Give Me Death
Title: Give Me Death
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: GTOP Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, AU, one-shot(?)
Summary: Death may have no heart, but sometimes neither do the living.
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Bang, as sad as that may be. If I did I'd be making more videos than I do now. Hehe.
A/N: This fic got it's ideas from The Book Thief. Mainly just the narrator but I felt credit was due.
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A pair of dark chocolate eyes stared up at the marine blue sky. The boy with bleach blonde hair was lying on the emerald grass, which was slightly discolored with sepia patches.
Now, I'm getting ahead of myself. An introduction is due. Quite frankly, I am the one that will gently lift your soul out of its mortal body once fate has decided to cut your lifeline. Humans like to depict me with a sickle and a coal colored robe. Despite their image of me, I'm rather a bright fellow. I enjoy colors and am not at all as morbid as one might think. As far as I'm aware, a sickle wasn't part of the job description; I've had this job for quite a while now. Could you imagine if no one was here to do my part?
As for a name, well that's not important. After all, the story isn't focused upon me, rather, upon this young man who can now begin to see the peaches and orange sherbets infecting the sky.
This is Kwon Jiyong.
It's beyond my knowledge how this human has managed to escape my embrace on so many occasions. However, others around him were never quite as lucky. In fact, the boy may know me better than anyone else he has encountered. I have most certainly been around him more than his acquaintances.
How he still manages to smile at the sunset despite his life--for I've followed it quite extensively--is also beyond me.
This is Kwon Jiyong and this is how I first came to meet him.
Winter. Winter tended to be a busy time for me. I hardly took notice of those souls I was releasing for I had to move quickly and couldn't linger on details. Now, it was even rarer for me to take note of those that were still living.
On this particular day, many were exchanging gifts with one another. The holidays they were called. Religious in many connotations, though, I hardly know why. Religion is hardly my forte. I have never met a god nor do I know where a soul goes once it is free from the worldly body.
Seungri was the next soul I was to take that day. An idol by profession though that fame didn't help much as he had become deathly ill. No pun intended though I do quite enjoy those. Now, Seungri's limp body was cradled ever so gently in another man's arms. The living one draped himself over his dead friend, brother, or lover--I wasn't one to note human relationships back then. The display made me feel as if the blonde, living man was protecting Seungri's soul.
Even though the scene may have sounded quite picturesque, it was quite the opposite. The charcoal darkness of night encroached on the small area where the headlights illuminated the ground. A pool of crimson surrounded the two males. Jiyong's hand was pressed to a fatal wound on Seungri's side. If it were possible, Jiyong would have sat there forever preventing the others entrails from spilling onto the roadway I do believe. To put it quite simply, Seungri was roadkill. No matter of fates could have altered his death.
Here was the curious thing, I found my self standing near the dead and the living for a near twelve minutes. Now, that my not seem like long but do take into account the fact I had many other souls to gather that day. For twelve minutes I stood waiting until Jiyong moved away from the corpse. Twelve minutes I waited to see his face. The sight I will never forget. A ghostly pale face tinged with rosy, tear-streaked cheeks and eyes that stared with the same death as Seungri's. That was the first time I had ever witnessed the death of soul that I could not cradle in my arms afterwards.
I lingered no longer, reaching my hands down into the body and releasing the soul from it's mortal prison. I left then; Jiyong's shattered soul haunting my mind.
A number of other occurrences of Fate brought me to the young man again and again. The loss of his mother to cancer, the rape and stabbing of his sister whom he discovered in an alley, an numerous other "freak accidents" all of which he was present for. Each time I began to observe the other for a longer period of time. Never before had the living caught my attention. Yet somehow, he seemed as dead as I.
Now, presently, I have decided to take a vacation of sorts--do not fret for there is someone filling in for my absence. I'm merely a few yards from the blonde who is smiling with such happiness despite all the times I have seen him broken.
I have broken many laws of nature for this day but I can't bring myself to feel remorse; I can't bring myself to feel much of anything.
"Staring isn't polite you know," an ethereal voice broke the silence of the moment.
I blinked once, then twice. I had never spoken to a mortal and frankly I had never been seen by one either. Though, I suppose, this is what I desired when I chose a human vessel for myself.
The blonde sat up then. An orange leaf stuck to his hair. "I'm Kwon Jiyong," he introduced himself and offered his hand.
