Taemin had it all. Or so he thought he did... until his world started coming apart at the seems.The only person he ever wanted was slipping right  through his fingers,  and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he said... nothing he did would make the older male stay.

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"Hey, kibum!" Taemin suantered over, exceptionally happy to speak to his boyfriend again. He plopped down in the open seat next to his boyfriend at the table and rested his head on his shoulder, reaching a hand out to Kibum's free hand.

"Hey," kibum mearly nodded and smiled in the younger boy's direction, shifting awkwardly in his seat.

"How are you doing?" Taemin tried to smile, feeling his resolve drowning away already. Another day, another round of awkward conversations and short replies.

"I'm good. Look.. I gotta go," And with that, Kibum rose from his seat, scampering off to do other things.

In that moment, Taemin knew. He knew that everything was breaking down; It ws a tragedy at best. It amazed him how one tiny little complication  could lead to this. They weren't speaking for days on end. When they did speak, everything was awkward. Taemin thought that this little break would do them some good; they could regroup and maybe- just maybe- things could work out like he knew they should.

Like he hoped they would.