[AngeLuz]

[Dead Leaves]

opening my apartment door was difficult.

I spend five minutes to ponder whether to go in or not.

They didn't care at all about me and my presence. Especially when they're having their session.

So what's stopping me from opening the door?

Just as i was to go in, the door opened.

Its my best friend.

The first person to care for me and also my reason to live.

Until he crushed my heart saying that i'm just a nuisance.

His face held no emotion at alla as he walk past me, smelling like my soap. And also something else know very well.

Meanwhile, my roommate was inside the apartment, with only blankets covering her exposed skin, walking funnily to the kitchen.

No words were exchanged, we just look into each other eyes and then look away.

I slammed the door to my room, and try to get my mind off everything.

Calm down.

I have hoseok now.

Its going to be different.

Everything's going to be just fine.

I have to keep going for hoseok's sake.

Just then my over charged phone rang from a number i don't know, as if God was playing with my fate.

"Hello?" I tried to sound as fine as possible, hoping it would work.

"Hey, its Hoseok. This is your number, right [Y/N]?"

His cheerful voice welcomed me, and it almost made my day. If only i didn't see my bestfriend's face.

I'm guessing he had found the note i left him back there. That's how he knows my number.

"Yes."

My voice cracked, and he seemed to catch that.

Oh no. 

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Should i come down?"

He's worried about me? I…

He's worried about someone like me?

Its not even an hour after i say goodbye to him, and i'm already having a withdrawal syndrome. 

Great, just great.

I'm now addicted to Jung Hoseok. 

Everyone, meets my new drug, the smile and laugh of Jung Hoseok, which makes you crave more and more every second.

Warning! when you stop taking this drug, a withdrawal syndrome will immediately take place. Please beware of the consequences before consuming this drug.

"Hello? Are you still there? Should i come over?"

Once again, he cuts me off from my daydream to the matter at hand.

"No, its okay"

I sobbed quietly. A mix of stress and joy. I could barely tell which is which.

"Are you sure? I don't mind coming to your place. I mean, we're only a floor apart. And you're always welcomed to my place."

He explained softly, while i uselessly try to calm my stupid heart. 

Stop it! Why are you like this?

Why won't you stop crying?

"Yeah, i'm fine. For now."

He must've heard my tears falling to the sheets, because he didn't seem to buy my act. He stayed silent, waiting for me to say something first.

I exhaled and shut my eyes before spouting my hearts content.

"Can i… come to your place tomorrow?"

An ugly whine escaping my lips. I would regret asking him, if only he didn't miraculously reply with,

"Of course you can. I'll be waiting for you"

His words flying in the corner of my room, twirling and kicking my sadness away.

"Oh, and remember, I'm only one call away from you."

After saying that, he bid me goodbye before hanging up.

His words give me strength and hope.

I wiped my tear and smile.

Its going to be fine.

It will be fine.

I'm going to be fine.

I'm fine.

I'm just fine.