"Seunghyun," I responded reaching out and for once not grabbing a soul, not stealing a life, but pulling a mortal into my world.
* * *
Earlier that day, our immortal death god, Seunghyun had made a resolve within his mind. His work was being disrupted by thoughts of the living boy. There was only one way to ease his curiosity in his mind, that was to enter the human realm.
This feat was only slightly taboo--and by that meaning, if caught, it was likely the death god would be thrown into oblivion by his elders.
In order to bring himself to the mortal realm, Seunghyun cast his hand into the Moria's web of life. Someone who was not yet supposed to die would be sacrificed for him to enter the body of a human.
And so, we find him, in human form, sitting on a park bench next to the intriguing boy named Jiyong.
"I don't recognize you. Normally I know everyone who visits this park," the younger was saying to Seunghyun.
"I'm new," was the simple reply. Spoken words still seemed quite foreign.
"Where are you from?" Curiosity seemed to infect Jiyong as much as it had Seunghyun.
"Many places."
"No one comes from many places. You may have traveled the world but you were still born in a single place."
Seunghyun could tell the blonde was hoping for an actual answer. "Seoul." He finally responded, as that is where he obtained the body from.
"So you're a traveler returning home. What brings you back to this death trap?"
If Seunghyun had more of a heart, he would have flinched at Jiyong's indirect reference to his job.
You, he wanted to respond but instead replied with, "Meeting someone."
"I figured such a handsome man had a mistress, or two," Jiyong laughed causing his eyes to crinkle shut.
Seunghyun just stared at Jiyong in response. The interactions between humans he encountered was normally nothing but a conversation with a corpse, which in all honesty wasn't much of a conversation at all as only one side did any of the talking. No; Seunghyun simply didn't understand conversations.
"You don't say much do you?" The blonde tilted his head to the side with a curious glint in his eyes. "You don't smile much either."
It was then Jiyong reached towards Seunghyun's face and attempted to pull the corners of his lips into a smile. As fingertips brushed against flesh, Seunghyun could feel the warmth of life pulsing through Jiyong's veins.
"God you're freezing," Jiyong spoke out letting his warm palm rest against the icy cheek.
It was then that Seunghyun realized this was nothing more than another human speaking to a corpse, himself being the corpse this time. Finally he felt what it was like to die.
"You should come to my apartment. It'll be warm in there," Jiyong said as he quickly jumped off the bench they were seated upon.
A hand was held out in his direction. Seunghyun was almost frightened to allow his cold skin to touch that of the living again.
Slowly, like a wary child, his hand made it's way out of the trench coat's pocket and slipped into the small hand that was to lead him.
* * *
I know what you' re thinking. Not that I can read minds, but I understand humans have feelings. Something I'm honestly not capable of. That is, I believe, you should not be thinking this is "love" as you call it. No, I am not capable of that.
There is a simple explanation, the same explanation that lead me to diving into the human world to begin with. I was curious. That is simply all.
Humans are curious creatures. And I mean that as odd -- complicated. Your emotions can change from day to day, hour to hour, and there is no telling what mood you'll be in. If there were a scale for the moods of humans, it would forever be sporadic.
That being said, my emotion is constant. A curious yet content life. Or at least it was. After a day off I seem to be hooked on the drama of your world.
Here's where the problem started.
* * *
Seunghyun sat down on the neon green couch which was pushed to the back wall of the white room.
"Now, before you judge, my choice in decor isn't quite this vibrant. My friend Daesung, his ex apparently bought this for him," he laughed slightly. "Glad I never met the girl, we would have clashed horribly."
"Why is it here?" Seunghyun found himself asking.
"Daesung couldn't have the thing in his sight anymore and I needed furniture. I guess I had a string of bad luck."
A string normally referred to more than one occurrence, which had the death god questioning again.
"My boyfriend died, I lost my job, couldn't afford my tuition, and got this monstrous couch. Would you like some wine?"
"Um, yes," Seunghyun responded only to the question.
"Left over wine from a wedding I went to. Hope it's not flat," the blonde stated as he handed Seunghyun a cup that lacked elegance to hold wine.
Taking a sip of the liquid, Seunghyun immediately felt the burn down his throat. Gladly, he took another taste. Jiyong threw his head back and gulped down his cup.
Two hours later Jiyong was lying his head on Seunghyun's lap as he rambled off his troubles, taking gulps from the bottle every few minutes.
