《 an nct college au- jaeyong based.》
"Whatever. All you need to know is that I'm not in love. Don't care for that."
Taeyong didn't care for whatever love was.
"I miss her...No, I miss love."
Jaehyun missed it.
4.1.19
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12:07 PM
Taeyong obviously woke up with a terrible hangover.
Around 4 cups of beer, around 4 rounds of vomiting. Being a lightweight, that was his principle. He made his way to the kitchen and drank all the water from his bottle, hoping it would help him feel better. But he still felt like vomiting his brains out.
Fortunately, Taeyong and Ten's apartment had a private bathroom. Even if his body was against the idea of running, he ran to the bathroom anyway.
He stayed there with his head over the toilet for what seemed like forever, but he was finally done. He was stumbling, trying to reach the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. He felt refreshed, yes, but his head felt like it was being crushed into pieces.
"Mn...Whatev-" Taeyong took off his clothes, which for some reason took longer than it should, and got into the shower. Instead of thoroughly cleaning himself, he was mostly just looking up at the shower head with his eyes closed and groaning.
When he was finished with everything, he went back to his room. He threw his work outfit on, stuffed 2 water bottles, his phone, and his keys into his bag.
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His job wasn't that strict. It was just working as a cashier in a phone shop, anyway. As long as he gets there before 2PM, he'd be alright.
"Hi." He said to literally no one. The shop had no people in it. He was all by himself. His boss would usually just text to tell him to go to work, and that was it. He was rarely even there. It was like this almost all the time, though. He almost tripped on his way to the counter, and he rested his cheek on his hand as soon as he got there.
He was questioning why he even got this job. He was studying for graphic design. Why did he...Nevermind. As long as he got paid, as long as he was able to feed himself, he kinda understood. He took out his phone and was bombarded with notifications.
His brows furrowed when he scrolled through the tons of messages that all came from different people. He chose to only read Doyoung's, though. What the hell did he do last night?
