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Apology: #3 Yunhyeong

The temperature is set real low in the room, but there's a layer of sweat sticking her shirt to her skin. She jerks up from the nightmare, hands searching in the dark for the towel, she wipes the sweat off his forehead using the damp tower, calling him softly

"Yunhyeong?"

His eyes glare up warily,

"Y/N? What am I...How are you even?", he tries pulling himself up, but she presses him back,

"It's alright.", she mutters to him, though he does not need it.

After he falls back into sleep, she steps out of the room, rolling up the curtain to face the sunrise. She begins her daily routine broodily, SMTM6's playlist roaring in the background, it would not bother Yunhyeong anyway, he's deep in his hangover from the heavy booze last night. 

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Last night

She was constantly on her feet, busy settling the arrangement with the clients and meeting the deadline. It was 9.PM, her stomach was growling and she was the only one left in the office. She checked her phone out of habit when she scrolled through the Snapchat from Chanwoo, against the vivid neon light, was her boyfriend, holding a beer on one of his hand, the other swing over his guy friend, head bobbing frantically to the blasting music. She heaved out a sigh. Normally, she would give him a call, just to check if he was coming home, always ended up sounding more despair than she meant to. That would not be the case anymore if you'd experience it for too long, like, 6 months. Instead, she just sent him a text, 

<Will wait for you at home. Don't come back too late. Love you.

Of course, the only reply she got was a 'blue tick'. She packed her stuff and quickly left the office, more eager than ever to get home. On the street, every couple was out on date, probably except them. It was Christmas night, the snow was falling like flower petals from the sky. Every other year, they would be having a dine-out, Yunhyeong and her. They would pay a visit to his family, then to hers, and they would stay up until midnight to watch another fruitful year passed by. She was sitting by that same window, but her shoulders felt numb from the cold, her heart ached, drips of water falling from her hair as the rain splashed onto the glass, first drizzling, then showering, the fog built up, blurring her reflection.

There was a loud, forceful knock on the door. She opened at the sight of Chanwoo half-carrying Yunhyeong, who was a drunk mess. They pulled him into the bedroom as Chanwoo wrestled him onto the bed. They stared at each other for a while before Chanwoo whispered,

"You might reconsider this as a relationship."

"Said the guy who drinks with him?"

"As a dongsaeng to a noona, I seriously am advising you."

She shook her head, her voice sounded foreign, even to her,

"I don't need you to tell me to know."

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Hangzoo's rap is cut off harshly as she feels his arms wrapping around her waist from behind, the usual joy is uncontrollably replaced by a lump of distaste climbing up her throat. He rested his head on her shoulder,

"Good morning jagi~"

She breaks his embrace by turning around, her eyes desperately fixed on his,

"I think we need to talk, about us."

He scratches the back of his head, obviously frustrated at every word she's gonna say. Their hands are still holding onto each other. She starts to speak,

"I have loved you so much, Yunhyeong. But this is just the last straw. We totally did not get together so that you could go out every night pouring liquor into your body as if it is a drainage while I have to go to work and stay at home to guard it."

He folds his arms across his chest, "Oh, so apparently you think that you are earning the living for both of us? Just so know you, I am making money too."

She rolls her eyes, "That's not the point! The point is, we are not even a pair of human beings caring for each other anymore! You and me, this, this is not living, or loving, or even acting like it is!"

"Then tell me how you want it to be! I have friends, Y/N! I have my own life!"

She flinches, hurt, "So I'm not included in what you call your life?", he glares at her, she throws her arms in the air, rather exasperatedly "You know what, I'm done! This is bullshit, I can't just bail on the hope that we could be the same without you putting an effort. That's it."

He squints at her, refusing to let the words seep in, "That's what?"

"The end of us"

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"You are always at a different place. Every night, with your friends. I'm alone, all night"

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A/N: thank you for reading!! I'm trying to not stretch these shorts into 1000+ words since I feel that it would become dreadful to read, so hope you prefer it!! This series is seriously so hard to write, I cannot make them sound like jerks but that's what I'm doing :< Anyway stay tuned for the next member's! I will try to update as soon (and regularly, ofcos) as possible!!!