Seunghyun couldn't get drunk it seemed. He wasn't tied to the human body. He did find himself, however, addicted to the stories of the younger. Human life never ceased to amaze him. Jiyong's life was particularly interesting.
They talked for nearly another hour when Jiyong began drifting in and out of consciousness. Seunghyun then lifted Jiyong in his surprisingly strong arms and carried him into the bedroom. He had witnessed many parents say goodbye to their children this way. He felt this was the best goodbye he could manage.
With Jiyong tucked in, Seunghyun laid next to the source of his curiosity and whispered a quiet goodbye.
* * *
This is where the story ends, right? Well, as it so happened, that was quite to the contrary. I ran into a bit of a bind as I found out I could permanently lose my job for having taken a soul that still had a place on the earth. That soul, the real Seunghyun's soul, was currently in limbo. He was not assigned to either heaven or hell.
Quite frankly, I enjoy my job and would rather not lose it. The only solution was to retrieve Seunghyun's soul and return it to his body. Which is precisely what I did.
* * *
Seunghyn slowly opened his eyes as light flooded the room. The walls of the room were bare, not filled with his vast toy collection. In an attempt to sit up, he became quite aware of an arm that was draped over his waist.
Digging through his thoughts, he couldn't remember drinking the previous night or going to some woman's house. Then again, as he looked at the clock sitting upon the vanity desk, he also didn't remember it being Thursday. Tuesday he was quite sure it was.
He turned to the side, careful not to wake whomever had taken him for the night.
And suddenly it didn't matter so much if he woke this person as he jumped back and landed his ass on the wood floor.
The sleeping man opened his chocolate eyes and gazed quizzically at Seunghyun.
Seunghyun quickly took note they were both fully dressed. A sigh of relief almost would have escaped him if he weren't still so shocked.
"Oh, god my head," was his next thought which he had no problem announcing to the other as a painful headache suddenly wracked his skull.
A pair of hands were on Seunghyun's shoulders as the young blonde spoke up.
"Stay here, I'll fix you some tea."
"Wait, who the hell are you and why am I in your room?" he asked rather harshly.
"Wow, you couldn't even handle a few bottles of wine. Maybe I should get you a nice greasy hamburger instead," the younger said ignoring the question at first and nearly making Seunghyun vomit. "Jiyong, I am Ji-yong. Idiot."
"That doesn't explain why I'm here!" Seunghyun shouted towards where the younger had began walking down the hall.
Seunghyun winced as the sound of his own voice spurred a pounding sensation. The blinding light raining in from the window caused him to close his eyes.
"Ya! Get up." Seunghyun heard making him realize he had drifted back to sleep.
Opening his eyes again, he was staring at Jiyong who was holding out a steaming mug. Seunghyun sat up and took the cup from the pale hand. Taking a sip, he finally looked at the other with a more aware mind.
The boy was quite effeminate. It wasn't surprising he had thought a woman had brought him home. Those features only went as far as his face and small frame however. It was obvious the blonde worked out, as was seen from the decent sized biceps exposed by the overly large wife-beater he was sporting.
"Like what you see?" Jiyong spoke up as he sat down on the bed next to Seunghyun.
"I'm straight." Seunghyun replied, taking another drink.
The other seemed to take no offence as he responded, "Hm, I'm surprised. You don't seem like the kind of person to limit yourself."
Jiyong took the mug from Seunghyun and took his own ungraceful gulp of tea.
"I'm sorry, but you obviously don't know me," Seunghyun responded coldly but couldn't make his face match his words. He was too curious about the way Jiyong was looking at the inside of the mug.
Jiyong smiled and faced the opening of the cup towards the other man. Green tea leaves were scattered on the bottom.
"See these? They have always told me the same thing. I will have friends a plenty, but love shall never come my way," with a curious look he turned to peer into the mug with Seunghyun. "Your leaves didn't change from that fortune. Your fate, my fate, they're the same."
Seunghyun stared at the wet greens wondering just how they could seem to reflect his inner thoughts so well.
"I have a girlfriend whom I'm very much so in love with right now," Seunghyun lied and then promptly stood up to leave, his hangover the least of his problems.
"Goodbye, Seunghyun," were the whispered departing words that hit Seunghyun's ears as he closed the bedroom door.
