The haunt, a very dark story of a young man named Choi Yeonjun who's broken by his childhood love, so he tries to take his heart to someone else and let them love him wholeheartedly but ends up running into another disaster instead and meets Choi Be...
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Even though the whole city was engulfed in joyous celebrations, he was still drowning in the endless gloom of disappointment that had dogged his footsteps since his arrival at the dormitory. He knew Huening Kai wasn't there since he had gone to his family for New Year's vacation, so he was free to enter their dorm without anyone else seeing him (not even the faculty, who would probably be asleep already), and he did just that.
The moment he walked through the front doors, he felt heavier than before. The heavy weight that made him feel as if he were drowning. As if it would never end. The heaviness that seemed like a constant companion now that everything about his life had turned sour — he had lost everything, including his freedom. Yeah, it wasn't a difficult task for him to escape the police every time they'd find him, or go abroad, but he didn't need his freedom at all if Taehyun wasn't beside him and keeping him company during the dark times. He was the only thing Beomgyu needed in his life, but Taehyun was no longer his... The boy was no longer willing to be his... He was in love with someone else and that idea was making his chest ache worse than ever before and killing his very being…
But he couldn't anything about this, no matter how much he wanted to scream it from the rooftops, how much he wanted to punch things or cry his eyes out and let out some of his frustration — it would be pointless and futile.
He had lost everything.
He didn't even look around the dorm, which was empty. There was no sound coming from any room. No one was there. He was all alone. When everyone around him was happy and joyful, spending their happiest day with their loved ones, Beomgyu was alone with a big turmoil raging in his head because no one loved him. No one cared about him. Everyone around him seemed to love each other, while he was all alone in his misery. And he couldn't even blame them since he had been an asshole to everyone. He had been a monster... It wasn't fair.
His gaze was so deep into the vast, dark room, lost within his mind and there was a bottomless pit of despair eating his heart. It felt like something was trying to force itself out of his throat and onto the ground, but his lips were sealed shut and there was no way he could tell anyone about what was going on inside his head. The more he thought about it, the deeper his despair grew until he felt dizzy and almost faint from the immense amount of sorrow he couldn't seem to get rid of. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there like that - maybe minutes until he walked up to his nightstand and opened one of the drawers, revealing three last small plastic bags full of heroin; his last and only hope.
His eyes were so hopeless that it would hurt anyone to look into them... His body was so numb... And his thoughts were so chaotic and disoriented... He felt completely empty and hollow. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything was blurred and his surroundings looked really dark... All that mattered was finding a clear path to take and following through with whatever he had planned, so he could finally be led to peace... so he'd finally be harmless and stop hurting the one he loved the most in the world... Because he wasn't a bad person, right..? No matter what he used to do, it wasn't his fault because this path wasn't chosen by him, it was chosen for him and he was just a victim of circumstance... He was powerless... He was worthless, useless... He had failed everyone...
