Forget Me ~ Jinyoon, Minyoon

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The phone rings, shrill and sudden. The tone is jarringly familiar. It's one that he is intimately acquainted with, one that he used to hear on a daily basis.

Now, it is rare. Few and far between. A bittersweet echo of happier times.

He knows, he knows he shouldn't pick up. This can only end in heartbreak. Tears. Agony born of frustration and what ifs, dragging him deeper and deeper down into an abyss he's been struggling so hard to crawl out of.

He picks up.

'Hello?'

'Hyung.'

There's crackling static. An ambulance siren goes off in the background. A PA announcement - 'Code Blue. Code Blue. ER 4.' Sounds of doors slamming and hurried footsteps.

At work, then. 2:30 in the morning, he was probably on call. Jinwoo hoped he'd had something to eat. He tended to forget sometimes.

'Seungyoon. This...please stop. It isn't good for you.'

I'm not good for you.

'Hyung, please.'

I don't think I ever have been.

'No, Seungyoon. We split, and now we have to move on. You need to stop calling me.'

You loved me anyway.

'...But you always pick up.'

Because I love you Jinwoo's heart whispered traitorously. I love you I love you I love you but now I don't have you and I keep picking up because that's the only way I can hear your voice. 

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