what kind of future

6 : a n o r d i n a r y d a y

"Ji, when will you be playing again in Kwan's shop?" Seungcheol asked Jihoon that one rainy afternoon. Seungcheol was laying down on the couch with his head using Jihoon's leg as a pillow. He was reading himself a book while Jihoon writes something in his lyrical book, glancing on the television from time to time.

"Probably tomorrow evening. Why do you ask, Cheolloe?" He said peeking away from his book and looking over to Seungcheol whose eyes remained focused on the book he was reading.

"Oh. Nothing. I just want to know so I could be there in time." Jihoon smiled at Seungcheol's reply. He set down his book on the side table beside their couch, minimized the volume of their television, and just ran his fingers along Seungcheol's smooth jet black hair. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve a man like Seungcheol. He didn't know what he have done in his past to become this lucky to have a man like Seungcheol dazzling in his life.

Seungcheol noticed how Jihoon is just staring at him with a smile on his face while he touches his hair. He took the hand Jihoon was using to stroke his hair and planted a kiss on it.

"I love you, Jihoon."

Jihoon stared at the balcony of his apartment and for the last time, he pondered how he was at this situation, how was he leaving the small town he has gotten used to living, how was his heart damaged that he is deciding to leave. He, then, distinctly remembered how he got his heart broken.