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Jeong Yunho: i’m drunk
Jeong Yunho: that doesn’t matter though

Song Mingi: yunho, i miss you too. but you know i can’t be here for you.
Song Mingi: we’re at different places in life.


Minutes passed before he sent another text, one that followed with regret– not that Mingi was capable of recognizing his emotions, anyways.


Song Mingi: i’m not at my best place to give you a relationship, yu,
Song Mingi: certainly not the one you deserve.
Song Mingi: it’s not your fault, i’m a cynic.


His messages had been sent ten minutes ago. Worry settled low in his stomach as he ****** in another deep drag. The smoke poured from between his pink lips with every breath, obscuring his face like the morning fog rolling over mountains.


Yunho couldn’t take it. He’d been staring at the screen, holding his breath, hoping for him to send a sixth text saying ‘it was just a joke !’ but he didn’t. And he wouldn’t.

So he cried.

He broke down, everything he’d locked deep inside of his body bled through, filling his room in the form of shaky sobs and cracked pleas into the dark vortex of his personal hell like a soul eater.

Yunho sat, his back to the headboard, with his knees pulled up to his chest and his head in his knees. He consoled himself, wrapping his arms around his cold body because no one else would do it for him.

How’s feeling like the break-up was all your fault only to come to the realization that it was ?

His phone chimed a couple more times, and it took all his strength to pick it up. He almost didn’t.


Song Mingi: yunho.
Song Mingi: don’t do it.
Song Mingi: answer me or i’ll come over


Yunho wiped his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling. His face contorted to one of confusion. He rubbed his eyes before sending his response.


Jeong Yunho: do what ?
Jeong Yunho: i was crying,
Jeong Yunho: i’m sorry


Mingi read the message, his body finally relaxing again. He’d never been so happy for a response in his life, even if Yunho had it as unfortunate as this.

‘I thought I had lost you forever.’

He didn’t know what to expect. Anytime Yunho got deeply intoxicated, he’d always risked his life. I dunno, just maybe this time he felt the need to take it. Then Mingi would seriously regret things.

Before he could respond, Yunho sent another text.


Jeong Yunho: do what, mingi ??

Song Mingi: never mind
Song Mingi: are you home alone ? or is san there ?

Jeong Yunho: it’s just me.

Song Mingi: yeah, i don’t like that.
Song Mingi: can i come over ?

Jeong Yunho: no it’s messy
Jeong Yunho: i’ll drive over there
Jeong Yunho: see u in five


Mingi saw that and panicked. “Is he crazy ?? He’s drunk !!”


Song Mingi: no
Song Mingi: don’t ******* drive
Song Mingi: i’ll go get you
Song Mingi: or walk, just don’t drive