“Woo-ah!”

The voice was precious. Too precious to be there that late at night.

Jungwoo turned and he was met with a warm hug instantly. The latter's small and smooth frame fitted so well in his arms. He hugged back the man.

“Please, don't distance yourself away from me. Tell me what's wrong. I will listen to you. I will support you. I will appreciate you.” The shorter man said while sniffling. It hurt Jungwoo's heart.

“I fell in love with someone who will never accept my love.”

The latter looked at him still a few droplets of years in his eyes. “Did you even try telling them?”

Jungwoo chuckled motionlessly. “My mom was a slut and my father was an alcoholic monster. I'm a disowned, abandoned child. I drink, smoke and mess things up. I have no background and I'm just a clueless living being. Who'd love me, Taeil?”

“Me.” Jungwoo looked up and blinked, not believing what he just heard.

“I'm a very bad person, Taeil.”

“You're not! You're just being like this because situations make you. Our love, my love will change for the good. You will feel the real you. You'll be the real you.” Taeil said slowly and realized that they were just mere inches away.

“I love you, Moon Taeil.” Jungwoo confessed and crashed their lips. They both felt sparks in their stomachs that they never felt before.

“I love you too, Kim Jungwoo.” Taeil responded and they both smiled while blushing at each other. They kissed again with more passion.

It was just right. So right. So good and so lovely. They were in love.

The feeling of burning alcohol felt so relaxing to Jungwoo as he took sip after sip, losing all his consciousness. But he didn't care, it felt good. So good. He hadn't drunk in years and it made him realize how much he missed having the rough liquid inside his throat.

As the liquid went through his throat, he felt the suffocation was decreasing. The suffocation that was caused by his beloved husband. The suffocation that was caused by his beloved husband's beloved student. Caused by their love. Caused by their beloved unborn child. Their unborn child.

Jungwoo's mind was too miserable because of the pain and rage that he didn't even feel the sting of the cuts in his palm as well as the bleeding when he broke his wine glass without even realizing. He looked down at his hands but it didn't affect him. It didn't hurt him. He didn't feel anything. He didn't feel any pain. The pain he had in heart was the only pain that was wrecking him all apart. The pain that could not be not but only felt. He felt it. And it hurt him. Hurt him so, so badly.

“Be careful, Sir.”

Jungwoo looked up at the owner of voice and was met with an unknown man he had never seen before. The man was quite young though. And seemed pretty wealthy following his outfit and style. Kind of giving some whiny daddy's princess' vibe. And Jungwoo had no idea as to why such a guy was caring for him at a random bar at all. Or how such a rich boy was even at some low standard bar. The place literally didn't suit the boy according to his persona. Though, because he didn't care, he didn't think too much. He didn't even say anything to the man and turned his head avoiding the man's eyes.

He was about to order another drink not caring about the wound in his hand. But was interrupted by none other than the daddy's princess. “Oh dear, it's bleeding.” The latter said while looking at Jungwoo's hands. Jungwoo just groaned lightly in response, still not paying any attention to the man.

“Excuse me, can you please apply some effective ointments on his hands, immediately?” The latter called the bartender and asked. The bartender's face went full of panic when he saw Jungwoo's bleeding hand with glass pieces shattered around. “I'm sorry, Sir. We don't have any medicals here…” The bartender trembled.

“Then provide the best ones from anywhere, I don't care!” The man said and the bartender nod nervously while asking to wait for a while and then left for the same. Then the latter turned back to Jungwoo looking at his hands. “Does it hurt?” He asked and the mocky tone just pissed Jungwoo even more.

The man tilted his head a little before continuing. “It doesn't, right? I mean, no pain can be more hurtful than the pain that is caused by love.”

Jungwoo looked straight and fiercely in the man's eyes. He could knock out the younger for bothering him but his words were way too true. Way too powerful. Way too painful. He just again avoided the man. He just wanted him to go away. He was too weak and lost to react to anything.

“Oh, where are my manners? My name is Mark Lee. And I'm Donghyuck's boyfriend and we both study in the same college, Sir.”

The name hit Jungwoo like a bullet but the statement just made him even stunned. He turned to the latter again and looked at him doubtedly. “I know what my boyfriend is doing. And how wrong he is doing. It does hurt. It hurts me so much. And that's why I can understand your feelings, your pain.”

Jungwoo kept looking at the man while he spoke. After knowing the latter's situation, he did feel bad for him. He also wanted to say something, anything. But he couldn't process anything at that moment.

“I gave my anything and everything to him. I loved him like there's no tomorrow. Yet, he still found love in someone else's arms. Someone else which is not me. And your husband felt the same but for someone else which is not you.”

The taller male wondered how a few lines could be that poisonous? He clenched his fists to soothe himself and waited for the younger to continue.

“But, it is still not too late. We can still get our love back. It might be obvious in some ways but you know, everything for love. And everything is fair in love and war.” The younger man said slowly with a breezy tone. His entire conversation was somewhat breezy and mocky to Jungwoo if he'd be honest. “But for that, I need your help.”