losing soulmates | meanie

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It has been months since that talk they had.

She remembered crying like a bitch. A picture of Wonwoo cringing at the cold touch of-- either Nalla's tears or snot. It can be both; a few teaspoons of detergent wouldn't hurt.

Since then, they would see each other in the same spot. Subtract the scoffing and add the polite nodding.

Wonwoo would catch Nalla trying to hide a sniffle. Since he told her that the next time she snots on his shirt, she would do his whole laundry.

For a girl with an abusive boyfriend, it would be quite alarming for the man to find another guy's shirt - is that not right?

What the hell would I be without you?

A lot of advices would be shared. Mainly coming from Wonwoo rather than Nalla. Figures - she wasn't in the right state of mind to give out some insights. Mentioning that she needed his words the most.

What would she be without his words?

What state could she be in without his comfort?

Will she be cold without the talks in front of the fireplace?

Would she be cold without his warm gaze?

Brave face talk so lightly

"What the actual fuck are you doing at Wonwoo's house at fucking two in the morning?!"

That slap stung - unlike every other slap, Mingyu's was the most crisp.

The feeling of breaking into shards; it was depressing.

"I-I was halving a talk w-with h-him and I didn't know it was late--"

Her stuttering went completely silenced after a cold palm met her warm face, heated from the said fireplace in Wonwoo's house.

It was metaphoric.

Mingyu was cold, Nalla was warm. Wonwoo gave Nalla warmth. Mingyu would just try to take that warmth away from Nalla.

It was sad.

"You better stop talking to that bastard. Not even lay your eyes on his damned existence. One more chance of me seeing you being a fucking hoe around him and i'll slit you're head off your body."

Like his soul, his eyes were piercing cold.

"Clean off."

Mingyu spun his heel to the other direction. Cooly walking away and slamming the door.

Nalla followed after, only to know that the door was locked.

She wasn't glad to sleep on the sofa again.

Another week has passed, Nalla hadn't seen Wonwoo anywhere.

Not until this one day.

This one fucking day.

It was the perfect timing.

Nalla was with Mingyu.

At that time, Mingyu forgot his bag in his Homeroom. He let Nalla walk to the car alone.

He loved her.

It's just that... his love was toxic.

He was psychotic himself.

Mingyu didn't trust Nalla ever since that incident where Mingyu found Nalla sitting next to Wonwoo - chatting about homework.

But Wonwoo just had to show up as she were getting in the car.

She was only a few steps closer to surviving a day without physical pain.

Fuck Wonwoo.

"Hi, Nalla!"

'Shit,' she whispered to herself.

She didn't answer.

Instead, she was walking straight ahead - eyeing the car.

"Nalla!"

Although Wonwoo knew about Nalla's situation, he couldn't help but be fond with her presence. Let alone that smile she gives him whenever he makes a dad joke.

He just had to grab her hand.

"Nalla, why aren't you talking to me?"

She didn't answer.

"Hey. Talk to me," he gently placed his hand on Nalla's chin, lifting it up to see her eyes. "Is everything alright?"

Just then, Mingyu came.

He was holding his bag.

The sight of them, skinship and shit - it sickened him.

'She's mine. All fucking mine,' he thought.

But he stayed calm.

Nalla caught a glimpse of Mingyu. Her heart rate quickened ten times than its normal pace.

She pulled out her hand from his grip.

Wonwoo noticed the tall figure beside him.

"I-I'm f-fine."

Her hand paused midway. Slowly, she folded her fingers on her back pack and stared at her feet.

Hide the truth.

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