Staggering his way towards the couch, Jiyong held unto any furniture available. His sight clearly hazy due to the heavy load of liquor within his system and his long, unkept hair blocking his once shining eyes. 

  The Jiyong before used to be bubbly, gracing people with his cheerful gummy smile. His fashion in check, always wearing neatly pressed and clothes that are on trend. His hair done to perfection and his scent enticing women at bay. For short, he was a looker. Someone who would always grab the attention of others as he passes by. He would even be mistaken as a model or an idol most of the time!    Still, Jiyong catches the attention of others but not for the same reason. Now people would point at him in disgust, contrary to the awe he once was graced. His fashion now consists of dirty laundry, untidy and with stains from days, who knows how long before. His once musky and enticing scent that drove women in now drove them away, for the Jiyong now stinks. Luxury eu de toilets forgotten, as his scent now reeks of alcohol, sweat and smoke. His always styled and kept hair now long and sticky, courtesy of the days of not showering.   He slumped down with a tud on the sofa, covering his exhausted eyes with his arm.   He looked dead. He was dead.   She left him.   She's gone.   Tears rushed down his face as he remembered her face.   Her doe like eyes that shined bright, her cute nose that he would always find adorable as she would scrunch it up when she's pissed at him and her plump lips that he cherished deeply...   Sobs resonated the entire room, the pain of merely seeing her face within him wrecking havoc within his shattered heart. He clutched the pain within his hands, his tears spilling uncontrollably on his cheeks as curses spilled out of his lips. Hitting his chest repeatedly to numb the pain inside but the action remained useless for it only ceased to a greater height, like a fire that has been showered with gasoline repeatedly.   Everything felt so surreal.   One moment he was just cuddling with her in this same sofa but now he was all alone, weeping madly.

Just because of a simple misunderstanding, she left him. Left him with no trace or even a proper goodbye. She didn't even let him explain his side, that he and Chaerin were childhood bestfriends, and yes, Chaerin liked him but he only sees her as a sister. That everything was plainly platonic between them.    That she's the only woman in his life.   That she's the only woman he yearns, the only woman that his heart beats for.   But she just threw the ring at him, it bouncing helplessly on the concrete floor.    He was too stunned to move, too stunned to capture her in his embrace, to stop her from leaving, to fully beg her to listen and understand.    Her words were only ringing inside his ears like loud sirens but his brain seems to not process the loud information, it seems as if it was blocking the reality from ever entering to its abode.   "WAAAAAAH!!" He punched the sofa repeatedly, every hit coupled with screams of agony, his voice filled with pain. His tears hot as it gushed heavily, out of his eyes. It seemed as it it was never going to stop. His tears just kept flowing, his hits getting weaker and weaker due to exhaustion but his tears, it was unending.   The door creaked open as light shuffling disturbed the room filled with sobs and cries but yet he remained unknowing. He could only watch his bestfriend from afar, wincing in pain as he see his once jolly pal, the guy who he would rely on to be the mood setter, the guy who would always offer up a smile, a rare smile, to his beloved friends.   Now all he sees is a broken man.   And it hurts to be a witness of this travesty.   They would always urge him to be venture into a relationship deeper than a single night entangled roughly on a bed but he would always just laugh it off, saying that it was stupid. Love is stupid.   Now that he did fell in love and followed through their advice, he wants to kill himself. Kill himself for even uttering those words.   The one man who bowed never to fall in love, fell in deep, too deep to be exact that now he's broken into pieces. When the one woman that he showered his affection, the one woman who he risked his heart upon was the same woman he pushed him off the cliff of their affection.   Yongbae was shaken of his reverie as he heard a glass shatter. He rushed towards his line friend who was now seated on the couch, his head bowed down as his tears fell on the carpeted floor. He was clutching his right hand and upon closer inspection, he saw blood oozing out of a huge cut on his palm.    Yongbae rushed to the kitchen to grab a bunch of paper towels and searched for the first aid kit in the bathroom. Once he found it, he rushed back to the living area and sat beside his friend, grabbing his injured hand gently and silently nursed his wound.    