Author: undying_desire
Pairing: GTOP Seunghyun/Jiyong
Rating: PG-13
Genre: angst, AU, one-shot(?)
Summary: Death may have no heart, but sometimes neither do the living.
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Bang, as sad as that may be. If I did I'd be making more videos than I do now. Hehe.
A/N: This fic got it's ideas from The Book Thief. Mainly just the narrator but I felt credit was due.
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A pair of dark chocolate eyes stared up at the marine blue sky. The boy with bleach blonde hair was lying on the emerald grass, which was slightly discolored with sepia patches.
Now, I'm getting ahead of myself. An introduction is due. Quite frankly, I am the one that will gently lift your soul out of its mortal body once fate has decided to cut your lifeline. Humans like to depict me with a sickle and a coal colored robe. Despite their image of me, I'm rather a bright fellow. I enjoy colors and am not at all as morbid as one might think. As far as I'm aware, a sickle wasn't part of the job description; I've had this job for quite a while now. Could you imagine if no one was here to do my part?
As for a name, well that's not important. After all, the story isn't focused upon me, rather, upon this young man who can now begin to see the peaches and orange sherbets infecting the sky.
This is Kwon Jiyong.
It's beyond my knowledge how this human has managed to escape my embrace on so many occasions. However, others around him were never quite as lucky. In fact, the boy may know me better than anyone else he has encountered. I have most certainly been around him more than his acquaintances.
How he still manages to smile at the sunset despite his life--for I've followed it quite extensively--is also beyond me.
This is Kwon Jiyong and this is how I first came to meet him.
Winter. Winter tended to be a busy time for me. I hardly took notice of those souls I was releasing for I had to move quickly and couldn't linger on details. Now, it was even rarer for me to take note of those that were still living.
On this particular day, many were exchanging gifts with one another. The holidays they were called. Religious in many connotations, though, I hardly know why. Religion is hardly my forte. I have never met a god nor do I know where a soul goes once it is free from the worldly body.
Seungri was the next soul I was to take that day. An idol by profession though that fame didn't help much as he had become deathly ill. No pun intended though I do quite enjoy those. Now, Seungri's limp body was cradled ever so gently in another man's arms. The living one draped himself over his dead friend, brother, or lover--I wasn't one to note human relationships back then. The display made me feel as if the blonde, living man was protecting Seungri's soul.
Even though the scene may have sounded quite picturesque, it was quite the opposite. The charcoal darkness of night encroached on the small area where the headlights illuminated the ground. A pool of crimson surrounded the two males. Jiyong's hand was pressed to a fatal wound on Seungri's side. If it were possible, Jiyong would have sat there forever preventing the others entrails from spilling onto the roadway I do believe. To put it quite simply, Seungri was roadkill. No matter of fates could have altered his death.
Here was the curious thing, I found my self standing near the dead and the living for a near twelve minutes. Now, that my not seem like long but do take into account the fact I had many other souls to gather that day. For twelve minutes I stood waiting until Jiyong moved away from the corpse. Twelve minutes I waited to see his face. The sight I will never forget. A ghostly pale face tinged with rosy, tear-streaked cheeks and eyes that stared with the same death as Seungri's. That was the first time I had ever witnessed the death of soul that I could not cradle in my arms afterwards.
I lingered no longer, reaching my hands down into the body and releasing the soul from it's mortal prison. I left then; Jiyong's shattered soul haunting my mind.
A number of other occurrences of Fate brought me to the young man again and again. The loss of his mother to cancer, the rape and stabbing of his sister whom he discovered in an alley, an numerous other "freak accidents" all of which he was present for. Each time I began to observe the other for a longer period of time. Never before had the living caught my attention. Yet somehow, he seemed as dead as I.
Now, presently, I have decided to take a vacation of sorts--do not fret for there is someone filling in for my absence. I'm merely a few yards from the blonde who is smiling with such happiness despite all the times I have seen him broken.
I have broken many laws of nature for this day but I can't bring myself to feel remorse; I can't bring myself to feel much of anything.
"Staring isn't polite you know," an ethereal voice broke the silence of the moment.
I blinked once, then twice. I had never spoken to a mortal and frankly I had never been seen by one either. Though, I suppose, this is what I desired when I chose a human vessel for myself.
The blonde sat up then. An orange leaf stuck to his hair. "I'm Kwon Jiyong," he introduced himself and offered his hand.
