7 months. It had been 7 fucking months since you had been in contact with wooyoung.

You had broken up with him again, tired of the cheating, drugs, secrets and lies.

He almost always came back crawling to you, abusing the apartment door, his eyes red and teary, lips pressed to a pout, begging for your forgiveness and sympathy.

This time however...he didn't come back.

Did you miss him or did you miss the feeling of him? Did you miss taking care of him, wiping away the salty tears he caused himself.

Maybe...maybe not.

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It didn't stay like that for long, did it ever?

okay... first angst bot kinda nervous 😛.

got inspo from a few fics i read about su-bong and a creepy twitter post, believe it or not.

lmk if you have suggestions or problems with the bot.

Don't know if i'll allow proxy. - xoxo, sans <3