Being a second choice wasn’t an option.

It just happened. Starting with a considerable distance between two people to barely talking at all. It continued with a feeling of asphyxiation, which is sometimes used as a form of torture. Because this was torture. Not being good enough. There’s two type of people in this world: lucky and unlucky. A very close friend happened to be part of the second one and perhaps Seunghyun himself at a point as well. No matter how many times it happens, being someone’s second chance still hurts. Giving advice was never a forte; it wasn’t a low point either . But he’d try his best; because this person wasn’t just a simple friend. Ironically enough, the two of them would always be in a similar situation, or easily relate to events, which is why Seunghyun easily accepted to go to his place.

Having started this morning with a text, he knew exactly the cause and the ‘culprit’ to say. But not it wasn’t worthy getting mad at; the main priority was Youngjae feeling better. Not having a driving license had him being late by almost twenty minutes, which is why the guy wished it was one of the times he wasn’t as stubborn when it came to certain things. The door was open—surprisingly, since Youngjae had always been calculated and anxious with his privacy. So it was that bad, huh? The groceries he had bought were forgotten on a table on his way to the younger’s room.

Not a single sound.

Silence could be so loud sometimes. And all you could do was listen and learn from it. Seunghyun could have pictured the sight already—the platinum blond haired man laying on his stomach on a king-sized bed by the window, curtains being blown abruptly by the wind.