𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒐 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 : 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆

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[Important A/N before we start.]
Sorry for the sudden and extremely quick update, but I felt like chapters 10 and 11 should have been uploaded together back to back verses me making you wait.  Now:

This chapter is darker than most others, there's no comedic relief and it's only meant to be taken seriously. This chapter is meant to portray a trait of one of the characters that hasn't been completely touched on yet. The character - I'm not saying who yet - is not mentally stable, and thus their actions do not define them as a person. 

Neither Mingyu nor Wonwoo have a healthy mindset throughout this story, and though it slowly gets better, mental illness is a serious thing and doesn't just go away.

I've never explicitly said what Disorders the characters have solely because I don't want to paint the illnesses in only one color. Mental Disorders are experienced differently for everyone, these unnamed one are based off of my personal experience and my best friends experience.

I also wanted to say that, there's no smut/sex scene in this story. It's implied once nothing more!

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Guilt is something that very few people can ignore.

Unlike sadness or anger, it doesn't fade at the call of a lover or friends plea. No, guilt eats you, it decays your mind and body like a disease.

Guilt has many forms, it comes from a wide variety of situations. The guilt of a lie, the guilt of a close death, the guilt of a cheater.

Mingyu is guilty.

It started off as a kiss, something that could be taken as something small and insignificant. But it made his heart squeeze and pinch, and after a while of thinking and stooping it over it angered him.

But he wasn't angry about the actual press of lips, he's angry about the circumstances.

The guilt eats him whole as he all but drags Wonwoo behind him, towards his cold and unloved house.

He doesn't believe in those bullshit stories of seeing fireworks when kissing someone special and he doesn't think those books that middle aged women read about the dashing man falling for the beautiful women could be any further from the truth. That's not how the real world works, there's no magic between lovers and love at first sight doesn't exist.

Wonwoo still stumbles behind him, silent and keeping pace with his on steps.

Mingyu reasons that the way his fingers burn over their place around Wonwoo's wrist is because his body temperature is up three degrees.

Once his house comes into view he slows down a bit, just a hair. He's beginning to feel conflicted, his plan faltering before his eyes with each step they take.

Guilt is a fucked up emotion.

He takes a deep breath, loosening his harsh grip on the seniors wrist drastically, and pulls his keys from his pocket.

The house is cold, it's always cold. It's not a home, it's a house.
But for once he doesn't focus on that, not with Wonwoo behind him.

Mingyus bedroom brings a new emotion to the boiling cauldron inside of his chest. Is laces itself with the guilt that's licking at him like fire, sadness.

It amplifies once he's pushed Wonwoo to stand in the middle of the room and met his eyes.

His silence is explained by the glassy look in dark brown eyes, the blank and unfocused stare.