Eery silence filled the room. The once sobbing man was left in silence, his eyes cast to somewhere unknown, his thoughts deep that only Yongbae could do is tend to his aid. After fixing up his wound, Yongbae placed Jiyong's hand back to his lap, laying it gently atop it.    He opened his mouth to utter a word. Anything, just any form of conversation. The silence is killing him. This is not the Jiyong he used to know, he wasn't the Jiyong they all used to know. This man sitting silently beside him, sunken eyes staring into nothingness is not Jiyong.   Jiyong suddenly affixed his attention to Yongbae, startling the man as he quickly organized his stray thoughts.   "Why?" Jiyong uttered. Yongbae could only stare at him, his eyes wanting to stray away from his intense stare but he knows he must not. He, as his bestfriend, should be there for him. Even when it pains to see him in this state. Jiyong's eyes started to water as he bit his lips to stop it from trembling.   "Why did she leave me? W-what did I do w-wrong? I love her bae, I-love her!"   All Yongbae could do was pacify his friend, gathering him in his arms and pray, pray to the heavens that he'll be okay.                                                                    A string of giggles erupted from her lips, her eyes casted in a blissful glint as she cuddled closer to me, her tiny frame pressed close to mine. I gathered her in my arms as I sniffed her hair, her scent sending wonderful chills through my entire body. I could feel her breath hitting through my as she but her lip to stop herself from giggling but remarkably failed making me chuckle. I drew lazy circles unto her exposed shoulder, a satisfied smile pasted unto my lips.    She withdrew her hold unto my waist and pushed herself up, her tiny arms supporting her body, my arm still casted on her bare shoulder. I could only look at her expectantly, her mischievous eyes baring her nasty thoughts. A guffaw of laughter erupted from my lips, shaking my head in response making her pout cutely, the same pout I can never ignore or even say no to. But for now, I must resist the temptation for obvious reasons.    "Why?" She whined, her voice truly adorable, her pouting lips drawing me to just comply with whatever that is inside her head.    "Baby, we just woke up and you," I stared directly at her eyes and circled my arms around her tiny waist."have to eat."    "Ehhh.." She protested, hitting the mattress in effect to show how she much disdained what I just said. I fought to keep a straight face, numbing myself to keep myself from laughing.    [grumble]    I stared at her wide-eyed making her cheeks rush pink as she dropped on top of me and grabbed the blanket to  cover herself in shame. I could only chuckle, finally letting it out as I patted her back protruding from her fortress. I swiftly removed it from her, uncovering her in a fetal position, her  face curtained by her locks, her hands hiding her beautiful face.    I could only grin as I tucked her hair behind her ears. I gently grabbed her hand that has been covering her face but knowing how stubborn she is, she resisted my attempt. An idea popped through my head, as a sly grin emerged from my lips. I leaned down, my lips just inches away from her ear.    "My baby is so hard headed.. Hmm.. I wonder what a good punishment for her will be?" I drawled in a sultry manner, my hand snaking its way through her nape, running down the small of her back, drawing lazy circles making her shiver in delight. I positioned my head towards her neck, blowing sensually at the her weak spot, a grin emerging from my lips as I trailed my other hand towards her hips, the other rested on the other side.    NOW!    I started tickling her  making her guffaw in laughter, her breath short and her face shining. I could only grin as I intensified my tickling, making her out of breath and shout words of surrender.  A satisfied grin emerged from my lips as I stopped her torture, making her rest her tired body against my frame. She s her arms around my waist as she mumbled inaudible  blabbers.    "What?"    Blabber, blabber.   "Babe, I can't hear you. Speak louder. "    "I SAID , YOU'RE SO UNFAIR!" She shouted, making me inch away from her, the shock from her sudden shout deafening my poor ears. I could only mumble, nodding my head repeatedly as she withdrew her arms around my waist and sat infront of me, her lips in a cute pout, her nose scrunched up cutely. I could only pay her head as I gathered her in my arms.    I leaned back and stole a peck from her  tempting lips and grinned, making her gasp in shock. I withdrew a hand from my embrace and tucked it under her knees as I carried her bridal style outside of our room, laying her gently on the sofa as I proceeded to the kitchen, opening each cupboard to look for something to cook. I was busy browsing through the refrigerator when I felt tiny arms snaking its way through my waist. I immediately straightened and glanced back at the tiny girl pressed behind me, her face hidden from my view.   I turned around, mindful of her arms a