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Can time heal?

It's been two weeks, the longest two weeks for Yeonjun to withstand. I fucked everything up. He gazed at the red wine in his clear glass, tossing it side to side. He had been drinking these days profoundly due to immersing himself in his feelings of remorse.

"Get me some Vodka." Yeonjun slurred, pushing the glass toward him; the butler looked wide-eyed at his current state.
"Sir, you've run out of alcohol."
"What do you mean out?!" Yeonjun slammed his fist on the table, making the fork fall to the granite floor. "You've drunk all of your stock..."
"Go buy some more; buy as much as you can carry." He throws a black card toward him.

"Sir, I can't do that. You're going to die of liquor poisoning soon.." The Butler handed the card back. "I don't care! I'll go buy it myself!" Yeonjun stood up, grabbing his coat as he swayed. "Sir!" The butler grabbed his arm, and Yeonjun slung his arm off.

Yeonjun walked out the door into the nightly air and down the street toward the ABC store. (it's a type of liquor store.) He strolls inside the cold store, looking around the racks filled with all varieties and flavors of booze. He snatched the tall bottle of Vodka along with red wine and went toward the counter.

"Is this all?" The cashier asked, "Yes." Yeonjun slurred, handing him the card.  The cashier put the bottles in a bag, and Yeonjun walked out back into the depressing air. He felt his body struggling to stay upright as he walked back toward his house, his shoelaces becoming untied at the moment.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked behind him as Yeonjun rested against a streetlight.
"I'm fine!" He yelled, and the person quickly rushes away from him.  I'm not OK; I'm not.

Yeonjun felt his stomach becoming knots as he bent over, wanting to hurl everything out of his already alcohol-filled stomach. He hadn't eaten anything today, drink himself to the brink of passing out.  He bends over, coughing violently as he felt the burning sensation come up his throat. The alcohol is expelling its contents from his stomach. He felt severe pain in his head and his throat burning.

I overdid myself these days; what am I doing? Do I expect it to change anything? I'm so stupid. I ruined everything; I did. Yeonjun strolled toward the path, his feet taking him back to the beach. It's where he felt peaceful, nothing but the sound of waves throughout his ears.

The beach was empty, the sky a beautiful glistening color filled with bright stars tonight. He opened the bottle of wine, wanting to erase himself from the thoughts consuming his head. He felt as if he's drowning himself as he chugged the bottle, not letting himself breathe for a second.

If I drink myself to death, is that the only way to end this cruel pain? He looked across the sea for a few seconds, his cheeks feeling flushed by alcohol. Even though the breeze was cold, his face was warmed up by alcoholic fever.
He positioned his lips back on the bottle, chugging again while he closed his eyes. Even with closed eyes, he felt himself swaying in his black vision.  He finished the whole bottle and threw it beside him in the soft sand, and fiddled through the bag finding the Vodka.

He aggressively opened it and began chugging the potent liquid. The Vodka stench filled his nose, making it burn along with the burning of his throat.  It was painful, a pain he felt was justified to himself. As he was chugging the potent liquid, a hand reaches across, grabbing the bottle from him. Yeonjun pauses for a second realizing the bottle was gone, and snapped his head to the left.

There was Beomgyu, holding his prizes possession he just had."Give that back." Yeonjun reached toward him. "No, you're too drunk." Beomgyu took a step back, and Yeonjun brought himself to stand up firmly. "I said give it!" Yeonjun lifted his voice as he walked forward, attempting to snatch it from his hands but failed.