Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, blinking to adjust from the light peeking behind the curtains. He rolled on his side and checked the time.

11:12am

He let a sigh out before standing up from his bed to go towards the bathroom. Upon entering, Wooyoung took notice of his haggard hair sitting on top of his head, his eyes are puffy and swollen from crying all day. His nose are red, and dry tear-strained can be seen from his cheeks.

He put both of his hand on each side of the sink, staring at himself. He let a dry laugh out when he remembered Yeosang.

"You look like shit." Yeosang commented once he took a glance of Wooyoung's face.

"I know." Wooyoung dryly said, opening the door wide for Yeosang. Wooyoung was devastated, he just found out that his so-called-boyfriend cheated on him. He immediately called Yeosang, sobbing into the phone until his bestfriend decided that comforting personally is better than in call. Plus, they get to eat ice cream.

"You know, I would have punch him." Yeosang said, patting the seat beside him. Wooyoung let out a small laugh, sitting beside Yeosang and leaning his head on his bestfriend's shoulder.

"You wouldn't even be able to land a punch."

"Please! I can and I will. Just wait."

The next day, Wooyoung found his ex-boyfriend with a black eye and a broken nose. Yeosang slipped beside him with a wide grin, "Told you I'll be able to land a punch." When his ex looked towards their direction, his face paled and he ran away like he saw a ghost.

"Yeo..." Wooyoung didn't know how to feel, but he let out a loud laugh. He wrapped his arms around Yeosang, laughing as he does so. "You're..."

"...Amazing." Wooyoung whispered, staring back at his reflection who already had another set of tears falling down. He hang his head low, a whimper falling out. He tightly gripped the edges of the sink, to the point that his knuckles turned white.

He closed his eyes, trying to take a breather yet frustration bubbled inside of him. He let out a scream and his fist meet the mirror. A loud crash of glass are heard along the echoing walls. He could care less. He held his head, with blood dripping down from his knuckles and he fell on his knees, scraping it from the shattered glass.

Turn back the time when I first met you. Bring me back to the past before I lost you.

Yeosang. I'm losing myself. The pain is too much to handle. Why did you leave too soon?