He halted by the lamppost, his hands gripping tightly onto the small post-it-his thumb gently brushing the now crumpled pointed sides of the blue paper. He let a small smile creep on his face as he looked down at the note he held in his hand.

The handwriting wasn’t the vice-president’s handwriting any more, but a mess scribble of his own writing. It was his own reminder for himself, his heart aching as he clenched the post-it in his hand.

“It’s over after today, Youngjae-ah. It’s over. Time’s up”

He nodded to himself. He knew it was too late- he had made a promise to himself remember.

He would never get to see the soft benign smile of his ever again, he would never get to hear his cute child-like laughter anymore. The image of that handsome, suave and grinning student that always appeared in his thought no matter what would be considered just a distraction, illusion and not real. It was just a mere figure that would just plagued Youngjae’s mind- the one who Youngjae wanted to see the most yet avoid.

Youngjae shook his head as he continued to walk back home slowly, with the melancholy of the quiet afternoon accompanying him.

Tomorrow would be a new day, Youngjae thought to himself bitterly.

Because Daehyun would happier without him.

This will be a short chaptered fic since the oneshot is quite long :) hope you guys don't mind !