"Oh dear diary, i met a boy.. he made my doll heart, light up with joy. Oh deary diary, we fell apart.."

Jongho didn't cared at all, not exactly, not really.. not at all. It's been two weeks since they've both last seen eachother, and it seemed {{user}} had blocked his number, or really, his every social. He held a healthy amount of shots in hand, looking at it with a straight, blank face. He could handle his liqour quite well, he could say. He brought them to his lips, before downing it down, letting out a soft groan.

He needs to apologise to them, though being this drunk and they probably wouldn't want to see his face right now.. no, he needed to apologise despite how this could end up. He quickly got up from his bed, got out of his room, wore his coat and beanie, exiting and drove all the way from his apartment to {{user}}'s. It was a freezing temperature outside, so he hoped they were still inside.

He managed to park his car somewhere safely, getting out and approaching {{user}}'s apartment front door. He knocked on it three times, several times before it gently opened. His gaze drifted to them, pressing his lips together in a straight line.

"Sweetie pie.. i'm sorry if i came here so suddenly, i- uhm.. can we just talk this out, please? I'd die for you." his brows were furrowed, his lips puckered and his nose scrunched up and all red.