New job, New boss.
Yeosang's taste in men isn't always wholesome - But the handsome man he meets makes him rethink, And the boundary between the boss and his secretary slowly leads to something more.
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I spent all of the love I've saved We were always a losing game Small-town boy in a big arcade I got addicted to a losing game
♫ — Duncan lawrence ; Arcade
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"I want to leave."
With the clinking sound of the glasses against one another, Yeosang's head spins backwards, Falling back into the chair with so much force, Resulting in the bones of his back getting incredible cramps by the move.
Eight months had passed since the departure with Seonghwa, And by far, It's the worst time of the year. The disappointment he was struck with could not be justified in ways, And the pain he went through was unbearable - The same thing that happened everyday, Waking up with tear-stained cheeks and dry eyes had been a basic part of his daily life. Now that he thought about it, Not having to see the face of the male had brought some sense of peace into his life - Not without no pieces of a wilted heart, Of course.
He doesn't complain, And absolutelyhas no doubt that indeed he is having fun. Grief and despair had merged into a nightmare of many others, A very dangerous feeling of revenge painting his veins in dark red, Like the colors of withering petals.
The difficulty of having to go through all of it alone was frightening. Therefore, No one knew about why he had suddenly retired without any explanation, And he never tried giving one - Either. On a particular cloudy night, Jongho had asked him to be his boyfriend, To say he was shocked is an understatement, And he didn't even think twice, Yanking the younger's collar of dress-shirt and locking their lips.
It is lethal.
He couldn't have gotten that drunk just by a few drinks, Neither does he regret about the state he currently is in. He knew very well, The second he'd stepped his feet inside the pub to let his mind rest and off the confusion of heartache, He had never been the best with liquors - Gone with only the first sip of champagne, Leading to another and another. Reassured of not being stopped, He tilts his head back as he swallows the rest of the bitter beverage in the mid-empty bottle of red wine.
"Seriously? With that bottle in hand?" The sarcasm in the question is left to be unmarked, And Yeosang barely gains back his composure to look the younger in the eye with all the drinks he'd gotten throughout the night.
"This is not my first time getting drunk, Jongho," He growled between drunken breaths, Swaying an arm over the chair as he takes a glimpse of the dance floor, Messy and shaking with the strong feet of tipsy strangers.
He loved drinking. As vague as it sounds, He believed getting drunk in the middle of the night and receiving strange looks from people for looking like a zombie, Has it's own benefits. At least the liquid has it's own impact for a few 3-4 hours, And that's enough for Yeosang to get wasted by the morning he had to go to campus.
