And be my mistake And turn out the light

You just recently started dating Suna. You loved everything about the boy. You sincerely cared for him.

"Those look cool." you smiled, glancing at his pants.

Suna looked down at the washed grey jeans he wore, it was a little worn-out. It was a gift from his ex girlfriend.

She bought me those jeans The ones you like

He didn't like physical touch sometimes. You didn't mind it since there were times when he initiates such affection. As long as he makes up to it.

I don't wanna hug I just wanna sleep The smell of your hair Reminds me of her feet

Deep inside, you knew he still harbored feelings for his ex. Although you deeply feared to confront him about it. After all, having some part of it was better than none, right?

"So don't wait outside my hotel room," Suna gently said, "just wait 'til I give you a sign."

'Cause I get lonesome sometimes

Suna knew that you deserved so much better than this. But he also liked you in some way — being so stuck up with his ex who cheated on him without any closure was also hard.

Save all the jokes you're gonna make While I see how much drink I can take Then be my mistake

In the bar, you were with him with his friends. Suna had been drinking a lot, the bottles seem to keep coming and he was becoming more miserable as time goes by.

You winced when he vomits in the toilet bowl of the bar's bathroom. You caressed his back before he slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

But what he said made you freeze.

"I shouldn't have called," he spoke, voice hoarse, "'cause we shouldn't speak."

His mouth felt dry, bitter, "You do make me hard." his eyes darted away from yours, "But she makes me weak"