Medicine ◌ Svt Scoups

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Seungcheol threw the picture frame at the wall having the glass shatter into pieces. His hands trembled, he bit his lip. Seungcheol's breathing pattern turned uneven, he pulled his hair in frustration. Tears streamed his face.

Seungcheol reached for his phone and dialed your number. "Hello?", you answered. Seungcheol tried to calm his breathing. He sniffled and stuttered your name. "Seungcheol? What's wrong? Did something happen?! Do you want me to come over?!?"

The voice on the other line sniffled for the last time and shook his head humming, "No need, I just ne-... needed t-to hear your voice."

You hummed in response. "Do you want to keep talking?"

"Yeah." He let out a shaky laugh. "Tell me about your day today? What happened?"

You smiled to yourself over the phone and started rambling over the phone.

Seungcheol stared at the wall, he stared at the dead body in front of him. Their eyes open, their pool of blood underneath them. Seungcheol didn't feel an ounce of regret.

"Did you take your medicine today?" Seungcheol asked you. You hummed in reply and answered positively. "Good..." He said to himself.