── ❝ but who am I supposed to talk to? what am I supposed to do, if there's no you? ❞
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Dohwa woke up in a cold sweat at the crack of dawn.
The bed was as empty as it had always been, but his apartment felt... hollower, somehow. His tongue was still housing the words he couldn't say out loud; words that were cut short by his abrupt awakening, their weight paralysing him still. He said that he would endure anything just to be with Y/N in the heat of his desperation, however—now he wasn't so sure as to how he would be able to brave their separation every morning. She was right. This was indeed the better choice. To stay somewhere between more than friends and less than lovers.
His fingers tiptoed to grab the glass of water on his nightstand, his pupils dilating to observe the screen of his smartphone akin to an owl in the dark.
5.23 AM. Plenty of time to get ready for school.
Dohwa hardly cared about being punctual. Today might have been a rare occurrence of him being an early bird, which was welcome, of course, but he wouldn't have cared much if he ended up sleeping in. Decent grades were secondary to a seasoned trainee like him. He was pushing his heart to flourish the little bud of passion he had developed for his idol career––a newfound spark. A flare. He couldn't lose it.
