𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁWooseok x Yutoㅁ

MinSugaAugstxD
Pentagon
Angst
Request

Shapes and colors mix together as the bright neon clashes with the dark corners of Yuto's visions.
His eye sight tunnels and refocuses, splatters of light bouncing off of the sparkles and random bits of jewelry on the dancer's curvy form.

Even as she moves across his lap, fingers roaming across his clothed chest like feathers gently swaying in the breeze he can't focus on her.

His finger twitches, the unfamiliar ache to hold the hand that no longer was there became overbearingly painful as he takes a large swig from the random bottle he had picked up from a table.

Struggling to stand, he manages to shuffle past the dancers and other men having a good time, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he uses his sleeves to aggressively wipe them away.

As he walks past he nods to the bartender, pressing a small wad of cash onto the corner of the bar before looking away and walking out of the lounge.

The bitter cold bites at his nose and puffy red eyes. The pain causing his eyes to only water more.

It was his fault, it must be? He wasn't sure at this point. All he knew was that Wooseok was gone.

Nothing else mattered anymore, he must had done something to deserve this, it was only a punishment to have to live without him now.

Yuto stumbles down the street, shoulder brushing against the rough brick wall occasionally as his balance and coordination suffers from the level of alcohol in his system.

I'm sorry.

Fresh tears stream from his eyes as he nears his apartment, the stairs being particularly challenging in his intoxicated state.

He fumbles with his keys, his body pressed against the door only for it to open inwards on him. His body lurches forward, falling into the arms of whoever was inside.

He looks up, making eye contact with cold brown orbs.

"Oh Yuto! It's so nice to see you! I was just helping Wooseok move out of this disgusting apartment."

His smile showed only hatred and malice, his drunken state couldn't really register it but it wouldn't really matter anyway.

He quickly stands on his own, stepping back and watching as Yanan and Wooseok walk out of the apartment with boxes in their arms.

"Mmn sorry."

He speaks quietly as they walk past, the door shutting with a loud echoing bang as they disappear down the stairs.

"I left my set of keys on the counter, me and Yanan cleared my things out. I won't be back."

Yuto nods silently, walking into his now very empty and cold apartment. Wooseok's keys, as he said, lay on the kitchen counter, the metal rapidly growing cold.

This is your fault.

Yuto sits down at the counter, hardly resisting gravity as his head and body slumps forward onto the counter, his hands clutching the keys to his chest as he cherishes the ghostly warmth.

You weren't enough, you didn't make him happy.

He had cried so much that night he was surprised when his eyes began to shed even more tears.

He wasn't happy, so he cheated... it's what unhappy people do right?

He had come to terms with what happened, but acknowledging what caused his pain definitely didn't mean the pain would go away.

He could only hope the alcohol could drown away his sorrows. If it didn't- maybe he would have to end it another way.

He sniffles once, wiping at his eyes again before taking another long sip from the now empty bottle.