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“I think we should break up.”
Those were not the words Seungkwan was expecting to hear when he’d walked out of his hotel ten minutes ago. Those were not the words Seungkwan was expecting to hear when he’d seen Hansol sitting on the sand, his fingers idly playing with the golden grains. And those were certainly not the words Seungkwan was expecting to hear when he’d had his tongue down Hansol’s throat mere hours ago.
“What?”
Hansol pursed his lips, his expression ambiguous as he stared out at the ocean. Seungkwan’s hand slipped out of his hold, but he didn’t even shift.
“You cannot be serious. I thought…” Seungkwan hated the way his voice cut out. He swallowed back the lump in his throat. “We were good together. We still are .”
“I know,” Hansol’s eyes gleamed with tears and Seungkwan took it as a small victory; he was hurting too. “But I’m moving away.”
“Where?” Seungkwan shifted so that he was facing the other boy. “I could visit you.”
Hansol just shook his head. He still wouldn’t look at Seungkwan. The other boy let out a sharp sigh, almost louder than the waves by their feet.
“You’re choosing now, of all times, to ignore me?”
“I’m not ignoring you.” Hansol muttered.
Seungkwan sank back into the sand, dejected. His chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, like a black hole was being formed in the space where his heart was pathetically beating. He would never admit it, but Hansol was right; long distance relationships were hard. Most couples couldn’t keep it going, no matter how in love they were. Then there was also the chance that Hansol didn’t feel the same way as he did. Maybe, to him, this was barely more than a summer fling. Barely worth a thought. The beach became blurry and Seungkwan wiped a tear away.
“This isn’t fair.” The words fell bitterly from his mouth. “We can’t even have a nice last memory.”
Secretly, Seungkwan was hoping Hansol would turn and kiss him passionately, like people did in the movies. Wipe his tears away, say something really poignant and emotional, like ‘I’ll never forget you’, or something. Even if that was all bullshit, Seungkwan was a romantic, and he needed something to sweeten the sting in his heart.
But Hansol did nothing. He just sat there, staring at his toes curling in and out of the sand. Feeling uncharacteristically brave, Seungkwan leaned forward with the intention of pressing a kiss to Hansol’s cheekbone. But before his lips even came close, Hansol leaned away.
Seungkwan felt anger and hurt claw their way up his throat like bile. He clenched his teeth and stood up, hating the way his lungs felt like they were being squeezed clean of air. He deliberated on whether or not to say anything. Then, because he was nearly as dramatic as people said he was, he opened his mouth.
“You’re not even worth a good one-liner.”
Without a second glance, he stormed off, kicking sand up behind him in his haste to get away while he could still control his tears.
He didn’t see Hansol watch him leave, his cheeks wet with tears and his lips trembling with the words he’d forced from his mouth.