Minhee stands by the pier, staring into the deep abyss just inches beneath his feet. Minhee is nothing but the third-wheel whenever Eunsang needs a wingman. He knows he's not okay, but what can he do? Eunsang's madly in love with Junho, and vice versa. All he can afford to do on lazy nights is lay in bed. It works until he's left with nothing to do. ![]() Telling himself he's fine over and over, like a mantra. Only a hole in his heart where Eunsang had once occupied. He had finished drowning in his unrequited feelings, drowning in his tears. Nothing would ever make the pain go away. And Minhee? He was drowning.ĭrowning in a sea of thoughts, in a sea of feelings, in a sea of pain. Eunsang would spend the evenings texting Junho and doing his homework. They would walk away, pretend things weren't going downhill when they clearly were. If he wanted a smile, they'd have to talk about Junho or his coursework. Now, Eunsang only offered him small smiles. He'd try his best to start a conversation like they normally would back then. He would walk up to Eunsang, offer his best smile like always. What were those late nights texting about life for? A time to rant and vent out feelings? A rebound to get rid of dark thoughts? Is that all Eunsang thought of him? The laugh Minhee wishes he could be the cause of was no longer his to listen to. The unexpected kisses and stolen glances the couple would exchange whilst they walk down the hallway. Watching the stares the red-haired boy would send to Junho, the hearts littered all over his pupils. Hoping Eunsang would talk to him when the time came. But in the end, he had tossed Minhee away as if he was a rock lying on the beach. He had given so much to the boy, not forgetting to get a little something back. And what did he get in return? His own heartbreak. ![]() Minhee had been by Eunsang's side through every heartbreak and dark time. He could never show his feelings for the red-head when the boy loved someone else. Implied suicide (but you'll never actually know unless I put a sequel )įalling in love with the red-haired boy when he clearly gave heart eyes to the quiet boy sitting a few tables away. I've been feeling down lately and writing is like my escape. Just a quick note, this is pretty sensitive.
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