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Hello royalty! (photo by me)
[text] It's 3 fucking AM. What the hell.
{text rain} I can’t sleep. Entertain me.
(📨➡Sungyeol) are you okay? Please talk to me. I haven't heard from you in days.
His managers were not tired of nagging him about food. He just didn’t feel hungry, it wasn’t his fault. He just didn’t want to eat just yet. He was about to lock himself into his room when he heard his manager say he got a message from Alia. His face turned cold, erasing any trace of emotions as he answered.
'Delete it.'
Before any answer could be given to him, he was already in his room, door locked.
His fingers shook. It was not cold or stressful, it was from anger. He was angry at himself. Kim Sungyeol had managed to get himself into the same situation again. He had his heart broken. It had taken him so long to break down the walls around him but again, rather than happiness, pain had found its way inside. Alia was the most important person to him. She was his number one, but now, even she had left him. He obviously wasn't as important to her, seeing as she had broken up with him through a text. A text. It felt humiliating. It felt like the world was crumbling down. Sungyeol was done with it. Humans weren't worth it. He didn't deserve love and he would probably never get it. He would die alone. He could see it now. Maybe Alia was looking just for a warm body. Maybe she just wanted him for his looks. He'd never know. He'd never trust her. Friends, she said in the text. They would stay friends, she said. Never. Never would Sungyeol ever utter a word in her presence. She was as dead as the memory of his family. It took him two bottles of vodka to get drunk, but in the end, he was satisfied with the result. Tears made him feel lighter. Tears of being abandoned, tears of sadness, tears of craving for the one he loved. He fell asleep on the carpet with his face wet with tears. As he woke up with a crick on his neck, he thought that maybe that was what's best for everyone.
alia-the-adorable said: [/is too lost in her fondling to hear him correctly but stops seconds later] Hmm?
'You're not so much unlike a fangirl...'
(/touches your arms) oh so manly (/continues to feel them up)
'Are…
…are you alright?’
For you as well
…why are you doing this.