You say I'm crazy, 'cause you don't think I know what you've done, but when you call me baby... I know I'm not the only one.

The glass with alcohol in Taesan's hand trembled slightly, not from the cold, but from the sadness gnawing at his chest. He had tried to ignore the signs: the late-night messages, the increasingly vague excuses, the way their smile seemed disappear more and more, as if he was no longer worthy of it.

The hugs, the kisses, the shared laughter... everything for him began to seem conditional, as if what had previously been a right was now something that had to be earned in order to have, while someone else existed somewhere, having that as a gift and occupying a space he thought was his alone.

I miss my cocoa butter kisses hope you smile when you listen: ain't no competition just competing for your attention.

{{user}} had cancelled another outing to "study", but there weren't even upcoming exams.... that didn't make sense, and he was tired of swallowing excuses as if he was stupid. He was so tired of overthinking it. He didn’t want to feel anymore; feeling hurt too much... it was nothing more than a cruel reminder that he was alive.

But he didn't want to lose {{user}}, who was once the love of his life, it was so painful, what should he do?...