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by lovejjong

by lovejjong

a/n : being emo be like :(
I actually have another friend that's like """hashiyan""" but he moved to another place :| we still chat online but I just miss him so fucking much.

Song recommendation : butterfly - beast
(the song is depressing but I would play this on fucking loop- like what im doing rn- im so emo like it's midnight and I'm just so done with myself)

Soraru finished his work quickly, dropping his pen on the surface of the desk right after he finished. He pushed the chair back, wincing at the loud noise, and picked up his phone that he left charging at the side and unlocked it, pressing into his music app. He does not feel like doing anything, especially not anything related to social media. If he did turn on his WiFi, he will be pressured to re-read his messages with Lon and Suzumu, overanalyzing everything once again.

He doesn't feel the urge to torture himself mentally anymore today. Enough is enough.

Part of his mind is still reeling from the outburst Suzumu had in the cafeteria, but he had calmed down. Turning on some soft music and setting the phone down on the side table, Soraru fell into the bed, his eyes fluttering close. The soft piano music filled the room, and Soraru sighed softly, feeling his eyes well up. He wouldn't mind letting them out usually, but he refused- downright refused- to shed any tears for the two.

Back-stabbing bitches.

Friends for eight fucking years and he still get these sort of treatment. Was it really his fault for speaking the truth? The more he thought about it, the more his blood boils. A soft growl escaped his lips, and Soraru cracked his eyes open again. He picked his phone up again, and turned his WiFi on, his fingers pressing into his Instagram.

Is it my fucking fault that y'all are too sensitive?

He must have been crazy then, since he posted it in his story. He regretted nothing, staring at the short clip of the picture that had nothing but those words, repeating itself over and over again, until Soraru dropped his phone on the bed.

It wasn't long until he heard Hashiyan message him.

It wasn't hard to know who's texting him- he had set a certain ringtone for Hashiyan and his family members, not bothering with the others. Now, Soraru's finger hovered over Hashiyan's name, hesitating.

sorarun
w

hat.

Hashi
who is that post meant for? Did you hurt yourself again?

sorarun
so what if i di|
so what |
so|

no.

hashi
im coming to visit you with mafu later

sorarun
im sleepy, push it to tmr.

hashi
fine.
just bc i love you okay?
sleep well, sweet dreams!

sorarun
i wish you're her|
i wish y|
i wi|
i |

goodnight, ily

Soraru stared at the exchange, before lifting his eyes to the open window. Cool breeze entered from it, but Soraru can still feel hear lancing though his body. It wasn't really late, being only 5 in the evening. But Soraru felt tired and stressed, and one look at the clock told him that he could sneak in some hours of sleep before dinner.

That is, whether he is having dinner or not today.

a/n : short update (double updates) again for today bc im feeling emo
-aru