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"He did what?" Yeri hissed, a scowl forming on her lips as she listened to Chanhee explain what happened between him and Younghoon. "I'm going to kill him—absolutely obliterate his being! who does he think he is!?"

A sigh fell from Chanhee's lips before he muttered, "don't be mean to him, okay? I'm not saying I understand any of this...but he's got a lot going on."

"Did you try to talk to him? Maybe something happened and he just snapped or whatever," she spoke, finally calming down just a bit so she didn't upset the boy.

Chanhee reluctantly nodded, "I tried calling him a couple days ago just to ask for some more of an explanation—but he didn't even answer. Younghoon always answers when you call him so it's safe to say he really doesn't want to talk about anything."

"I still want to be mad at him," grumbled Yeri, "that was so out of nowhere—I just don't get it in any way."

Shrugging at her words, Chanhee picked at the comforter he was sitting on. Since him and Younghoon broke up, he found himself back at Yeri's house a lot more. It had been a week since it happened and he was just finally telling her the details.

Things were tense between him and Younghoon. Fortunately, they only had one class together, but unfortunately they sat right next to each other in that class. So of course, Chanhee asked the teacher to switch seats and moved over to the empty desk near Changmin.

Chanhee thought things would get easier for him as the days passed, but it seemed as if they got harder with each day. Everywhere he went, there was something that reminded him of Younghoon, or the place itself was it's own reminder of one their dates. It's safe to say that Younghoon was his first real love. The fact he never told the elder how he truly felt was the thing he regretted the most.

"Younghoon barely talks anymore," Yeri continued, snapping Chanhee out of his daydream, "he just sits there—he doesn't even do his work."

"It's a new lesson," Chanhee whispered, his eyes bubbling with tears with each word, "he probably isn't doing his work because he needs help."

Yeri sent the boy a soft smile and grabbed his hands, "listen—you're going to be okay. Soon it won't even be hard to talk about Younghoon."

"Before then..." the boy started as he reached into the front pockets of his jeans, digging around for something, "can you give this back to him for me? I can't keep it."

Yeri examined the silver necklace in her hands and let out a quiet hum. "did you have matching ones?" She asked, running her thumb over the small Y.

"He got us matching necklaces like a month ago."

"I don't want to do anything that involves you two, but I'll do this. Just this. Then I'm done with Younghoon."

"You should still be his friend."

Yeri raised an eyebrow, "With Younghoon? Why would I be his friend if you aren't dating? The only reason I tolerated him for so long was just because you liked him."

"Do whatever you want—just know that I don't think you should stop talking to him just because we broke up."

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"What the hell is going on with you, dude? You never drink like this."

Younghoon rolled his eyes at Sangyeon and finished chugging the half empty beer in his hands. "None of your fucking business," he snapped, slamming the empty bottle onto the wooden table.

"Younghoon..." Eric started softly as he placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder, "just take a little break—it's not safe for you to keep drinking if you're driving home."

"What cause I might get myself killed if I do?" The elder slurred before letting out a bitter laugh, "oh—big fucking deal is that really the worst that could happen?"

Juyeon reached out and pulled the new drink from Younghoon's hand, putting the glass on the opposite end of the table. "I don't know what your problem is," he started harshly, "but that shit isn't funny, okay? If you need to talk about something—then talk about it."

Younghoon let himself fall back onto the booth behind him and sighed. "We broke up," he whispered, his eyes welling with tears the second the words fell from his lips, "and I—I don't even know what to do."

"Shit..." Sangyeon said quietly, "I'm sorry, Younghoon."

"What happened?"

Scoffing at Juyeon's words, Younghoon crawled out of the booth and spat, "I don't want to talk about this—I'm going home."

"Let me drive you home," the boy continued.

"I'll be fine."

Younghoon's vision blurred with tears as he walked out of that stuffy bar, stumbling through the parking lot until he found his own car. He barely made it inside before he was gasping for air, choking on the sobs bubbling up from his throat.

"Shit—shit!" He screamed into the darkness, the words fumbling from his mouth over and over until until his throat burned.

His whole life had fallen apart and he had no idea how to put it back together. All he really knew was that he really missed Chanhee. He missed the boy so much that a part of him wanted to cave and run back to him. He wanted to protect Chanhee more than he cared about his own happiness. But most of all, Younghoon was scared.

Younghoon was terrified of his father and he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to stand up to him about anything. He had a hard enough time just telling the man he didn't want to play a sport—what was going to happen when he found out his son had a boyfriend. As selfish as it felt, Younghoon didn't want to find out. He didn't want to know what was going to happen if he ever tried to stand up to his father again.

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