[completed] Yeosang has to come to terms with the fact that his life is no fairytale, not even a romantic novel - just another short story, fighting to stay above water in the bottomless ocean of so many others'. And in that ocean, he will have to r...
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"I need to talk to you. - Seonghwa."
Minutes have passed by, with Yeosang staring at the message on his phone, and the rush that had run through him when he first opened it has finally calmed down. But only a little. Locking and unlocking his phone several times, just to make sure he isn't just imagining things, while going through all kinds of scenarios in his head is on the edge to driving him mad.
Why in the world would Seonghwa text him out of nowhere, especially after what happened the last time? But the most important question is... Why does Yeosang feel so intrigued by this text? He shouldn't feel like this, he shouldn't feel anything when it comes to Seonghwa.
Nothing. Nothing is what he should feel.
But he just can't hold himself back. Maybe San was right after all? Maybe Yeosang will always be on the chase of something more. Something thrilling at least, something to make him feel alive. Even if it's going to hurt him.
Jun left Korea the night before, only two days after they slept together - marks and bruises still fresh on Yeosang's fair skin. Biting into his lip, Yeosang reads the text again, heart in his throat as his fingers start moving by their own free will - desperate for feeling just something.
"Why?"
"I just do. Text me your address, and I'll send a car for you."
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With each step down the dark hallway, in a hotel located in the sketchy part of town, Yeosang starts regretting his decision more and more. Sometimes he fears he might get small blackouts where his brain just shuts down, and he ends up making the worst decisions ever. And this is definitely one of them.
Hesitation tries to pull his hand back, as he raises it to knock on the door - a brief moment of doubt rushing through him, begging him to just go back home and watch Wheel of Fortune with Wooyoung and San. Not that the latter is someone Yeosang wants to spend any second longer than needed with. And so, he knocks on the worn out door in front of him.
"What do you want to talk about?" Sparing no time asking the question, in the most careless tone he can pull out, Yeosang leans against the frame of the door, as Seonghwa looks at him from the other side.
"Are you going to come in, or?" Seonghwa asks, raising a brow while waiting for Yeosang to react.
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Why did you come here then?" the older scoffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I'm not going to have this conversation with you in the hallway."
With a obvious, heavy sigh Yeosang finally walks through the door, passing straight by Seonghwa who slowly closes the door behind them. The sound of the door closing is like a wake up call, and Yeosang suddenly realizes what he is doing.
