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█▇▆▅▄▂▁IT WAS ALWAYS THE SAME, HE COMES BACK TO YOU, ASKS FOR MONEY AND LEAVES AGAIN. you were sick and tired of this, yet you couldn't possibly tell him off. hikaru is your boyfriend, your childhood best friend and the only person who knows your darkest deepest secrets.
"hikaru, why are you doing this to me? aren't you sick of doing this?" you massaged your temple, all this arguing was giving you a migraine in the head. he simply shrugged, counting the money that was on the table, "why aren't you telling me to stop then?" he muttered bitterly, clearly not happy that you were starting to talk back.
something in you snapped and you stood up, immediately walking closer towards the black haired male before snatching the money and throwing it away. "why am i not telling you to stop? because you're my best friend and my boyfriend. you know, i've been too scared to tell you off since its going to break our friendship but i don't give a fuck anymore. leave my apartment and don't ever show your disgusting face in front of me." you dragged him by the wrist before he could say anything and slammed the door shut.
"oh, and we're done asshole."
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you were drinking at a club, drinking your sorrows away but careful not to cross your limit. there was no one you could call to help if you got too drunk.
"you're drinking like no tomorrow, did something happen?" the bartender who seemed around his 40s poured another shot of alcohol in your glass, his dark glasses completely covering his eyes. "nah, just feel like it." you mumbled, tapping two fingers on the table.
"hello there, what's a dashing man like you sitting here all alone~?" a woman with long dark green hair who's cleavage was almost exposed whole placed her hands on your shoulder. her perfectly manicured fingers started to playfully tug on your collar, hot breath fanning on your neck.