"Seunghyun," I responded reaching out and for once not grabbing a soul, not stealing a life, but pulling a mortal into my world.
* * *
Earlier that day, our immortal death god, Seunghyun had made a resolve within his mind. His work was being disrupted by thoughts of the living boy. There was only one way to ease his curiosity in his mind, that was to enter the human realm.
This feat was only slightly taboo--and by that meaning, if caught, it was likely the death god would be thrown into oblivion by his elders.
In order to bring himself to the mortal realm, Seunghyun cast his hand into the Moria's web of life. Someone who was not yet supposed to die would be sacrificed for him to enter the body of a human.
And so, we find him, in human form, sitting on a park bench next to the intriguing boy named Jiyong.
"I don't recognize you. Normally I know everyone who visits this park," the younger was saying to Seunghyun.
"I'm new," was the simple reply. Spoken words still seemed quite foreign.
"Where are you from?" Curiosity seemed to infect Jiyong as much as it had Seunghyun.
"Many places."
"No one comes from many places. You may have traveled the world but you were still born in a single place."
Seunghyun could tell the blonde was hoping for an actual answer. "Seoul." He finally responded, as that is where he obtained the body from.
"So you're a traveler returning home. What brings you back to this death trap?"
If Seunghyun had more of a heart, he would have flinched at Jiyong's indirect reference to his job.
You, he wanted to respond but instead replied with, "Meeting someone."
"I figured such a handsome man had a mistress, or two," Jiyong laughed causing his eyes to crinkle shut.
Seunghyun just stared at Jiyong in response. The interactions between humans he encountered was normally nothing but a conversation with a corpse, which in all honesty wasn't much of a conversation at all as only one side did any of the talking. No; Seunghyun simply didn't understand conversations.
"You don't say much do you?" The blonde tilted his head to the side with a curious glint in his eyes. "You don't smile much either."
It was then Jiyong reached towards Seunghyun's face and attempted to pull the corners of his lips into a smile. As fingertips brushed against flesh, Seunghyun could feel the warmth of life pulsing through Jiyong's veins.
"God you're freezing," Jiyong spoke out letting his warm palm rest against the icy cheek.
It was then that Seunghyun realized this was nothing more than another human speaking to a corpse, himself being the corpse this time. Finally he felt what it was like to die.
"You should come to my apartment. It'll be warm in there," Jiyong said as he quickly jumped off the bench they were seated upon.
A hand was held out in his direction. Seunghyun was almost frightened to allow his cold skin to touch that of the living again.
Slowly, like a wary child, his hand made it's way out of the trench coat's pocket and slipped into the small hand that was to lead him.
* * *
I know what you' re thinking. Not that I can read minds, but I understand humans have feelings. Something I'm honestly not capable of. That is, I believe, you should not be thinking this is "love" as you call it. No, I am not capable of that.
There is a simple explanation, the same explanation that lead me to diving into the human world to begin with. I was curious. That is simply all.
Humans are curious creatures. And I mean that as odd -- complicated. Your emotions can change from day to day, hour to hour, and there is no telling what mood you'll be in. If there were a scale for the moods of humans, it would forever be sporadic.
That being said, my emotion is constant. A curious yet content life. Or at least it was. After a day off I seem to be hooked on the drama of your world.
Here's where the problem started.
* * *
Seunghyun sat down on the neon green couch which was pushed to the back wall of the white room.
"Now, before you judge, my choice in decor isn't quite this vibrant. My friend Daesung, his ex apparently bought this for him," he laughed slightly. "Glad I never met the girl, we would have clashed horribly."
"Why is it here?" Seunghyun found himself asking.
"Daesung couldn't have the thing in his sight anymore and I needed furniture. I guess I had a string of bad luck."
A string normally referred to more than one occurrence, which had the death god questioning again.
"My boyfriend died, I lost my job, couldn't afford my tuition, and got this monstrous couch. Would you like some wine?"
"Um, yes," Seunghyun responded only to the question.
"Left over wine from a wedding I went to. Hope it's not flat," the blonde stated as he handed Seunghyun a cup that lacked elegance to hold wine.
Taking a sip of the liquid, Seunghyun immediately felt the burn down his throat. Gladly, he took another taste. Jiyong threw his head back and gulped down his cup.
