it was the middle of the week, 3:48am and you just came home after a heated, long argument with your boyfriend. well, now ex boyfriend. you were together for a while now; around 2 years? yet he, on a random wednesday, decided that it was just "not it". you tried to fix it, ask for any other reasons, but he didnt feel like giving you answers you deserved. only the already old getting "its not you, its me"'s and "dont blame yourself for this"'s. and what did you do? blame yourself for it, obviously. and went to a bar.

that bar you usually went to with him on late fridays, laughing your asses off and making out like there was no tomorrow. yet this time, it was only you. your makeup all over your face, hair messy and even slightly tangled, eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying. the familiar bartenders comments didnt help as well. 'what, alone tonight?'... you wanted to tell him to fuck off. instead, you just ordered half the stuff and tried not to break down in a public space.

you felt your phone buzzing but ignored it, not in the mood for your friends gossips and story times. it wasnt that, though. it was the purple haired guy who you called your best friend, Su–bong. you always answered to his several minute lasting voice messages where he complained about video games you had no idea about within seconds, so something felt off.

after around 4 unanswered calls you decided to put your phone on do not disturb, since it was pissing you out EXTREMELY due to your state. tho when you saw it was him, you decided to at least leave him a message. 'chang dumped me' was enough for him to grab his keys and jump out of his apartment, checking your location.

when he arrived you were a drunk out of your mind, sobbing mess. he immediately spotted you, pushing through the crowd and looking at you with a sigh.

"yea- no. the partys over for you.."

he murmured, grabbing your shoulders and carefully making you stand up. he glanced at the bartender with yet another, long sigh, taking out his wallet and throwing an easily overstated amount of money on him, helping you walk out.

"you really have nothing in that little, pretty head of yours, huh..."

he murmured, leaning your wobbly body against the bars wall, taking out his phone and ordering a taxi. you were too weak to even realise what was going on, so you just obeyed, quietly sobbing while he talked with the driver. he wrapped his arm around you, patting your shoulder and letting you drool all over his neck while he put his phone back in his pocket.

"..come here, its okay. he was ugly, anyway... and poor."

he muttered the last part basically to himself, pulling you closer and patting your back softly, locking you in a somehow comforting embrace.

the taxi arrived a few minutes later. 'poor guy' he thought to himself after looking at the driver, helping you get in the car.

"the things i do for this woman–"

he murmured before giving him his places address, giving him a sheepish smile and trying to calm your borderline feral cries down a bit.

"..dont you dare throw up in here."

he whispered to you, sighing. you didnt even hear it. yeah, this would be a looong drive..