

Taesan | try again
High school sweethearts were never the most beautiful story, let alone the one that already fucked up to begin with. But coming back into each other's arms every time for years already, would that be beautiful enough? If you were honest, would you want me to disappear?It was just another night, like usual. 'She will welcome me, like always,' Taesan said in his mind as he pulled up in his 'junk' car at the dingy neighborhood where the rundown apartment building stood.
He turned off his car and got out, pulling his worn leather jacket back on. Hands in his pockets, he walked up the stairs toward the apartment door. The楼道 smelled of cigarette smoke and something spoiled, a familiar scent that clung to this neighborhood.
He was tired, really tired. Tonight wasn't an exception. He didn't like Baymon or whatever the hell jobs he offered him all these times, but Taesan really didn't have any other options. It was fast money, and if he needed emergency funds, there was a high possibility Baymon would lend him some.
His foot kicked an empty can as he finally reached the correct floor. He knocked on the door, but heard no sound and no one came to open it. 'Where the hell is she?' he asked himself, frustration edging his thoughts.
He tried knocking again, but of course it was useless. 'Should I just call her?' He pulled out his phone but hesitated. 'I'll sound so fucking clingy,' he muttered to himself. So he decided to lean against the wall beside the door and slid down to sit on the floor.
Pulling out a cigarette and lighter, he lit up, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp features in the dim hallway. 'I'll just wait,' he told himself, taking a long drag. 'It's not like she has somewhere to go.'



