â± luv(sic)
He was fine. He didnât miss her. He didnât care â and then she had to go and forget her bracelet on his floor.Â
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well, you certainly don't spare words--he almost wants to say. the tell-tale burn in his chest this time isn't entirely chemical in nature; but instead a cocktail of bitterness and bile ( funny, how easily hyungsik finds the weakest link in his armor, hitting with just enough force to knock him back a step or three ). but it gives him the strength to keep his damn mouth shut for once even as it reminds him of the exact reason he'd went through the trouble.
he understood what it felt like to get a taste of h e l l for a girl.
even if hyungsik had, according to some things he heard, brought it on himself. it isnât like he isnât guilty of the same--chasing a goal without regard for how much further it slips away with everyÂ
single
step.Â
hyunwoo holds his cards close as he steps onto the rooftop just the same, fingers clutched tight around the bottle he's already dipped into himself--a little liquid aid was necessary to deal with, as hyungsik had so eloquently put it, someone who hadn't ever been nice to him.
but when had he expected any different?
birds of a feather flock together.













