Title: LO$ER = L♡VER
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The sound of your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you raced down the empty streets, the cool night air biting at your skin. The city lights blurred into streaks of neon and shadow as you ran, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The world around you was a blur of chaos and noise, but all you could focus on was the boy running beside you, his hand tightly gripping yours.
Yeonjun.
His dark hair whipped around his face as he glanced back at you, his eyes full of determination and something else—something wild and fierce that sent a thrill down your spine. He gave you a reassuring smile, even as the two of you pushed yourselves to the limit, running from a past that neither of you wanted to return to.
"Keep going!" he shouted over the sound of your pounding footsteps. "We're almost there!"You nodded, unable to find the breath to respond, but you tightened your grip on his hand, drawing strength from his unwavering resolve. The two of you had made a promise—to escape the lives that had been forced upon you and to live on your own terms, no matter the cost.
It had all started with a simple conversation, late at night in the cramped apartment you shared. The two of you had always been close, but lately, the weight of the world had been pressing down on you both. The expectations, the pressures, the suffocating reality of living in a society that didn't care about your dreams—it had all become too much.
You remembered that night vividly. You were both sitting on the worn-out couch in your tiny living room, the dim light of the lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with unspoken frustrations, the weight of your lives bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You had always found solace in each other's company, but even that was beginning to feel like a temporary escape from a reality you couldn't avoid.
"I can't do this anymore," you had whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "I feel like I'm drowning, Yeonjun."
He had looked at you with those intense, soulful eyes of his, and you could see the pain mirrored in his gaze. "Me too," he had admitted softly. "Every day feels like I'm just going through the motions, pretending to be someone I'm not."
You had both fallen into a heavy silence, the truth of your words hanging in the air between you. It felt like the world had been closing in, suffocating you with its demands and expectations. But then Yeonjun had spoken again, his voice filled with a quiet resolve that made your heart skip a beat.
"Let's run away," he'd said, his voice low and intense. "Let's leave this place and never look back. We don't need anything except each other."
You'd stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious," he'd replied, his eyes locking onto yours with a look that made it clear he meant every word. "I don't care if the world sees us as losers. If I'm with you, I feel like a lover—a winner. We can make our own way, on our own terms."
The idea was reckless, even dangerous, but something about the fire in his eyes, the unwavering belief in his words, had made you feel like it was the only way out. You'd always known that Yeonjun had a rebellious streak, a desire to break free from the chains that bound him, but this was different. This was a promise, a vow to create a life together, no matter what it took.
