He stared at his handsome features and thought about the fact that he has never seen Hyun cry. He himself was a drama queen and used tears to get his way in arguments on the daily. He thought that if it was him in Seunghyun’s place, he’d fall aleep on a tear stained pillow. Even now he felt tears falling down his face

His last boyfriend left him three months prior, taking half of Jiyong’s cash with him, not mentioning his pack of cigarettes and favourite lighter, the one shaped like a pistol he got from his sister for his twenty sixth birthday. His bills were due and he barely had the money to buy food. He wanted to curl up in the gutter and die, preferably in a quick way. Not really the right mood for a party at his friend’s house.