a breakup that couldn't get any worse
but I think it was beautiful in the beginning
all the scars and traces you left on me
they were love, and still are now

✧

"you really are the worst, park jisung." the boy muttered to himself with his face buried in pillows. the soft, fluffy material still carried her scent, and it drove him crazy.

it was his fault, he knew that, but they both knew it wouldn't work.

jisung turned over, letting his head sink into the bed as he stared at the ceiling. he brought his arm up, holding it so that his wrist hovered above his eyes.

though it wasn't visible anymore, jisung could still remember the feeling of her writing her number on his arm in pen so he wouldn't forget to text her.

he didn't think he would ever forget that feeling.

a sad smile tugged at his lips as thin trails of tears ran down the sides of his face.

he didn't want it to end-especially not the way it did. he regretted it.

jisung hated the fact that he never even bothered to spare her a glance as she begged to keep them together.

she deserved someone better than him. goeun deserved to be with someone who wasn't afraid to be seen with her.

jisung rolled onto his side, eyes still trained on the naked spot of his wrist. he could almost visualize the ink numbers on his skin, and it made him smile.

the boy pulled his arm to his chest and held it there until he fell asleep, memories of chae goeun fluttering through his dreams.