Ohm
I stared at Ye Jun's message on my phone until the screen went black and I had to tap it awake again like some pathetic idiot who couldn't let go even after everything. Titi had already bounced with her banana chips and her big speech about fighting for love and not running off to Thailand like a coward but screw that noise right now. I didn't feel like texting him back something nice or even something mean. I just felt done. Done with the tests and the scents and the way my chest still twisted every time I thought about that tattoo on his lower back like Si Woo had stamped his name on something that should've been mine to even look at. So yeah I threw on the first clean shirt I could find shoved my wallet in my pocket and decided the only plan that made sense was to get my ass to the club and drink until my brain shut the hell up about him for one goddamn night.