Two hours later Jiyong was lying his head on Seunghyun's lap as he rambled off his troubles, taking gulps from the bottle every few minutes.
Seunghyun couldn't get drunk it seemed. He wasn't tied to the human body. He did find himself, however, addicted to the stories of the younger. Human life never ceased to amaze him. Jiyong's life was particularly interesting.
They talked for nearly another hour when Jiyong began drifting in and out of consciousness. Seunghyun then lifted Jiyong in his surprisingly strong arms and carried him into the bedroom. He had witnessed many parents say goodbye to their children this way. He felt this was the best goodbye he could manage.
With Jiyong tucked in, Seunghyun laid next to the source of his curiosity and whispered a quiet goodbye.
* * *
This is where the story ends, right? Well, as it so happened, that was quite to the contrary. I ran into a bit of a bind as I found out I could permanently lose my job for having taken a soul that still had a place on the earth. That soul, the real Seunghyun's soul, was currently in limbo. He was not assigned to either heaven or hell.
Quite frankly, I enjoy my job and would rather not lose it. The only solution was to retrieve Seunghyun's soul and return it to his body. Which is precisely what I did.
* * *
Seunghyn slowly opened his eyes as light flooded the room. The walls of the room were bare, not filled with his vast toy collection. In an attempt to sit up, he became quite aware of an arm that was draped over his waist.
Digging through his thoughts, he couldn't remember drinking the previous night or going to some woman's house. Then again, as he looked at the clock sitting upon the vanity desk, he also didn't remember it being Thursday. Tuesday he was quite sure it was.
He turned to the side, careful not to wake whomever had taken him for the night.
And suddenly it didn't matter so much if he woke this person as he jumped back and landed his ass on the wood floor.
The sleeping man opened his chocolate eyes and gazed quizzically at Seunghyun.
Seunghyun quickly took note they were both fully dressed. A sigh of relief almost would have escaped him if he weren't still so shocked.
"Oh, god my head," was his next thought which he had no problem announcing to the other as a painful headache suddenly wracked his skull.
A pair of hands were on Seunghyun's shoulders as the young blonde spoke up.
"Stay here, I'll fix you some tea."
"Wait, who the hell are you and why am I in your room?" he asked rather harshly.
"Wow, you couldn't even handle a few bottles of wine. Maybe I should get you a nice greasy hamburger instead," the younger said ignoring the question at first and nearly making Seunghyun vomit. "Jiyong, I am Ji-yong. Idiot."
"That doesn't explain why I'm here!" Seunghyun shouted towards where the younger had began walking down the hall.
Seunghyun winced as the sound of his own voice spurred a pounding sensation. The blinding light raining in from the window caused him to close his eyes.
"Ya! Get up." Seunghyun heard making him realize he had drifted back to sleep.
Opening his eyes again, he was staring at Jiyong who was holding out a steaming mug. Seunghyun sat up and took the cup from the pale hand. Taking a sip, he finally looked at the other with a more aware mind.
The boy was quite effeminate. It wasn't surprising he had thought a woman had brought him home. Those features only went as far as his face and small frame however. It was obvious the blonde worked out, as was seen from the decent sized biceps exposed by the overly large wife-beater he was sporting.
"Like what you see?" Jiyong spoke up as he sat down on the bed next to Seunghyun.
"I'm straight." Seunghyun replied, taking another drink.
The other seemed to take no offence as he responded, "Hm, I'm surprised. You don't seem like the kind of person to limit yourself."
Jiyong took the mug from Seunghyun and took his own ungraceful gulp of tea.
"I'm sorry, but you obviously don't know me," Seunghyun responded coldly but couldn't make his face match his words. He was too curious about the way Jiyong was looking at the inside of the mug.
Jiyong smiled and faced the opening of the cup towards the other man. Green tea leaves were scattered on the bottom.
"See these? They have always told me the same thing. I will have friends a plenty, but love shall never come my way," with a curious look he turned to peer into the mug with Seunghyun. "Your leaves didn't change from that fortune. Your fate, my fate, they're the same."
Seunghyun stared at the wet greens wondering just how they could seem to reflect his inner thoughts so well.
"I have a girlfriend whom I'm very much so in love with right now," Seunghyun lied and then promptly stood up to leave, his hangover the least of his problems.
"Goodbye, Seunghyun," were the whispered departing words that hit Seunghyun's ears as he closed the bedroom door.