𝜗𝜚 Heeseung ֶָ֢.²

It had been two years since your breakup. Two years in which you spent regretting the words that came out of your mouth that night, even though you knew it was for the best. He was too jealous of you, the arguments had become too frequent, so ending the relationship was the best thing to do. Even when he begged you with tears in his eyes not to leave, that he wanted to work on himself to be better, even when he knelt before you and begged you to no end, you left. So it was strange to meet you on the street, one winter night, just walking through the streets of Seoul, heading to your apartment. He looked a little thinner, and one look at him made your heart break. He looked tired, his slightly empty eyes filled with light as soon as they saw you. You approached him first, in a friendly tone, because you knew he wouldn't. You wanted to tell him how much you’ve missed him, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a simple hello, with that smile that made him weak.