Chapter 1

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"I don't love you anymore Sungie." those words continuously rang in his head. The black sea of night engulfed the city swiftly. The bustling slowly died down as people went back home safely. No stars came out tonight. It didn't matter however when there were the luminescent street lights to guide you around the lanes. As stores began to shut, people returning back for sleep, Jisung still wondered about. Hoodie above his head and hands in his pockets. Dispirited and visible steam exhaled from his mouth. He had his head down to prevent strangers from recognizing the droplets dripping from his distressed face. To passers-by, Jisung just looked like a rebellious teenager, not knowing where to go and wandering around the streets for fun. However, Jisung did know where he was going, feeling sad and wanted to relieve his stress. No one ever cared about who or what he was about to do at these abandoned streets late at night.

  Jisung was walking roughly on the ground, almost going to break it. More droplets appeared in his eyes and it soon flowed out of his eyelids to the ground. All the feelings of the incident that he encountered just a few minutes ago flowed out, disguised in the droplets. His breath was hitched as it hurt to cry out those feelings. Jisung couldn't take it. The pace of his footsteps started to ascend. He needed to get to the bridge as soon as possible. His legs were leaping at every step he ran. His stomach went topsy-turvy, making him feel sick. Jisung ran out of the city area, to a quiet bridge above a calm river. Jisung arrived, panting harshly, hands grasping his knees tightly. He went over to the safety railings of the bridge and vomited his emotions out.

  After that little fiasco, Jisung wiped his mouth softly with the sleeve of his jacket. He looked up at the sky, feeling sullen at its emptiness. He stared back down at the plain, concrete ground, feeling distraught. Everything felt so empty and lost. Jisung felt as if his body was floating in mid-air, gravity never existing ever. His head soon vibrated, making his body move drunkenly. Jisung soon fell to the ground, legs brought up to his chest and arms wrapping around it to keep it tight. It was a pretty cold night since his face was as solid as stone. Well, at least he didn't need to feel the hot tears falling from his cheeks. Jisung breathed in the chilly and cursed air, trying to find a form of relief from it. It was a fail however.

"Lee Minho," Jisung said, breath shaky, "you're such a bastard."

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