➴ jongseong's。

@park jongseong. At the sound of his voice, Chaeyoung immediately pulled her head from her knees, a position she hadn't even realized she pulled herself into while waiting for him. Her brown eyes were wide, barely able to breathe as if this were her first time seeing him all over again. "Jongie," she sniffed, unable to stop her tears from spilling down her face again, her cheeks still cold from the last time she cried while waiting for him today.

Chaeyoung knew this wasn't healthy, it didn't take a rocket scientist to come to that conclusion. But when she sat here looking at him, even with the tears blurring her vision, she couldn't help but think that he looked so handsome. Her memories did his beauty no justice. Even scrolling through his instagram, which she had done so much since they broke up, the pictures he posted truly didn't come close to how it felt to see him in person. "I," she started, unable to say much due to her hiccuping. Chaeyoung's face was growing redder, whether it be from embarrassment or something else, she was unsure. "I just... I missed you. I'm sorry, you probably don't want anything to do with me."

@lee chaeyoung. Jongseong would usually mettle further into his contentious work come the inevitable storm of their usual paradigm of an relationship. Foolish in his beliefs that if he'd take his mind off the matter, his heart would ache less and he wouldn't drown in the thought's of the angelic figure he somehow manages to gain and lose like an inalterable record. But he knew better. He knew how alarmingly final it felt every time, the initial blow-out in which led to static that took place of what once were constant communication of the pair. He would swear to himself not to revisit such pattern, until he was answering those messages or calls that dragged him right back in as if he'd never left, or perhaps been pushed away.

So it was an a astonishment to himself why he yearned for her a substantial deal than usual, it's almost been a month and his presumption of healing proved to be an hoax. It was clear each summation of moments spent with her caused the rip of the band-aid to impair his heart even more once reality hit, but he's grown accustomed no matter the weight. It didn't make seeing the very building they've shared a plethora of moments in any easier to frequent, but here he was trudging up the steps. Jongseong needed to titivate himself after his long shift at the gas-station, simply to transition to an even longer night of rascality. But what he didn't expect was to find the slumped figure of his ex.

"chaeyoung?.." Undecided if that was a realization to himself or call out to the girl, it didn't matter. Her appearance was enough to force his body to move on it's own accord, an whirlwind of concern, relief and awe battling for which reigned over his emotions as he sunk to his knees to be of level with her. He didn't think twice, like a reflex his hand reaching to tuck the veil of her tresses behind her ear for then he noticed the streak stains along her dough cheeks, the puffiness of her eyes a telling sign of the tears brimming them. he wasn't nearly as inebriated as he wanted to be for surprise and panic rose in his chest. "What -.. what happened?"

@park jongseong. Chaeyoung knew it was probably a bad idea to go see her ex. The two of them had been on and off for months, stuck in a violent cycle of wanting to be together and then realizing they led two completely different lifestyles for either of them to be happy together. Every time, Chaeyoung has repeated the same cycle; she'd promise herself that she'd never return to him, that she needed to remember this feeling and use it as motivation to get over him. But it was never long before was back with him, whether it was from an "accidental" call or a drunk text, like the north pole to her south pole, she found herself pulled back to him.

Today was no different, having spent the past 3 weeks completely submerged in the dumps after calling it quits with Jongseong again. She wasn't her usual, bubbly self and every other thought was filled with him and how much she missed him. She was back to barely eating and trying to sleep at night was useless. There seemed to be no hope for her heart. One night, as if she were a woman possessed, she found herself having driven to his apartment and sliding down his door to wait for him. They could make it work, right? It wasn't healthy how much she loved him and it certainly wasn't good how much she missed him. She said it every time, but they could make this time different. They had to.

Chaeyoung gave a heavy sigh, glancing at her phone with bleary eyes, using the backs of her hands to wipe away the tears forming around her vision. Had he given up on her?