Jongdae's eyes were red and puffy, his lips trembled as he looked through the window of the restaurant. The cold air made his cheeks flush and his nose turn cold. “Y-Yixing?” The Chinese male looked up from the table he sat out, his eyes widened as he saw the other male. “Jongdae.” Yixing looked down at the female who sat across from him then he turned back to his lover, his lips trembled as he fought to find an explanation for this. Jongdae clutched the roses that rested in his hands, his breathing picked up as anger built in the pit of his stomach. He watched as Yixing ran out of the building shouting apologizes to the woman who sat there shocked and confused. Not long and the Chinese male was panting, cursing under his breath. Jongdae watched the other's chest rise and fall. “Baby-” Jongdae cut him off by throwing the flowers he had gotten the other, the petals flying all over the place before resting on the ground. “I don't want to hear it.” He growled, hanging his head low, his hair fell covering his line of vision of Yixing.

“But it's not what it looks like.” Jongdae let out a dry laugh and threw his head back, his eyes burned with anger. “It's never what it looks like until I find you in bed with the person.” Jongdae spun on his heels and began to stalk away, he could hear the other shout for him and hear his rushed foot steps but he didn't stop, in fact his walking turned into sprinting which soon turned into a full out run. Tears staining his cheeks and the cold air stinging them raw. He wasn't sure where he was running to but he really didn't care, he wanted to get away, he wanted to disappear.

He found himself at a bar, drinking his problems away, his slim fingers danced on the rim of the glass, watching the light brown poison ripple when he tapped his finger on the fragile glass. His mouth was dry and his throat burned from the alcohol. His eyes were half lidded and the tie around his neck was undone, his suit jacket resting on the chair that he sat on and the buttons to his white shirt undone at the top. His hair looked as if all he did was run his hands through it for the last hour, in which he probably did. He brought the cool glass to his lips, ice cubes clinging against the cup. The cold liquid flowed through his parted lips, he placed the small glass down, the bartender at his assistance right away. “Keep them coming.” He murmured, pushing the glass away from him. It wasn't long until he caught sight of the man he loved in the corner of his eye. He sat two seat away, his hands locked together, body tensed. “Jongdae.” Yixing spoke, voice gentle and filled with sorrow. It made Jongdae wonder why the hell he was sad, it angered him and all he wanted to do was choke the other even more than he did before but of course he didn't. “ off before I decide to break this pretty little glass on you.” Jongdae gripped the empty glass in his hand so hard the bartender had to take it away before he actually broke it and harmed himself instead of Yixing. Yixing didn't take the threat very seriously for he leaned back in the chair and let out a sigh, gripping the bridge of his nose as if the whole situation was nothing to me, in which it probably was. “Listen to me...” Jongdae didn't speak so Yixing continued, his hand falling to his side.

“You know that I’ve always been this kind of guy. I pretended to be innocent but I was always dirty. We’re not even gonna get married, what love? You’re just a toy that was in last season. I drink all night and party with another. Then in the morning, I throw it up, your photos and memories. I’ll be wasted away like this. You will fall in love with another guy.” Jongdae remained silent even when the bartender came with his new round of drinks, his eyes were dull and his body felt numb. He should be numb to this. Yixing's words hit him hard and he wondered if maybe he would just erase the other from his mind, heart and life. He would probably do it in a heartbeat, erase the other but of course some part of him refused to forget the man. He didn't want to forget the few good memories they had, the dimple smile, the soft voice that would hum him to sleep or the night of them making love. Jongdae felt his heart clench, maybe he was the only one who would remember this and Yixing will just move on as if Jongdae was nothing but a cup of cold old coffee.

They were silent, the bar around them seem to fade away as Jongdae drunk and Yixing stared. “I’ll erase my love for you. I’ll erase your number. We can’t ever be, that’s how we always were.” Yixing felt something inside of him die at his words, he found it odd, he had developed a special love for the Korean man across from him. But his earlier words were true, Jongdae was a toy, a toy he grew old with and no longer wanted. He'll soon forget the man like a photo that fades. Jongdae on the other hand found himself wanted to curl up and die and if not just drunk his sorrow away. “Goodbye.” Yixing whispered, he had gotten up from his seat, his hand reached out but he stopped when he was just a few inches from touching the other male. His fingers twitched as if they wanted to touch the male once more but Yixing dropped his hand to his side, refusing to give in.

“Goodbye.” Jongdae whispered as he heard the soft footsteps leave him. As he sat alone now, the faint scent of Yixing lingered in the air and he wondered if he had done the right thing. He loved the Chinese male, he loved the way he touched him and how he talked sweet to him, bathing him in compliments. But Jongdae grew tired of the endless nights at the bar crying his eyes out as he drowned him in alcohol because he caught his lover in bed with another.

Jongdae laid his head on his arms and let the sobs he was holding leave his parted lips. “I can't erase him.”