From the very beginning, when he found out that Wonwoo was his soulmate, he should've ignored it. He should have shrugged at the information and continued on with his life. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for the name of his soulmate at all — but then he wouldn't have met Minghao, and out of everything that had ever happened to him, Minghao was the highlight of it all. Minghao was the person who shone the brightest, even in the midst of darkness, and that was a strange sort of encouragement for Mingyu to continue on. Maybe that was why Mingyu was so insistent on finding his soulmate; if he was in a relationship with someone, he couldn't be thinking about Minghao.
In all honesty, it was quite the opposite. Jihoon was a sort of rebound after Wonwoo,…show more content… Jihoon took notice of the boy's obvious discomfort. "Well, do you want to go first?"
"No, I think you should. I don't really know how to phrase what I want to say."
Damn. Mingyu was hoping Jihoon would go first. "I don't know how to phrase this, either." Mingyu went silent. Instead of words, they were surrounded by the pattering of the rain against the sidewalk and the roaring engines of passing cars. "I— How do I put this..." Mingyu glanced up at Jihoon with apologetic eyes. "This isn't working out."
"You just made that a lot easier for me to say, so thanks for that." Jihoon laughed — a genuine laugh, the first real laughter that Mingyu had ever heard from him. "I felt bad, because, like, I knew you were in love with Minghao, but now that you've brought it up, it's a lot easier for me to say that we need to break up."
"So... Is this it? Are we done? Is it over? That fast?" The fact that their relationship ended painlessly, in the blink of an eye, made Mingyu wish he had done it earlier.
"Yeah, I guess so." Jihoon shrugged. "But hey, I'm kind of busy right now, I have stuff to get around to, so I have to go. I'm sure you have stuff to take care of, too,…show more content… Loyalty was probably the only good quality he possessed. Obviously, he'd proven it by sticking around despite the whole state of affairs with Minsu. Seungkwan had been forced to reconsider his actions once he discovered the profound effect it had on Hansol's life; if his own sadness would also upset Hansol, he decided that it wasn't worth it. Hansol's gentle concern for Seungkwan's well being had led to an entire other aspect of being genuinely worried to the point where Seungkwan's own emotions, whether happy or sad, took a blow to the way Hansol was feeling. Still, Seungkwan didn't exactly express his mental state in the most truthful manner; there was a time in his life where his words had no filter, where he would talk until he had managed to find the perfect sentences to describe the hollowness in his chest or the butterflies in his stomach, but he couldn't do that forever. He couldn't just keep bawling and throwing tantrums like a child whenever he felt like it. That was a point on a spectrum that he had passed long ago. His happy persona had went from appearing at appropriate situations to becoming the default twenty-four-seven emotion that was expected of him — every negative emotion was buried far in the depths of his stomach, brushed off as a constant stomach ache, like a sickness that would eventually go away; it
