•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Chaerin was tired.
It had been a week since the incident and Seonghwa had gotten up, refused to talk to her (mostly anyone actually), and happened to sucker punch poor Hongjoong.
He had practically gone MIA, which was what concerned her most.
When her hefty paycheck was supposed to come, it never did.
Yeosang has gone to one therapy session, he claimed it useless. He always came back emotionally and mentally drained as if the sessions were taking away more than they were giving.
San has forgiven him, props to Wooyoung making the two talk it out. Now the townhouse officially had the three musketeers. Yunho and Mingi still practically hated him, Jongho was indifferent.
That was until Yeosang came back from his last therapy session. He had been driving himself back and forth, posing as a business sector.
Yeosang was overall traumatized from the therapy and exhausted. He never really thought that talking to someone who had no understanding of system and no clue of his position could help.
At the same time it didn't. It just made it clearer of how shitty everyone's lives were. It made it clearer that he was a big reason.
Sitting behind a desk while corrupt women and men whisper in your ears telling you to enforce something or kill someone. Telling you to try and infiltrate the South Side or lower the percent of middle class. Change the school system and get rid of design. Make the system tighter and such.
Yeosang always blew them off.
But now that his attention was called more to it, he couldn't help but shake the thought that he wasn't the highest person in the city.
He was trained to be President from when he was not even ten, before he got his sector. How did they know, what made them decide?
Because they decided wrong.
Thinking this as he walked through the front door gave him a tremendous headache, his head pounding more as he stalked into the kitchen. Lights were spinning as his neck began to ache. Each step or breath made an erupting sound in his ear of that he wish he could drown out.
"Yeosang," Chaerin said as she came down the stairs to see sweat dripping down his forehead.
Yunho looked back from the TV as a tear dripped from Yeosang's eye. Confusion bloomed on San's face as Yeosang let out a sob.
"Yeosang," Wooyoung called, but to the President the calls were wobbly and static.
Jongho immediately knew what was happening and lunged forward from his seat at the kitchen peninsula.
Yeosang was passed out cold and trembling in Jongho's arms, his smaller frame being lifted by the younger boy.
Chaos bloomed as the occupants of the townhouse rushed towards their roommate.
"What happened," Hongjoong said as he glanced at Jongho.
"He sucks at life apparently," the boy said dryly before picking up Yeosang like a sack of potatoes and carrying him up to his room.
