"I will always be there." ㅣ Kim Woosung - ON HOLD

13 : "A bitter taste."

(A/N : /!\ warning → mention of alcohol and angsty chapter)

[SUNDAY
11:52 PM]

Since Woosung spent the night at your place you didn't meet up, you texted though, but you couldn't help but think something was wrong.
So that's why you were out so late in the busy streets of Seoul.
It felt like the street was screaming all around you, some people were going in and out of bars, some of them were leaving work from a long day while the other just wanted to party.
Looking around you could really passed for a tourist who lost themselves looking for their hotel, but the truth is that you knew exactly were you were going.
You continued walking through the noise, looking around you, observing people, the scent of food, alcohol and smoke mixed together invading your senses.
You stopped by a food truck to buy a bottle of whatever alcohol they had and started walking again.

[12:36 AM]

Your expression was blank, your gaze livid, your bottom lip trembled at the contact with the cold air, your hand squeezing the bottle in your left hand as if it was going to disappear, your mind filled of thoughts, anger, sadness, regrets.
You were walking along the side of a bridge, the cloudly sky above your head annoncing rain, your pace was slow, from the outside, walking could seem painful for you but was it really ?
Every time you took a new step, your feet were feeling heavier but you kept going, not caring about the pain you were feeling.
Your bottle hasn't been opened yet, you were waiting for the right time to do it.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, turning toward the view you were getting from the city on the bridge.
You opened your eyes, looking at the lights coming from the city that was now far from you, you could still slightly hear the noise escaping from it mixing with the sound of the water underneath the bridge and some cars passing by behind you.
You took your phone out from your back pocket to plugged your earphones and listen to some music, finally opening your bottle to take a sip.

Wind was brusing against your face as strands of hair were coming in your view, your fingers and cheeks turned red from the cold air, you pushed your hair aside of your face and drank a bit more, hands laying on the safety barrier of the bridge and freezing from the contact with the cold metal.
Small drops of rain were falling on your face, blending with the tears that were now escaping your eyes.
It started to pour really hard but you didn't care.
You just stayed there, looking far away, sipping some of your drink every now and then with your music at full blast.

You didn't know why you came here in the first place, you couldn't even remember why you left your apartment earlier.
But there you were, crying under the cold rain, blood filled with alcohol, mind full of problems, eyes glued to the horizon, hands shaking on the barrer, your legs feeling like jelly as your knees were giving up, not able to support your numb body anymore, you fell on the ground, bringing your knees close to your chest and putting your head on them.
You cried as long as you could, holding back a scream.
You had so much to let go, so many insecurities, so many fears.
You were so scared and lonely.

So deeply lonely.

[12:59 AM]

The rain started to calm down as you slowly got up, you were exhausted and the only thing you wanted to do was sleeping.
You didn't feel like walking back home so you grabbed your phone to call a taxi but when you looked at you screen you saw that you received a message 20 minutes ago, it was him.

From : Sam ❤️
Hi, I hope you're comfortably settled in your bed because it's raining like crazy.
I came back home right before it started to pour.
I wanted to say I was sorry for not checking on you lately.
I'm stupid, you did so much for me last night and I didn't even ask you how you were doing.
I am genuinely sorry and I hope you're doing fine.
I love you.
Good night.
Xx.

You locked your phone as your tears were leaving a bitter taste on your lips again.