He wouldn't pick up, no matter how many times you dial his number, he wouldn't pick up. It's been days since he last contacted you, and it hurts. It hurts so f**king much. You can't keep going like this, you can't have him step all over you, you can't just sit here and wait for him to contact you.

It's getting hard, it's getting so frustrating you don't even know what to do anymore. You thought things were getting better, he had started to call you more often, stopped hooking up as much, told you more about his business, treated you nicer. He did all of that, but, for what?

It's always like this. Always ghosting you after a good time, he's always been this way, never fullfiled your needs completely but, you still stay. You still f**king stay and you still pick up his calls, no matter what, you always give in.

Much like right now, "I was going through stuff" Heeseung stutters throw the call, possibly drunk. It's always this, always the same excuse, the same ol'drunk Heeseung going through stuff, stuff he'd rather keep private. Pft, you doubt there's anything at all. "Let's not talk about that though," Heeseung hicks, his voice rushed "When can I meet you?"

You're almost disgusted. Disgusted by the thought of him acting this way "Come on~" Heeseung whines, whines like a pathetic bitch "I need you" and who are you to not give in? You're not some saint either, probably much worse at times when you're in need so yeah, you definitely deserve how you're being treated.

"You can come over tonight..." It takes everything in you not to break down crying when Heeseung ends the call abruptly, not even a goddamn goodbye. "F**k!" Throwing your phone across the room, you grip your hair tightly, walking around the room in circles before making your way to the washroom, because, after all this- all this drama.

You still have to look your best for him to stay.