â cures for a broken heart.
âHE DID WHAT?!â He exclaimed in outrage and nearly knocking over the bottle of spirits settled on his coffee table as he stood up. Rage written clearly on his face, he paced for a moment around the small living space fuming. Profanities and curses falling from his mouth, it would have been clear to anyone who saw him, that he was upset at the news that he had just received.
Now, it wasnât often that Milo decided to stay home for the weekend. In fact, on most Friday and Saturday nights, he preferred going outâwhether it be on his own or with a friend or twoâto grab a few drinks, dance his heart out, or casually hook up with someone. But on the nights he did decide to stay in, it wasnât so much for himself, but rather for the sake of a friend. In this particular case, it had been for Heeyeon.
Noticing the demigoddessâs change in demeanor when heâd stopped by at Minx for a couple of drinks as well as to see her, he had pestered her about it for a bitâasked her what was wrongâand just as naturally saw through her words when sheâd told him she was alright. And with the nagging inkling strong in the back of his head, eating away at his conscience, he refused to let it go.Â
He waited until she finished her shift at the bar before grabbing her and more or less dragging her back to his apartment despite her protests. âI donât give a shit.â Heâd said earlier tugging her along behind him. âYouâre telling me whatâs up whether you like it or not.â
And a while laterâafter a shot or several on his partâheâd gotten her to talk about the things on her mind. Mainly her ex who he had just found out cheated on her. âYou gotta be kiddinâ me.â He said incredulously, smile fading from his face, eyes widening in disbelief. He fell silent soon after. At a loss for words in bewilderment and confusion before those emotions gave way to the fury he was experiencing right now.
He stood in the middle of his living room stock still with his fists clenching at his sides. His frame trembled with barely concealed anger before he wordlessly walked off and disappeared down the hallway to his bedroom. He was gone for no more than five minutesâthe sound of things being tossed about coming from the direction heâd left inâbefore he returned with a heavily decorated steel bat grasped in his left hand and a jacket hanging in his right.
âWhereâs his car, doll?â He demanded setting the bat down briefly to shrug his jacket on as well as poor himself another shot.