First part of the Beverage-Series
Seoul, South Korea. Inbetween of skyscrapers and millions of people, there are two people who somehow seem to always hit the Rock Bottom of life. Mentally, financially, always down to do whatever it takes to some...
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I was walking around the town after cleaning up the small flat, where I stayed the night, still feeling bad about receiving so much from him.
I usually wasn't the kind of person to expect anything from others, so everything he did for me felt like so much more than it actually was.
And it made me go crazy for a while.
As I was walking further, I finally reached the small alley I lived and Jaehyun worked in.
It was an uneasy feeling that overcame me when I saw the big, red and blue letters of the convenience store and the coffee shop that was located on the opposite site and right underneath the small apartment I had shared with my boyfriend for the last seven years.
I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to come back here so soon, but I had to get at least some of my stuff back.
I was still wearing Jaehyun's clothes that looked like tents on my small body and I definitely needed the sim-card of my phone. I couldn't make money without my contacts and that was the thing that bothered me the most.
If I was going to stay at Jaehyun's place for longer, I at least wanted to pay half of his rent.
My legs walked me towards the slightly hidden door next to the coffee shop and I took one last glance back over my shoulder, where I saw him standing behind the cashiers counter, talking to a customer.
"I'm sorry, Kim Jaehyun.. For not calling you..", I whispered, before I pressed my lips together and slowly took the stairs to the third floor.
I knew, he was home.
I could smell the weed before I even entered the flat.
I shook my head and locked the door open, before I stepped in.
And as I turned around, I widened my eyes for a moment.
The whole apartment was a complete mess.
Even worse than when I first entered Jaehyun's place last night.
A huge part of the furniture was broken.
All of my plants were ripped out of their pots.
And on top of that, Jeongin was lying on the sofa, stoned, but definitely awake.
And in this exact moment he looked like complete trash to me.
A scumbag.
Loser.
And I had no idea why I stayed with him for seven damn years when he started turning into his current self at least five years ago.
I felt... pity.
Disgust and pity.
And as I looked at him, there was not a single thing, I felt attracted to.
