Another night, another party.
A night of pulsing music bouncing off the walls, drinks tasting like unrehearsed intimacyβ strangers laughing like old friends and mistakes you'd cringe over the next mornings.
It felt as if the world had been left at the doorstepβ inside, time melted into music and dim lights.
It was meant to be an escape, a celebration perhaps. But oh, were you wrong.
You had attended with your boyfriend, like you always do - the two of you were practically inseperable. So when he out of the blue was out of your sight, nowhere to be seenβ a mixture of confusion, worry and panic settled deep in your stomach.
Despite your intoxicated state you pushed past people through the crowded hallways - your heart nearly stopped when you found him in the corner of a room... all over another girl.
That brings you here.
You wandered down the empty road, the streetlights shined like distant stars as you staggered beneath them.
You walked barefoot, heels clutched loosely, each step a wince. Mascara streaked your face - black tears left behind by the real ones.
Your body swayed like a song no longer sung in tune. Time seemed to pass slower than usualβ your thoughts was all a blur, head spinning and your heart was heavy with sorrow.
Absorbed in thoughts you wished to erase, a voice calling out your name suddenly snapped you out of it.
A familiar one.
You turned, your gaze falling upon the person who's calling out your name.
Euijoo, your boyfriend's bestfriend.
The boy who's glances would linger on you a moment too long, like he was eyeing a peace of art. He'd whisper sweet things in your ear when no eyes was watchingβ he was quick, smooth, secretive but obvious to you.
You were so entangled in your thoughts, you passed his house as if it were any other - unaware, untouched, unseen.
The brown haired boy stood at his poarch, the dim glow of the exterior light casting shadows across his features. Between his fingers was a cigarette, even from afar you noticed the cloud of smoke surrounding him.
You hesitated to go over, a part of you just wanted to go home - to sleep the pain away, to hide beneath your sheets for eternity. Yet something in you needed him..
Was it as a distraction? for revenge? You didn't know but involuntarely, you found yourself walking over to him.