letter forty two

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dear park sunghoon,

you should stop drinking and then what? go to the mailbox and throw a tantrum there like some dumb kid in front of mr. lim.

you stressed him out, so am i.

i have to fucking explained to my dad who was still up and working in the living room - how you needed a friend. after hearing your name, that's when he said yes and had given me money to call for a taxi.

which is by the way, i could've used instead to buy some cake or any sweets to celebrate that finally, after a long century of waiting, sunghoon used his eyes at last.

but really, though, i have to ring the doorbell again in front of your house and your mom recognized me at once. she thanked me and shared about how you've been so out of it for days.

of course, i asked her not to tell you who i am.

being so grateful to me, she complied and must've already had an idea by the letters in my hand.

but all i can say is, you should stop hurting yourself anymore.

i promise i'll be here from now on.

you'll never be alone, sunghoon.

- y.

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