His escape turned out to be another way into pain. One that was even worse...
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‚Why are you running away from me?' Minho asked, he didn't respond... he didn't even react at all.
‚Ya!'
‚We don't know each other..we-' Hyunjin said, his voice cold.
...
Minho should have known. He knew exactly that he couldn't handle alcohol. One bottle Soju -even the lighter kind- and he was done for... Still.. this evening it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. His heart was broken... shattered into pieces and the only thing that came into his mind that could help had been alcohol.
It seemed now like the worst idea he has ever had...?
When Minho woke up the next morning something was off...
His Pillow seemed off...
It wasn't his... or any pillow he was lying on... it wasn't a pillow at all...
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