the guide to stop loving ; txtzy

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

tw: suic*dal content.

YEJI'S POV

Yeonjun didn't even notice me avoiding him. It's so offending for him to say that he only cares about me because I pay him for his work! Do I look like a bank to him? I may be a rich human being, but I have feelings too. Even Hyunjin has never said that to me, considering the fact that he's my cousin, and is probably one of the rudest people I know. (He calls me ugly every other day)

But Yeonjun? He's not even a close friend of mine, but he just did that. I get that he's jolly and all, but that joke wasn't funny. I'm sick of getting treated as if I'm someone who can buy everything, including people.

Anyway, let's stop the drama there.

My party was blasting. I'm currently having my third bottle of liquor. Everything that's surrounding me is starting to quake. Quickly making myself known that I am near to getting drunk and forgetting this night even happened.

That will be crucial for me since I am the one who owns this place. One scandalous move, and people will talk already.

I got out of my own cabin, and went to somewhere. I'm unsure of where I am going, but my feet are going to take me there anyway, so I'll trust it.

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TAEHYUN'S POV

I noticed Yeji-ssi leaving her own cabin a few seconds ago. I shrugged it off. I first thought that she could get into trouble like what happened to Ryujin, but bearing in mind that she swiftly got out of her own house made me feel reassured.

Yeonjun hyung left before Yeji-ssi too. More and more people were starting to leave her house.

I casually sat on the floor when there were already no one besides me, Beomgyu, Chaeryeong, and Ryujin.

"Let's clean the whole area first before we proceed to waiting again," Ryujin suggested.

Beomgyu, who has his enery drained out of his body, stood up with his legs quivering as he walks. He looked stupid and funny. Ryujin grabbed Beomgyu's hand and dragged him to the kitchen, where most of the trash were placed. Poor Beomgyu.

Chaeryeong started to pick up the scattered red and blue cups on the floor, and I picked up the tissue papers. The mess is everywhere. I don't even know how Yeji-ssi would clean this all by herself.

"It must've hurt so much," Chaeryeong spoke.

At first, I was confused with what she said, but I understood after a little while.

She was talking about what happened to me.

"Yeah. It did. A lot."

I threw all the trash on the large garbage bag, and she did too.

"What happened?" She asked.

I was silent. I haven't been able to talk about it that much ever since I got here.

"I'm sorry," she said in a low voice. I glanced at her, confused.

"You're not ready to talk about it. I understand." She gave me a smile, and it comforted me somehow.

"No. I was just thinking about how should I tell you the whole dramatic story." I chuckled.

"He was always cheerful. We smiled a lot because of all the dumb stuff he does everyday. One day, his grandmother died. It affected him of course, but he moved on, and continued to become his usual cheerful self. It wasn't obvious that he'd be the type to hang himself in his room."

Chaeryeong dropped the garbage bag as soon as I finished my sentences.

I'm not shocked. Everyone who found out that my friend committed this mortal sin was as stunned as her, even me.

I couldn't stop myself from crying and from blaming myself for not comforting him as well as I should. For not being there for him. I always used dumb excuses whenever he wanted to go out and spend a fun time at the mall or at the arcade.

I regretted it all.

I regretted not being there, for my closest friend.

I turned my back and went on with the cleaning, and suddenly, I felt her arms wrapped around my waist. She hugged me tightly. Her head, leaning on my back.

She whispered, "That was heartbreaking. I hope you're not having too much of a hard time moving on from your regrets."

I held onto her hand as I felt a tear escape my eye.

"Thanks, noona."

"I'll be here for you. Talk to me whenever you need someone to listen to you, okay?" She said.

"Sure thing," I replied.

"What's... happening here?" Chaeryeong moved away from me when we heard Ryujin's voice.

Ryujin and Beomgyu were already standing on the doorway towards the kitchen.

"Nothing," she replied. I was stopping myself from smiling, then I noticed something.

"Beomgyu, is that a lipstick stain on the side of your lips?" He blushed. Sus.

"It's ketchup, dumbass." If it really was ketchup, then why would Ryujin be blushing so hard?

That's really really suspicious.

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YEJI'S POV

I woke up in the sound of an annoying alarm clock. I was so annoyed that I threw it on the floor when I got a hold of it.

My head feels like it's being wrestled by The Rock. It hurts so much. Why would I freaking drink almost a whole bottle of Tequila last night?! That's so stupid of me.

"Why did you throw my alarm clock on the floor?"

I froze.

"Ah... it's all broken now."

What the fuck?

My eyes were glued on Yeonjun. It's not just the normal Yeonjun that I see everyday. It's a topless Yeonjun, hair still damp, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

I'm wishing he's wearing a boxer, at least.

I was about to scold him for wearing such little clothing when I realized something.

His alarm clock?

My eyes wandered around the room that I was in. Not mine.

Am I in Yeonjun's cabin?! My eyes widened once more after realizing something. I glanced on the sight of my body below the sheets covering me.

Nothing. No clothes. Nothing.

WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?!

author's note:
since today is my birthday, why not
give you guys an update as
a present for you all :)