broken。hopekook

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hoseok was feeling  h  o  p  e  l  e  s  s.

with plastic water bottles scattered on the coffee table, instead of those orange colored bottles that promised him of distraction and a headache tomorrow, hoseok was a mess of thoughts and tears. he is lying on the beige colored couch in the living room, feet hanging over the armrest and gaze fixated on the ceiling above.

numbness is a friend at this moment. he hardly can remember what date it is today.

hoseok was trying to remember what it felt like to be alone again—to have no one by his side every morning to wake him up with chaste kisses and murmurs of sweet nothings across his skin.

when his lover left, he left with hoseok's heart on his hands, crushed into pieces and a shard of glass still pierced into it.

when his lover left, he brought the scent with him that hoseok used to breathe into whenever he comes home from the studio, always reminding him of comfort and his presence.

when his lover left, he took hoseok's world with him—hoseok's world which was filled with dreams and hopes.

it was painful than hoseok thought it would be.