Five years. Exactly. That had been the amount of time he had been able to call Seungjae his boyfriend, his lover. The entirety of his undergraduate career was spent loving him. A year of medical school, and then poof, it was gone, with no explanation. Nothing. But a simple text. On their anniversary night. Seungjae stood him up. Hell, they had even been living together, and the other never even came home. For a while, August had been a mess. Ghosting seemed unlikely when you were five years together and planning a future, but apparently, not impossible. He was hurt, angry, upset, yeah. Most of all, he was just confused. He had spent years wondering why. What had he done? Was he really that awful of a boyfriend that someone would leave him with no explanation? It fucked him up for a while. Even now, as he sat across from the said person (admittedly, who now donned red eyes and fangs) he couldn’t be angry. He couldn’t find himself to be angry.
His lips formed a thin line as he pulled them into his mouth, chewing at his lower nervously. After bumping into Seunjae again, and again, and inevitably coming to the conclusion it wasn’t accidental, August finally offered dinner. To catch up. To ask questions. But it still felt so awkward, quiet between them, in the quiet restaurant he had chosen specifically for the menu; they served vampire friendly food alongside human food. “Well,” he smiled, trying to make light of the situation. “You haven’t told me what you’ve been doing all these years? Tell me.” His mouth felt dry, nervous. He hated this. It had been years. He hated that they were strangers now, though, when they had been so, so close before.
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