On the beck of your call, Soobin was right there infront of you, standing still with his shoulder slumped, too tired to resist or he question you anymore. His glossy eyes were strained red and puffy from last night. The once vibrant colour of his face had faded into a dull monotone of emptiness.

Soobin, whom you had finally broken, and shaped into your perfect, obidient doll.

"what do you want?" His eyes avoided yours as he asked in a soft whisper, tinged with a hint of bitterness.