unforgivable

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seongmin and minjun arrived to their apartment and seongmin led minjun to his room. he placed him in his bed and tucked him in and left him be. as he closed the door he heard little snores coming from him.

the next morning.

fuck, my head hurts. what happened last night? how am i here? minjun thought. but, more thoughts processed through his head, about seongmin. he didn't care how he came home, he cared about seongmin. did he even go to the party? minjun thought.

minjun had made up his mind. it was a saturday afternoon, he will try to meet up with seongmin for him to hear him out. once again. even though he knows it's unlikely.

minjun had texted seongmin, multiple times, to meet up with him to grab bubble tea. hoping for the best.

tonight at seven o'clock at a café.

seongmin had left minjun on read like usual. okay, this time i'll hear him out, i guess, seongmin thought.

seongmin dressed casual and walked out of the apartment. it was already seven, but it's okay to be a little late, seongmin thought. 

as he walked by the café, he saw minjun at the back table through the window. he was tapping his foot and looked beautifully as always. seongmin admired his beauty. but, he didn't come there for that, he came to hear minjun out once again. seongmin walked up to the front door to enter the cafè. but, something stopped him. he felt nervous, his hand shaking while he started to sweat. he felt his body warm up in temperature, even though he wore short sleeves in the breezy korea weather. he felt shortness of his breath. with that, seongmin ran away in fear. fuck, why can't i do this?! seongmin thought as he quickly ran back to the apartment.

seven-thirty at the café.

it's been more than half an hour, and no sign of minjun. mm, maybe i'll wait another half hour to see if he'll come, minjun thought. minjun constantly texted seongmin for him to come to the café, but no reply, not even left read. just left on delivered.

eight-fifteen at the café.

"excuse me sir, we're close," the worker said politely.

"oh, i'm sorry," minjun lost track of time, he stayed for over an hour and didn't even see seongmin at all. he stood up and bowed to the worker.

as minjun walked out, he let his legs lead him to wherever. he didn't care anymore.

what his legs led him was to a bar. he didn't care anymore so he snagged a spot and sat inside.

"three bottles of grape soju please," minjun asked, which he received a few minutes later.

he drank them one by one, then decided he'll take more at home to be more safe.

ten o'clock at home.

is he still there? surely not, it's past closing, where is he? seongmin thought.

seongmin plopped onto his bed. he checked his phone and saw minjun text him numerous times. shit, i didn't see these, seongmin thought. seongmin finally decided to reply to minjun's text messages. seongmin sent, "let's talk tmrw morning".

minjun didn't see the message though. music was blasting in his ears as he entered the apartment. he took off his shoes and went to his room. he took out some bottles of soju under his bed, grabbed the bottle opener on his night stand. and started to drink and cut, all night. like always. haha, i did this the first ever time i broke down, minjun thought.

twelve forty-three at home.

minjun passed out, even though he still had a half bottle left.