46 days. I miss you (Seungheng/Gien)
- And he didn't even say goodbye,- he cried, almost crying to Jien, making another approach to a bottle of whiskey that was half empty. And it's scary to imagine how much they'd emptied in a few hours at the bar. The luckless leader had started earlier, so Yongbe heard this remark, not for the first time and something suggested that not the last time. For them, it was a difficult time, which heralded many of these dark evenings, filled with conversations in the soul, especially with alcohol. Each of the band decided to pursue a solo career: Sonry took over the business, Daeson and Tayan started to work on solo albums, Jien began to design, which he was fond of, and Sonchen returned to his favorite movie, which he had been dreaming about for a long time. Only this required the actor to go to another country for a few months to shoot, which upset Giena, who did not expect that a solo career can scatter them over long distances. Ideally, it was logical but still unexpected. Kwon hoped that he could spend more time with his lover away from the annoying classmates, but Destiny has a terrible sense of humor. He knew that if he asked, Sonchen would give up the trip and stay home, but his conscience and love did not allow him to be treated so cruelly and unfairly.
Therefore, Choi now grasped the new limits of acting, and Jien poured alcohol into his heart's suffering, pouring his soul into the unhappy friend, who was tired of supporting his head with the edge of his ear, listening to someone else's chatter.
- You said that you had something at night, - Teyan said reluctantly, touching on the most unpleasant topic, "that he couldn't hear about his friends' rich sexual life because of his inner shame.
- It wasn't just "something," Giane flashed outragedly, drunk and angry, sparkling with his eyes. - It was a delightful hot sex with the most beautiful man in the world.
- So you said goodbye," Yongbe said, rushing to interrupt the flow of speech associated with the couple's intimate games.
- That's not it! - Gianne exclaimed, pouring himself a new glass of whiskey, almost immediately draining it in a volley. - He just left in the morning! He didn't wake me up, he didn't kiss me, he didn't say he'd miss me... Yongbe, he didn't love me.
The suffering had moved to a new level called "I-emu-not-necessary," and Theyan grabbed his head in his head and yelled, calling for his own help. But, unfortunately, his messages remained unheard, because Jien began to list all the existing and far-fetched reasons why he could be hated. On the tenth Yenbe turned off his brain, under the table, typing a message in the application without being noticed by the friend, although he was fully focused on identifying all his dark sides. If the transfer of thoughts is not his thing, then Teyan will use a more reliable service.
- And when I'm asleep, I'm always hugging him," continued Giane's enumeration, adding a lovely, almost empty bottle. - Sonheng probably doesn't like it, so he left like that... He left me!
- He didn't quit, - Yongbe said grimly, looking behind his friend's shoulder with a blind eye, answering the machine.
- He threw it, - Jien exclaimed angrily, almost roaring back. - You don't know him.
- And you do? - Tayan sighed tiredly. - Then why is it so easy to doubt him?
Jien froze, opening his eyes to hint at the realization.
- I'm terrible, - he mumbled, forcing Yongbe to moan in his mind with hopelessness. Luckily, the self-critic's phone rang, and he took the call while sniffing his nose. A moment later, he shone.
- Seungheng, - he exclaimed joyfully, forgetting the previous few hours of suffering, plunging himself into the long-awaited conversation with his head, forgetting that Yongbe was sitting across the street and hearing everything. But he did not pretend to someone else's attention, on the contrary, rejoiced, that finally managed to throw him off, and now the suffering of one exactly ended. And he wouldn't vouch for Gyana, and it all depended on the Sonchen and the alcohol supply.