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Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor

Amidst the silence blanketing the dark room lies a lone body, still and silent. He was still breathing but barely together. He started to stir and pushed a few photographs to one side. He managed to pull himself up in a sitting position and rested his back against the edge of his sweat stained bed. He took a deep breath and smelled the scent of the room; a filthy mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol. He clutched his head which was cracking in pain, his heart was pumping hard and his eyes wanting to close once more.

He reaches for the phone lying somewhere on the floor along with the hundreds of photographs scattered on the wooden floor. He tried to pick it but slumped his back on the bed. He slapped himself on his right cheek and muttered to himself.

"Where's your pride Heechul?! You said you can live without him! But look at you! You're a wasteland!"

He sobbed yet again.

"All this time, I still think of you… I could not go on without you! How dare you leave me when I gave up everything for you?"

Fresh tears fell from his eyes as he grabbed the nearest picture in sight; it was their first picture as a couple

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Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door. Wishing you'll come like the way you did before

Swirling the glass of whiskey in his hands, he kept glancing at the door to his right. He let out a sigh as he took a sip of the cool and bitter drink. The alcohol burned his throat but he felt nothing; he's gotten used to the feeling. He hung his head as the bartender passed by to hand a costumer his cocktail.

"Pabo!"

He muttered to himself as he downed all the contents of his glass and asked for another shot. The bartender handed him a fresh glass and left without another word. He took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the number 1, he stared at the number on the screen before hanging his head again.

"I won't call, I said I won't care."

He struggled with himself for a good five minutes before finally pressing the dial button. After a few rings, a voice as heard from the other line.

"You ing bastard!"

He heard the voice and he took another sip of the whiskey before mastering the courage to talk, or chant.

"Saranghaeyou Kim Heechul, wooyut bitkal Kim Heechul!"

He repeated the chant for a couple more times before he stopped as he heard soft sobs from the other line.

"Pabo!"

The voice softly muttered.

"Chul.. I need you"

He muttered and the line went dead. He stared at the phone for a couple of seconds before putting it back to his pocket and ordering another glass of whiskey.  He swirled the glass and stared at it for another five minutes or so, he couldn't tell if time was passing fast or slow as his mind wanted to crack. When he decided to take a sip, a hand stopped him. He smiled seeing such a familiar hand and he shifted his gaze from the hand to the person's face, he smiled wider. But before he could mutter another word, Heechul spanked him hard.  He looked at the teary eyed Heechul and saw him cry before speaking

"I need you too Hannie!"

Hangeng opened his arm wide and Heechul fell to those familiar arms where he cried even more, Hangeng wrapped him in an embrace.