farewell party | verkwan | completed

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the feeling of losing something isn't pleasing at all, seungkwan is fearing that hansol actually hates him without any specific reason. he tried to call, to text, or even tried to go to his house once, he tried everything. yet his family ignores him, hansol ignores his calls and messages, wouldn't tell him the reason, leaving seungkwan just slumped on his bed rolling around, staring at his phone in hopes of hansol calling.

there's none.

and that hurts seungkwan a lot, his breathing hitch as he tries to suppress his own tears, fighting back the urge to cry. he removed the polaroids of him and hansol together, because right now, anything that reminds him of hansol makes him feel pain mentally.

he heard the front door opened, he got up and went to the living room out of curiosity, seeing john on his knees crying while muttering things seungkwan couldn't understand repeatedly. he knew john had anxiety, but he didn't witness it at it's worse. he knelt down beside him, trying to sooth john down singing whatever that comes in his mind, with no experience of comforting people, he couldn't resist but to hug john and bury his head onto his chest, letting him feel the calming heartbeat of his. no matter how painful it is for seungkwan, he would still spend his time with john until he has calmed down.

"i—"

"there—there's nobody in the streets, the—the one where that little dicaprio works, closed, empty, it's like a city of death—it looked worse than the sky of london." he hugged seungkwan's waist tightly and continued to cry, tears wetting seungkwan's shirt.

closed?

at that very moment, he heard a knock on his door, he let go of john, then he approached it suspiciously and slowly opened the door.

hansol.

freaking hansol.

"baby—"

"what are you doing here? didn't you disappear all of a sudden and ignoring all my texts and messages? now appearing out of nowhere in front of my doorstep? aren't you a bit too cruel?" seungkwan huffed, was about to slam the door right in front of hansol's face, but his damned foot blocked it. "no—listen, please, j-just let me in." right at that moment seungkwan's anger just faded into the air, his gaze softened, opened the door for hansol silently.

"let me take care of john then i'll talk to you." 

a/n:
WhOoPs a cliffhanger!!! sorry my days had been a bit messed up, school, personal problems, training, design, competition, mental health. oh life is indeed good.
after this book ended, should i start a new verkwan fan fiction? yes, yes i should.