drunken conversations | myg + jhs

6.3

I could feel my clothes getting heavier per second that passes but my tears show no signs of ceasing and it fucking annoys the shit out of me.

I pound harder on the door, hoping hoseok would open up and offer me warm clothes, food, and company.

but ofcourse, thats just one out of the millions of things that I know will never happen.

a whole day passed—or so it seemed but in reality, only three minutes has passed since the clouds decided to cry with me and made me more miserable than I am, I decided to give up and finish the remaining contents of my bottle.

"Hoseok! I wont leave until you open this goddamn door!" I gave up on banging on the door because my hand hurts already

"Hoseok! Look, I'm sorry—" the door opened making me fall on my back and be face-to-face with a human being who looks so surreal, the human being whom I missed so much, the human being who was once my best friend.

the human being who I wished was Jimin when I was still in a relationship with, the human being who's still living inside my heart and mind,

Hoseok.