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@taeyeon He felt burdened at the title, the tightness expanding further to crush what remained of his battered heart. Jeongguk wanted to carelessly smile while embracing Taeyeon without any reservations and providing selfless comfort. But this never-ending cycle of always giving had taken away a major portion of his self, leaving behind nothing more than a miserable carcass. The sunflower always facing the sun had finally withered from excessive heat. The scorching touch wrapping around his arm caused him to wince as he took a step back, mindful to create some space betwixt them as he tried to remove her arms from his.

"I will take you home, Taeyeon." He spoke dryly, as he swallowed back the venom boiling in his throat as he grabbed her wrist, evidently reluctant to initiate any skinship.

'Never been good enough. Never been good enough?' Jeongguk repeated in his head spitefully. And when was he going to be good enough for this cruel woman in front of him? When was he going to come in terms with the fact that his childhood friend never saw him as a man?

Maybe he was a masochist, because despite the countless times Taeyeon had hurt him, from laughingly brushing off his confession to blatantly ignoring his presence until he'd promised to not interrupt her dates. Jeongguk would always come back running when he received a single call from her. Sighing tiredly, Jungkook halted to kneel infront of his friend. "Get on. It's getting late and I don't want you to trip over your heels."

@jeongguk ₂ Taeyeon really thought that she already ran out of tears but the droplets of tear running down from the corner of her eyes when the same image repeated inside her head like some kind of endless reminder of her never could be good enough for anyone. When she was about to reach out for another shot, her hand hung in the air eyebrow furrowing in disapproval before whipping her head to find a familiar face looking at her. Her lips started to curl into a smile by the sight of him, stumbling slightly on her steps when he pulled her up from the bar stool.

"Oh, isn't this my savior himself." She hiccupped slightly and her arms came to wrap around his, trying to support her own body by clinging against him. She did not know why he still try to fix her mess when all she did was hurting him countless times. She did not understand why it couldn't be him when he had been treating her anything but good. Part of her trying to convince herself that because she did not want to ruin their friendship, another part of her too scared to cross the safe line between them.

She could handle losing her 'ex' boyfriends but the thought of losing him in the future because he might think that someone else was much better than her scared her. Even though she knew that he was nothing like them but the fact her relationships were never working out, she started to believe that there was something really wrong with her. "Guk, am I really never been good enough for anyone?" She slurred in her drunk state, her vision turned slightly blurry as both of them made their way out of the bar.

In her sober state, she would never show her weak side to people including you. But whenever she was in affect of alcohol, her emotions turned into a complete mess that she could barely control it. She always regretted it in the next morning but it was her only way to ease the pain, even for just a moment.

@taeyeon Cold.
The brumal wind percolated deep within the calcified bones and wicking heat from his body as he marched forward, he could return back to the warm duvet and crinkled bedsheet impressioned by his body shape, still. Pulling the jacket closer to his chest, Jeongguk zipped until it touched his chin while his head buried inside the collar. The blocks pass in a blur, spare a few souls scuttling towards their cozy houses, perhaps.

Finally, Jeongguk thought pushing the familiar glass door ajar with fingers that had gone numb from cold. His eyes frantically cruised inside the bar until he found his person of interest as tension gradually dissipated from his rigid frame, shoulders going lax when he spotted his friend. Alone, drowning another shot of liquor like water, again.

Regardless of the crestfallen expression on her face, she was beautiful. Her oval face slightly lighter than ivory while roseate blush dusted her cheeks, buttoned nose above her delicate mouth pressed into an unhappy downward curl. Jeongguk's stomach churned when he saw tears streaming from Taeyeon's eyes and wet her face. Instinctively, he rushed towards his friend taking off his jacket to drape over her petite shoulders. "Enough." Jeongguk stated as he snatched the shot glass from her possession and set it down on the table-top.

The pack of six beers may have took out the sadness that presided in his heart, though fleetingly, because now the melancholy had returned with thrice the effect.

'Why can't it be me?'
The same question irked his mind, countless insomniac nights tossing and turning in the darkness of his bedroom. Sighing tiredly, his hand outstretched, fingers curling around Taeyeon's wrist carefully as if he was scared of breaking her. "Let's go home, Taeng." Jeongguk's said monotonously as he whipped he head towards the counter, raising his other hand to scribble in the air then offered a small smile when the manager (a close acquaintance of his) nodded.
'Write it on my tab.' he meant before turning his attention back on his friend, tugging on her hand gently. "Can you stand up by yourself or should I carry you?"

@jeongguk ₂ Taeyeon thought that this time his love life finally working out for once. She experienced so many failed relationships that she she believed that she would become numb but it still hurt just like the first time. She really loved the guy but of course he had to break her heart, making her feel that there was something wrong with her to choose to sleep with another woman. Did she not satisfy him enough? Or was there something else from her that made her worthy to be cheated on? She wasn’t really sure.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the glass with a strong boost she asked from the bartender earlier inside. She already dawned a few shots, sending a satisfying burning sensation on . It was just like an ever ending pattern and she was stuck inside some kind of loop with no way out. She did not even cry anymore, she tried to not to feel and pushed it to the back of her head. But the emptiness and the hollow in her heart was even scarier than when her chest clenched painfully from the heartbreak.

At a time like this, she always came to one person to lean on. But this time she hesitated to call him. She was not stupid that she had been hurting him countless times because of this. The other already confessed his feelings to her so many times but she brushed him off every times. She just did not want to ruin the friendship between them and she also was not sure if she even deserved him when she countlessly breaking his heart. Maybe that was why she got the karma.

But her drunk mind decided to dial the familiar number and when she heard his voice, huge wave of sadness washed over her and felt like the walls that she built around her slowly breaking. “Can you pick me up?” She whispered as her grip on the phone tightened, swallowing the lump on his throat when she heard the rejection on the other side. She was about to apologize but the phone already dead with the information of the younger male will come to her. She ran her hand on her face in exasperate manner, getting frustrated at her own pathetic self of dragging the latter into this with her.

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Eventide befalls upon the land, darkness embroidered with myriad glimmering stars as if black sequins stitched on a train of an elaborate dress. The tree growing on the backyard yielded under the cold wind's ruthlessness, it's branches tapping on his bedroom window while black irises lazily drift away towards the shadow casted upon ivory wall on the opposite side. With back pressed against the mattress and a beer can in his right hand, his legs overhang from the bed's end as he sang along with the music playing on the radio, mumbling as he failed to recall the lyrics, perfectly. The radio statics was gradually becoming more apparent, Jeongguk groaned reluctantly pushing himself off the bed while taking another swig of the beer.

"." He muttered as he took the last unsatisfactory gulp of his beer. It was at this instant that his phone vigorously buzzed back to life inside his pocket. Sighing aloud, he retrieved the phone and checked the name flashing on the screen trying to ignore the tightness spreading with his rib-cage as if someone was squeezing his lungs.

Taeng ♥
His index finger hovered over the screen, moving back and fro on the 'accept' and 'decline' button, contemplatively.

"Hello.
Are you drunk again, Taeyeon?
No. I am not coming to pick you up again." Jeongguk asked sounding a bit exasperated as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. He should have been accustomed to such calls, however every time this happens, it felt like he was losing himself a bit each time. He kept gnawing on his bottom lip, brows knitting as he grew increasingly concerned before sighing again. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Just stay there and don't do anything stupid." He warned already scurrying towards the door as he grabbed his wallet and jacket.

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