✓ SIX THIRTY ━ johnny suh

. . . . chapter forty-seven.

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SONG OF THE DAY :
thick and thin - lany

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"tell her what really happened!"

ten and jaehyun pulled youngho to a crowded club right when he broke the news of the split up. i'll say it early enough: it did not relieve him.

he was basically yelling while retelling the happenings from hours ago. the dj's song choices weren't even that good.

"i tried to."

the three of them collectively sighed.

"where's mark?"

"church probably," ten said. "he's been religious as hell since that hyuck guy broke up with him."

"wasn't he always religious?"

"yeah, but it's turned extreme this time. says he's staying rooted. i say it's a lame distraction."

"good for him."

ten opened another bottle of beer using his keychained opener. "anyway, enough about mark. he'll come around. what are you gonna do about this chia thing?"

pensive, he tried hypothesizing about it a little, but it was all no use in the end. all conclusions led to him just fulfilling the need to let her be.

who was he to deserve a second chance anyway?

"i guess some things just don't work out."

they were taken aback. too much that they even slammed their glasses to the table in unison like some corny musical characters about to start singing.

"are you telling me you give up? man, we were rooting for you! this was it! you're not even thinking twice? you barely did anything wrong."

"i don't want to be pushy. she'll only hate me more."

"johnny, come on! you . . . "

oftentimes, he was used to his circle sputtering their comments over issues of each. this time, though, it was suffocating. perhaps it was the noise in his head clashing with the noise running up his ears.

so when he saw a couple strippers approaching them before his two taken friends shoo them off, he took the chance.

"where can i avail a private room?"

jaehyun stuttered. "p-pri— you?"

he looked indifferent as ever after the inquiry.

sure, seo youngho was a flirty guy, but not to the extent where he'd pay for a night's pleasure. let alone in the club.

it was new to see this . . . coping mechanism.

"right here, sir."

the best friends' mouths never restored after falling slack.

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chia and jace continued with their unlimited chicken and beer (plus soju) restaurant plan while watching the hoshi and woozi subunit preview for the first time together.

they were shameless with their squeals. the other tables looked at them dirtily, but they could care less.

the two have been laughed at for worse things.

when the minute-long teaser ended, chia was pushed back by reality. her jaw that started to hurt from smiling too widely curled down once more. she slouched.

"i'm so fucking dumb." she buried her head into her hands, whining. "would things be different if i just heard him out?"

chia missed youngho. she could already foresee the years of longing.

knowing she had just cut off the man  who had made her feel the most loved without being given an undefinable weight, and is probably the only one who was willing her through all her quirks and imperfections broke her delicate heart into something that was unrevivable.

she never stopped reminding herself of her stupidity.

softly, jace said, "don't dwell on it too much. it was smart to dodge a bullet early. look what happened when you didn't back then."

"are you not gonna yell at me?"

"what bestfriend do you think i am?"

"i'm just-- i don't know."

she poured herself a shot of soju, letting the substance send a burning sensation on her throat in hopes that it would lessen the emotions.

it did not.

even alcohol won't save me. fuck.

"you've been through a lot, chia. you've been pushed over by men who don't deserve shit. he's not any better."

"but i was happy!" chia exclaimed.

"that's what you said the last time."

tears filled her eyes.

"come here."

jace pulled her into a side hug, comfortingly rubbing her shoulder as she entered another state of melancholy.

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