All I know || 2seung

PART TWO // One

Before the breakup // Seungwoo POV

I still remember the first time we met, I was drawn to his singing voice. That would be what I told anyone who asked me how Seungsik and I got together. I pursued him, I bought him flowers but he said flowers weren't his thing. So I went to see him every morning, and I got him breakfast each time. I made sure he finished all the food I got him before he could leave for his class. One holiday, I borrowed my sister's car and drove him to the beach. There, I confessed and asked him to be my boyfriend. That was when he agreed and we became official. I continued to see him every morning, but he told me he preferred to prepare breakfast. So we would sit at the corner of the field and enjoy breakfast each day. My favourite pastime was definitely listening to his singing. Sometimes we stayed on the phone late into the night and I often asked him to sing, and I recorded all his singing voice.

I could not believe I just went on and on talking about Seungsik to Byungchan. And this guy, he just listened to me without interrupting.

"You like the story?" I asked.

"Well, that's very you, hyung. Others' love stories are always nice to listen to."

Byungchan was one of those raising models in the industry. His had a slightly muscular physique, not too showy, just some define lines and that was perfect for most clothes. We had both entered the industry around the same time and there were lots to learn. He would stand on the runway while I would be fixing outfit after outfit for him, behind the stage; and that was how we got close. I had pretty much seen him naked since the first time we worked together, as well as a whole lot of other models. Though most relationships ended up remaining absolutely professional, I found a special connection with Byungchan. He had the humour that could lessen my burden at work, and he was never in a rush to blame nor correct me for any mistakes I made. Instead, he would help me make my life easier at times when I couldn't even figure out how to put on outfits that I had seen day and night and edited a thousand times on soft-copy.

On days like this, Byungchan and I would sit and chat at a corner after the real celebration died down. Half the people around us were either too drunk or too high. So we found our comfortable corner and drink quietly. And only when the bosses finally make their move that we can head back. Most of the time, that would be past midnight. Byungchan would return to his dorm with his colleagues. But for me, commuting back home seemed silly since I needed to be up and out again in four or five hours. I washed up at the 24-hour gym and returned to the office for a quick nap before starting the next day.

It had been two months since Seungsik and I moved into the apartment. We dreamed of the day so much before. The apartment did not come easy. I was graduating and looking for a job, and I had to make sure my job pays enough for me to afford the rent. So I accepted this job offer. It promised to pay much higher than the others I sought for, but I was warned of the commitment by the interviewer. I thought it was a great opportunity that they would take in a fresh graduate and pay so much. Furthermore, this job would allow Seungsik and I to live comfortably even after paying rent. But the dream of living together was even harder to achieve. I was by my phone almost every waking minute. The commitment I was warned of was definitely not a joke. Days went by and it got harder to see my boyfriend. But the most ridiculous part was that, I did not even have time to think about him. The times when I did have time to go home, I could not stay the night. When I did spend the night at home, I got a hell lot of naggings from Seungsik. I thought he would be clingy because of the lack of time together, but he seemed to mind more that I was creating a mess at home by leaving my utensils and clothes around.

If I was dead honest with myself, I would say I was disappointed with how Seungsik was behaving. But each time I had the slightest idea of disappointment popping in my head, I covered up with the fond memories I kept of us; and during busy times, I just let the thought go because I had much more to worry about. While I tried to keep my mood pleasant when I go home, I dreaded each step leading up to the door. I was afraid to hear the constant nagging, and I was not prepared to face a Seungsik that seemed so foreign.

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This is first time I'm trying to write in first POV.
My thoughts are everywhere.
Haha sorry if it makes no sense.