The sharp speeding of silver Acura was heard throughout the empty streets of Korea. The young man kept on pressing on the gas; he had to relieve anger, hurt, and betrayal. He gretted his teeth. He felt tears leak through his pants, shirt, and they fell on his cheeks. He quickly brought up a hand and wiped them away. He sniffled and kept on driving. he absolutely wanted to die. How could he do that to him? Of all the people he thought that wouldn't hurt her, it just had to be"him." His sleek phone rang, and he looked down at the Caller ID, he chuckled bitterly as he wanted to throw his phone against the window and run it over. When the phone kept repeatedly ringing, and the photo of the caller kept on showing up, he finally pulled to the stop at a street curb. He wiped his tears away and cleared his throat. He picked up his phone and pressed the accept button. "Hello?" he asked as he swallowed thickly and felt hot tears push their way out of his eyes. His dark brown orbs blinking in the sharp city lights that paraded around seoul. "Hey sungjong, where are you? You didn't come home today at five like you usually do." Sungjong felt silent tears slip out of his eyes as he used the word, "home", like it mattered, like he mattered. "Oh, I got caught up at work, and then one of my friends asked me over to help him with something, so I'm heading home right now." Sungjong said and he sighed. "Alright, have a safe drive home; I have a surprise guest for you to see when you get home." Sungjong noticed the excitement in his voice, but he still silently cried. "Okay, I'm coming home right now, I "love" you." Sungjong replied, but he heard him hang up already. he hung up and threw his phone in the passenger seat. He wiped his tears with his expensive suit sleeve and blew his nose in a tissue. He shoved the key in the ignition and started driving to "their home". In fact, he had gotten off of work early today; he had finally finished the reports for the week and decided to surprise him by coming home early, since he took off work today. He was the manager of his own corporation anyways. His eyes started to water again as he thought about what happened when he came back "home". "Flashback:" "Sungjong gently opened the door to their home. he smiled and chuckled softly, as once again, his fiancée of two years forgotten to lock the door after he left. His shoes didn't make a sound at all as he slipped them off and put them in the shoe rack. His covered feet were quiet as he dropped off his bag in the couch and made his way to the bedroom." "Sungjong was somewhat surprised to find that their bedroom door had been shut, but he couldn't care less, Myungsoo was probably taking a nap. He opened the door only to cover his mouth in horror." "There was his fiancée, , on top of his secretary. Lee Sungyoel, Sungyoel was such a nice boy, but Sungjong had noticed that Sungyoel had been flirting with him. Myungsoo seemed to not notice it." "Sungjong watched as his fiancée kissed Sungyoel just as passionately as he did with Sungjong and Sungyoel asked him, he was as well underneath." ""Do you love me, myungie?" Sungyoel asked in a sultry voice, his pink lips parted, both of them were sweating. Sungyoel's open mouth was closed with a harsh kiss. Sungjong stood there in shock. His lips trembled, he felt his whole body shake, but he stayed." "Myungsoo seemed to look at Sungyoel with loving eyes as he caressed Sungyoel's face." ""Of course I love you Sungyoel." Myungsoo said as Sungyoel leaned up to kiss him, and then fell back down." ""Do you love me more than Sungjong?" Sungyoel asked and Myungsoo smiled sweetly at him." "I love you more than anything in this world, even Songjong." Sungjong had closed the door again quietly and then grabbed his bag, and his shoes, and ran the hell out of his house. he was crying now as he got into his car. he sat at the steering wheel for minutes before he screeched off lively into the streets. Where was he going to go? he decided to go to a local café and just sit there." Sungjong arrived home; he looked at the doorway and sighed. he shoved his keys, and phone in his pocket and got out of his car. Sungjong then walked up to his house and then leaned against the door; he sighed, and took a deep breath, told himself not to cry, and then opened the door. He was met with the smell of spaghetti, his favorite; he closed the door quietly, and heard the lively chatter of two people, his fiancée and Sungyoel. Sungjong had quietly slipped off hes shoes again, remembering what he had witnessed only hours ago. He walked over to see Sungyoel and Myungsoo drinking wine, fully clothed, and having a decent conversation about the local amusement park that opened up. Myungsoo heard the footsteps of Sungjong and looked up, and gave him a smile as he got up and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey Sungjong , you remember sungyeol right? he came by to deliver paperwork, so I thought he should stay for dinner, you're alright with that right?" Myungsoo asked as he wove his arms around Sungjong and Sungjong was quiet. Sungjong looked at Sungoel who was giving them a sweet smile. Sungjong looked at his surroundings and then gently went out of Myungsoo's arms with a nervous laugh. "Of course he can stay; it's such a nice thing of you to do inviting him over to dinner. I suspected you cooked?" Sungjong asked as he made his way to the kitchen and opened up a cabinet and grabbed three plates. He felt like smashing each and every plate he saw in his site, yet, he held a firm grip as he wiped the tears away again. Sungjong had started to walk down the hall and he saw myungsoo and Sungyoel rubbing their feet against each other, and they seemed to "close". He was quiet as he watched them, and then Songyoel whispered something and Myungsoo smirked as he kissed sungyoel passionately. They separated immediately and Sungjong didn't realize slhe had dropped the plates on the tiles, the sharp sound of breaking was apparent, only, Sungjong felt something else breaking. He sunk down to his knees, the sharp corners of the broken pieces cut through his pants and he sat there as myungsoo and sungyoel rushed to his aid. Sungjong's legs were torn up, and had started to bleed. Sungjong had his head bowed down as Myungsoo pointed Sungyoel to the kitchen to get a broom and sweep up everything. Myungsoo kneeled down to hug sungjong, not feeling him tears leak through his shirt. "It's okay sungjong; everything's going to be alright." Myungsoo said in a soothing voice and Sungjong heard it as Myungsoo soothingly rubbed his back. Sungjong remained quiet and looked up to see Sungyoel glared at Sungjong with angry eyes as he swept away the glass. Sungjon wish he had a voice, but his throat ran dry, no words could emit the pain. Sungjong sniffled quietly as the tears gushed down his cheeks. Sungjong wiped the tears away and sat there, hoping to feel comfort again, but he couldn't. Sungjong cried more