#antibcdy

cain: pleaseeeeee

richie: hello bitch

     hyemi smiled to herself,  slipping her phone back into her pockets.  it was  arrogant  of her to believe the other would drop everything just to come to her rescue  ---  but hyemi  knew  they would.  it’s just how the two of them worked.

a door opens  &  his heart stops. clothes are  scattered  across the other’s floor, jerked out of his carry-on while he was looking for something,  anything  that could make him feel better      give him the  strength  required to get through this day. when it’s over, he’ll go home  &  fall apart, with no  witnesses  around. but for now, he bears his father’s voice  replaying  on a loop in his mind. i’m sorry changsun,  his voice cautious,  we found out this morning that she passed away last year.  end call.  last year  ?  the realization sinks in       he’d been angry at his dead mother for a year.  &  now, that he has made up his  stupid  mind, it’s too late. deep breath. he has to get through this day.  (  he does not realize, however, he had to get through the next  too.  &  the rest of his life.  )  he had a bump an hour ago, when he received the phone call  ;  but, he needs more. he isn’t able to face the comedown, the  heart-breaking sadness  that is sure to come. that’s what cain is  frantically  searching for as jaeson steps into his room. he lifts his head.  blood-shot eyes,  pupils dilated      a  tell-tale  sign. he’s caught red-handed.  ‘  oh       morning, derulo. i was looking for       underwear  ? ’  terrible lie. it comes out as a question, not an  explanation  of the mess the room was in. hopeful he wouldn’t notice, cain changes the topic.  ‘  is it time for breakfast  ? ’  it’s 11:45 am.

cain: i think i never wanna see turkey again cain: or my family for that matter cain: i don’t think i’ve ever been more happier to be back @ school cain: hbu, did u enjoy ur break, derulo ?

       gaze is caught on one thing, more so —— one person. yoona certainly hadn’t kept track of their previous encounter. more so it had been erased from her memories (     that all came crashing back down as her eyes held onto the others.     )  arms cross across her chest, an action that felt disgustingly familiar. words that had threatened to bubble over being swallowed harshly as she rushes to gain a small bit of composure. voice hard, pretending as if her heart hadn’t sunk as soon as she noticed them. “ been a while, what’re you doing back here ? ” ( @antibcdy )

omg fuck u i’m traumatized.