hoseok made a mistake.

the whole breakup has him feeling more exhausted and drained than usual. countless of his sleepless nights were spent in his living room, and he has gotten used to sleeping on his couch. although the pain on his neck and lower back are unbearable, it feels better than sleeping in the bedroom.

yet on one night, while still half-conscious, hoseok stumbled inside the bedroom. he had taken too much drink this time, and he could careless of the empty beer cans he left in the living room. all he could think for now is to pass out and wake up to another dull day.

the moment his head and body hit the bed, the overwhelming scent of mint and cigars enters his nostrils. his eyes flew wide open, finally realizing what he had done.

"fuck," he whispers weakly under his breath, clutching the bed sheets tightly as he inhales the familiar scent. his eyes start to sting, and it feels harder to swallow the lump in his throat.

hoseok pushes himself off the bed and angrily wipes the tears from his cheeks. It takes him a couple of seconds before he finally leaves the room.

"i love you so much."

hoseok grits his teeth at the faint memory of his lover's voice.

he ran.

slamming his apartment door behind him, hoseok takes a huge breath. his eyes were unfocused and his heart was racing quite fast. memories started to flood in, and he held his head between hands, shaking and breathing and—

"hyung! hey, it's my birthday today and i was wondering where you were—"

when hoseok looked up, he saw the most kindest smile he had ever seen.