✧ University au
✧ Ex partners au
✧ The type of person who wants to make up, but doesn't get the chance
✧ I'm sorry...I know I should've apologized earlier but-
But you didn't...did you?
✧ 1st book of the F5 series
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Why'd Anton randomly call at 11 p.m. at night? No idea. But my genius drunk ass obviously decided to pick up and embarrass myself as always.
"What do you want now huh?" I started without giving him a chance to even say anything.
"Hi? S-" he started, but I cut in.
"Hi? Seriously? At eleven p.m.? What, you wanna borrow sugar or something? Wait lemme guess—you missed me?" I said, brain five soju glasses deep.
"You good? You sound drunk." His voice was quieter now. Cautious. Not judgmental, but... worried?
"Me? Drunk? Nahhh," I slurred. "Just hydrating. With... fermented rice." I giggled. Like an idiot. A hydrated idiot.
There was this silence on the other line till he sighed.
"You shouldn’t be drinking that much. Especially when you know you can’t handle it."
"And what? You gonna come stop me? Didn’t know exes had that kind of authority," I snapped back. My voice was loud and defensive but even I could tell I sounded hurt.
He didn’t reply for a moment. Then, soft and low: "I thought we were over this..."
Again, silence. I clenched the phone harder. "Doesn’t make it hurt any less."
“I know. And I'm still so sorry for that, Yeon.”
I sighed. “You know what?” I mumbled. “I like your brother. He’s nice. He helped me with my project and smiled like an idiot and called me pretty without even saying the word.”
Another pause. “You’ve been talking to Chanmin?”
“Since before you left me, Anton.”
“Right.”
“I liked you, you know. A lot. Maybe still do. Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I’m just drunk.” I wiped my eyes, not sure when they started watering.
I stayed silent for a while after that, as if he was debating whether to speak or not. Then finally, "Go to sleep Yeon, it's late."
"You know what, Anton? Maybe call me tomorrow. When I'm sober. Or don’t. Whatever. Just... don’t do this tonight. I don’t have the capacity to break all over again.
There was a pause.
"Okay," he said softly. "I’ll wait." And then the line went dead.
"Pour me another glass." I ordered jihye, holding out my glass, on the verge of passing out and damn sure I wasn't gonna remember a single thing tomorrow
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The Next Morning.
The sun was not my friend. Neither was the throbbing in my skull or the death grip my blanket had on me. I cracked one eye open and saw a suspicious glass of water on the bedside table and Jihye snoring on the floor with a bag of chips like some post-party zombie.
