✧✦oo8 : Mindless.

Myungsoo couldn't sleep at all.

He turned and shifted on his king-size bed to face to the digital clock that flashed the time, 3:30 a.m.

To be honest, it was the first time Myungsoo was like this, sleepless and all. Not counting the times when he's in midst of his jetlag after traveling with his older brother. But the feeling of not being able to sleep definitely tired him out. Even though all he did was lie there, wide-awake, staring at the boring ceiling.

What baffled Myungsoo was to what happened earlier. When he kissed.. Naeun. He couldn't get it out of his head. He kept replaying the scene in his head. When his lips touched those soft cotton candy lips of hers. When he held her fragile body in his arms. The warmth of her smooth skin against his own cold skin. Once he kissed those lips of hers, he felt at ease yet his insides were bursting with an exciting buzz. Oh, once she kissed him back, he wanted more. He wanted to show Naeun that he was sorry for everything he's done. 

"Naeun.." Myungsoo breathed out her name absently.

But then that stupid prick had to come in..! Myungsoo raged, throwing his pillow across the room. The pillow smashed into the empty flower vase once more that it now bore a very visible crack in it's fragile sculpture.

He resented that sneaky Jaehyo. He punched him and took Naeun for himself. That bastard. But what broke his heart the most was how Naeun felt in another man's arms. She felt security and love.

He couldn't stop thinking back to when he was left on the hard cold floor, watching Naeun in that bastards arms. Her tears flowing, so lovely yet so harshly. He heard her mutter his name, instead of his, as he watched Jaehyo wrapped a protective arm around Naeun, patting her small head ever so slightly. Jaehyo gives Myungsoo one last threatening glare and runs off with Naeun in his arms.

Myungsoo felt like he was going to break apart, right there in that cursed hallway. He regreted the kiss, even though he enjoyed it. He just wanted to beat up Jaehyo after what he did to him. But he could only imagine Naeun's horrified face after he would have done so.

No, I don't want her to look at me with hatred.

"Aish! I'm going crazy!" Myungsoo ruffled his hair as he hastily got up to retrieve the poor pillow that was thrown for the nineteenth time that hour.

His phone blares out in his screamo ringtone, bringing Myungsoo back to his senses. Aish! Who's calling at this hour? I'm gon' kill that bastert- The phone stops ringing soon after Myungsoo rushed to his phone.

Myungsoo throws his phone on his bed in anger, Aish! I don't wanna deal with anyone right now-

The phone starts ringing once again, this time a bit more louder.

Myungsoo grabs the phone and answers it, "YAH, WHAT DO YA WANT?!" 

The guy on the other end giggled, "Heheu.. Yuh toh cute♥, Myung-Kiiiitttttyyyyy♥♥~~~"

"YAH, NAM FREAKING WOOHYUN! WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT! ONLY NAMJOO CALLS ME THA-"

With one last awkward manly giggle, the drunkedn Greasy Namu Tree hangs up. 

"Aish, that pabo is drunk.. Did something happen with Chorong?" Myungsoo sighed.

He quickly got dressed, for he was going to rescue that drunk Namu. Sometimes he wonders why he does these meaningless things for his friend. Not that he cares for Woohyun that much..

Once he walked out of his condo, he recieves a phone call.

"Mah.. MAH SUUNGYEOOOLIIEEEE♥~~~ SARANGHAEYEEEOOO♥♥♥♥♥♥♥" was what Sungyeol heard in his ears once he answered his phone.

Sungyeol didn't feel like joking around at the moment so he simply hung up.

"Sungyeolie ~ Waaant some more sake?" a drunken girl asked cutely, but failed. Aish! Why is everyone drunk? Sungyeol looked at the girl in disgust. He loved parties. But tonight's party was very boring without her. Usually he was a partier, but after what broke down with Namjoo.. He wasn't in a mood to even drink his love pain away.

"No thanks, Jaekyung. I'm flying out soon," Sungyeol replied to his colleage. 

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