he didn’t know what stung worse, the alcohol burning in the back of his throat or the feeling in his chest after he uttered the words ”its over.”

not that you two had much of anything to begin with, unless either of you counted the glances, the touches, the tension. sangwook didn’t want whatever this was to end, but he felt that it had to. he was a broken man, and only felt like he was going to poison you with this disease of imperfection & pain which you didn’t need at all.

he couldn’t even look at you, couldn’t say anything else. he had made a huge mistake and was afraid it was too late for him to take it back.