Good to You

Despair

Staggering his way towards the couch, Jiyong held unto any furniture available. His sight clearly hazy due to the heavy load of liquor within his system and his long, unkept hair blocking his once shining eyes.

The Jiyong before used to be bubbly, gracing people with his cheerful gummy smile. His fashion in check, always wearing neatly pressed and clothes that are on trend. His hair done to perfection and his scent enticing women at bay. For short, he was a looker. Someone who would always grab the attention of others as he passes by. He would even be mistaken as a model or an idol most of the time!

Still, Jiyong catches the attention of others but not for the same reason. Now people would point at him in disgust, contrary to the awe he once was graced. His fashion now consists of dirty laundry, untidy and with stains from days, who knows how long before. His once musky and enticing scent that drove women in now drove them away, for the Jiyong now stinks. Luxury eu de toilets forgotten, as his scent now reeks of alcohol, sweat and smoke. His always styled and kept hair now long and sticky, courtesy of the days of not showering.

He slumped down with a tud on the sofa, covering his exhausted eyes with his arm.

He looked dead. He was dead.

She left him.

She's gone.

Tears rushed down his face as he remembered her face.

Her doe like eyes that shined bright, her cute nose that he would always find adorable as she would scrunch it up when she's pissed at him and her plump lips that he cherished deeply...

Sobs resonated the entire room, the pain of merely seeing her face within him wrecking havoc within his shattered heart. He clutched the pain within his hands, his tears spilling uncontrollably on his cheeks as curses spilled out of his lips. Hitting his chest repeatedly to numb the pain inside but the action remained useless for it only ceased to a greater height, like a fire that has been showered with gasoline repeatedly.

Everything felt so surreal.

One moment he was just cuddling with her in this same sofa but now he was all alone, weeping madly.

Just because of a simple misunderstanding, she left him. Left him with no trace or even a proper goodbye. She didn't even let him explain his side, that he and Chaerin were childhood bestfriends, and yes, Chaerin liked him but he only sees her as a sister. That everything was plainly platonic between them.

That she's the only woman in his life.

That she's the only woman he yearns, the only woman that his heart beats for.

But she just threw the ring at him, it bouncing helplessly on the concrete floor.

He was too stunned to move, too stunned to capture her in his embrace, to stop her from leaving, to fully beg her to listen and understand.

Her words were only ringing inside his ears like loud sirens but his brain seems to not process the loud information, it seems as if it was blocking the reality from ever entering to its abode.

"WAAAAAAH!!" He punched the sofa repeatedly, every hit coupled with screams of agony, his voice filled with pain. His tears hot as it gushed heavily, out of his eyes. It seemed as it it was never going to stop. His tears just kept flowing, his hits getting weaker and weaker due to exhaustion but his tears, it was unending.

The door creaked open as light shuffling disturbed the room filled with sobs and cries but yet he remained unknowing. He could only watch his bestfriend from afar, wincing in pain as he see his once jolly pal, the guy who he would rely on to be the mood setter, the guy who would always offer up a smile, a rare smile, to his beloved friends.