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Chapter Four

“He was one of my favorite people in the world. Good old, Youngmin-nim. I sure am going to miss him”

I snorted and rolled my eyes as I drank my last bottle of liquor listening to my best friend, Jongdae, a.k.a Chen on the chairs next to me trying to pick up one of the beautiful waitresses.

“OMO! Poor baby boy! That must’ve strike you so bad” she muttered, eating up all the bull Chen has been mumbling, as her hands ran over his hair

“I sure am, baby. I’m confounded. Essentially with anguish”

“Bworago? I didn’t hear what you said through the music” She yelled over him

I smirked and looked over her, trying to make some eye contact with Chen with my eyes, clearly wondering if what I heard really came out of his mouth.

With a smack on his lips and a smack on her , they both separated ways with Chen rotating his chair around back at me—taking a sip of his liquor.

“Aigooo Chen-ah. Youngmin-min hasn’t died yet. Even if he did, you hate him, what the hell is with all the anguish?” I reprimanded

Chen slammed his glass of liquor back at the table, now looking at me

“Have you forgotten that grief is nature’s most powerful aphrodisiac, Jongin-ah?” He questions

You see, Chen and I have been best friends ever since we were in pampers. Even though I’ve known him for so long already, I still am stunned at some things he always tells me.  The fact that he is a splendid pal who was always there for me at a time of need has helped me overlook his loathsome and man-whorish comportment most of the time.

Chen has called the bartender over and ordered more bottles of soju. At this rate, I would be going home with a stretcher. My organs are going to explode since I feel like its shutting down from so much liquor.

The bartender dispensed more alcohol into our glasses, as Chen grabbed them both, handing the other to me as he raised his up in the air. I halfheartedly did the same thing and tried to concentrate on holding it steadily while the whole vicinity swirled the other way.

Chen’s empty hand grabbed onto me, yanking me upright whilst my shot spilt all over the floor.

Umm, I guess that I was the one swirling and not the room.

“Before your face high-fives the floor, I’d like to make a toast. To my best buddy, Jongin. May he never fall prey to a two-timing who in addition to that is a gold-digging ”

I smacked him on the arm and whirl the words

“It’s Kai, you fool, Kai”

He nodded in acknowledgement so after that, we drank our shots and smacked the glasses back on the table

“Thanks for not ing her, Chen” I whisper, trying hard not to smear

“Hah. First of all, I would never a girl you are interested in, let alone someone you dated for a long period of time. Secondly, I would never accept a proposal from a bi-a-t-chhhh. I would never betray my . He has done no harm to anyone and he does not deserve the chastisement of her ”  

I sighed slowly

“My poor . He needs to be treated goodly. I should buy him a gift” I mumbled to myself

Discovering out my girlfriend of three years cheated on me a few days we were supposed to move in together was a huge pain in my . Not to mention, my as well.

Chen’s anguish counsellor returned, the waitress I talked about a while ago, and walked up to comfort him, interrupting my pity party for my . Damn that

At the same time, a haste of scent surrounded me as someone quickly passed by. I breathed it in instantly and the smell of flowers left me flabbergasted as it instantly got me reminiscing over that moment, 5 years ago.

“Oh my God, you smell so ing good. You smell just like my mother’s flowers in the garden. What are they called? Ahh, yes. Wisteria.” I whispered in her ear, as I pulled her extremely lenient body against my own

I swear to God, it felt like she did not have any bones at all. Like, where the are they? Am I still drunk? Did I sleep with a blow-up doll or something?

After lifting my lids open, the rays of sun has shined on my face, totally blinding me. Once my eyes have adjusted with the light, I looked on my arms and grumbled. No, I was no longer drunk, I was just enfolding a pillow.

I let go of it immediately and rolled onto my back as I flung my arm out the sides, as I looked up in the ceiling.

The girl was no longer here. She was gone.