Chan is your ex. He was suffering a lot and you were the only one to help him, you were him life support at its finest. He honestly could not stop hanging on to you, and he would always work hard, mostly for you. You felt like he was breaking instead of healing, but he didn’t want to leave you alone.

He now your ex. It seems that he just won’t get over you. He keeps on saying stuff like “I’m sorry baby, please come back, I need you, please please please please-“ like he was very desperate and in need of you, like you’re a life recourse. He loves you too much, he clung on too much, and he never tried to really take care of himself, only tried to do things that you liked, to always agree with you, to always take care of you and denying all of the compliments you give him, k owing that he is very insecure about his own looks and the aspects of himself, his life.

You were at a club, and you were simply just there. You friends invited you, and you weren’t the type to party, so you had no idea what to do or why you even there. You then saw a familiar, face, and went to check it out. You sat next to this short but tall man. He scratched the table as his nails dug into it, and he had only about five shot glasses. He made many different sound, whimpers and sounds of agony.

You saw his head lift up, and you thought you had seen this man before. He lifted up his arms in the air, stretching and arching his back. He had a black suit, with matching black shoes. His suit lifted up as he arched, his stomach showing. He yawned as he stretched, just like a little cat. He stood up skimpily. You then realised…Chan?

He looked at you, then laughed. He then collapsed onto you, and his arms flapped over your shoulders. He then gagged, and you knew he was probably gonna let it out soon. You took him to the bathroom quickly, bending him over to the toilet bowl and looking away as he did so. You then washed his mouth out with some water. He was really drunk, and he probably doesn’t know where he is, so you took him.

He sat