Your Love is Unkind

Hangovers

I wake up the next morning with a ringing in my ears and loud thumping. Almost feeling a sense of remorse for the night before but only regretting the fact that I didn't make Subin mine. I'm filled with the memories of his finger tips and consider stroking my "ego" a bit before washing up. That is until I'm reminded that Byungchan is right there next to me and the sudden emotions die down.

The visible evidence on the other hand is hard to hide and I decide a trip to the bathroom should fix that right up. Byungchan remains unbothered as I roll off the side of the bed.

The entire hallway is quiet except for the creaking wooden floor under my feet. And like clockwork, Subin's door cracks open, and he drags himself out bashfully. Meeting my eyes only after looking at the floor first. "I might have made a mess in there," he gently speaks, as if we were strangers.

I could tell from the sickening look on his face, Subin had spent the morning throwing up. And anyone else would say he deserved it, but I couldn't kick him while he was down. Not while he needed me, and just as I step closer his legs give in. I catch him in my embrace and he extends his arms past my neck. His eyes heavy, his lips pouty, and there's no way my heart won't melt.

I make my way slowly to his bed. Although he wasnt light as I thought, It felt like he could break in my arms. Even a sick Subin was more beautiful than any one I had seen. Laying him down, I think, there's no way I can leave him now and so I stay.

Willing to sacrifice my Saturday just to sit here in silence and watch him breathe.