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★ | #70 | friday "your jokes aren't funny."
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spaces • one direction "will we ever learn?"
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FRIDAY, Heeseung stood in his shared hotel room with Park Jongseong, whom he had agreed to room with weeks before.
It was strange, Lee Heeseung thought to himself. Strange was the word he'd used to describe the pit in his stomach, something he could not excuse.
He had tried to play it off as simply nerves for their upcoming set of soccer games this afternoon. But, he knew it was more than that, and he knew why.
Seong Haewon lingered in his mind, her name repeating at the top of his head like a silent prayer; a constant nagging in his heart.
He hated it—hated himself for letting it get to this point. For being so distant instead of approaching her to work things out.
To lose her would be to lose his world, himself. For he could not see the light of his future without her. Instead, replaced by a darkness he could only pray he'd never once get to experience firsthand.
Heeseung pressed his lips into a thin line, staring at his own reflection in the mirror after suiting up in his soccer kit, although not yet in his cleats.
He was to have a game that afternoon, in an hour or so. Warmups were in fifteen minutes, so, much to his distaste he hadn't much time to really sit down and gather his thoughts and emotions.
Forced to play through it all, to push it to the back of his head and to focus on such important matches vital to make it to the semifinals.
He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, muttering a string of profanities under his breath to himself.
His gaze drifted from the full length mirror attached to the beige walls, over to the bedside table in between the two beds set up in the hotel room.
The telephone sat still, resting in its rightful spot. Heeseung pondered for a moment, tilting his head. The same numbers flashed in his mind in an instant, remembering her telephone number after countless conversations held over it.
It was the afternoon, four o'clock for him. He was an hour behind her, being in a different part of South Korea via bus. So, it was five o'clock for her.
