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The laser lights blinding his eyes. Chanyeol sat in a club filled with people drugged up, intoxicated. Letting the burning sensation casacade down his throat as he drinks more glasses of whiskey.
Nameless women flog over to where he is, pressing themselves onto him knowing exactly who he is and his networth. Letting them touch him he leaves his whiskey, he grasps a bottle of wine drinking directly from it carelessly. Drowning himself, the pain of Yoona being gone seemed to make him numb for the first time.
What she meant to him was as simple as he was in love with her. When he met her for the first time he didn't know that he would fall for her as quickly as she was gone. He remembers profaintly how they met despise the alcohol in his system.
In his drunken mind there was something about Yoona that he felt understood what it was like to live a certain pain of losing someone. That pain was about his mother that walked out his life. The last time he saw her, she said she would never leave him then she did just that. Leaving him with a father that wasn't one to begin with. Just a stranger that he shared DNA with.
Yoona didn't have to speak a word, she was listening and that's all he ever wanted from someone.
"Sir" A bartender called to the senseless man. Setting a napkin in front of him then a drink. Staring at the familiar drink he called to the female bartender before she could walk away.
"Who ordered this?" He set his sights on the women yet she smiled widely.
"A women--"
"Who? Who was this women?" He immediately wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Anxious for her next few words, he focused only on her.
Startled the women stepped away from him. Yet she couldn't move out of his grasp as it was tightly constricted her. In her distress, she quickly answered,
"Yoona."
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Room #19 || e)(o Chanyeol
أدب الهواة"Do I know you?" I ask tilting my head up at him. "No, you don't." His expression solemn. The elevator dinged, He exited. Still nameless...mysterious. I knew nothing of him as the doors closed between us. He stood still as it shut, his back facing...
