing behind him. it simply a subtle flicker; a three second gaze full ofĀ embarrassment because of theĀ predicament and wonder whether the other had noticed the moment leo lost his temper. whether he heard the glass crumble in his hands. he was suppose to be relaxing, he had promised her.Ā
yet, he had lost his temper over the waiter dropping a glass of water down heejunās back and taking far too long to clean it up.
plump flesh settles itself between pearly whites as he tries to think of something to say in the small restaurant. his mind is void of thoughts, instead focusing on the ivory cloth ( now stained crimson )Ā Ā and the broken device in his hand.Ā
āi should bash his face in for the disrespect. iāve hurt others for much less,ā he murmurs as leo releases the impaired device and grabs his napkin around his hand.Ā āi apologize for this awkward date.ā
















