Ephemeral || Hwang Hyunjin

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It was January first.

For some, it's a regular day. For others, the start of a new year. Start of a change.

For better or for worse.

However, for Hyunjin, it was the same. How every teen, searching for a way to spice up their life & a moment forget years later spends it.

At a house party.

Thrown by none other than his oldest pal, Chris or how he grew up calling him, Chan.

It had been a while since Hyunjin drank. He knew it wasn't legal or healthy. But, could you blame him?

When you can't drown out your sorrows with crying or eating, how else will you do it?

Plus it was a special occasion, The New Year.

So that's exactly what he did.

Drowned his past the only way he knew how.

Staggering a little because of the people dancing, accidentally bumping into him. People making out in every corner, karaoke in the background blasting in his ears, cheers and conversations filling the atmosphere.

It was home, in a sense. But not the good kind, the kind that you hate, but get used to.

That home.

The teen boy, walked awkwardly to the kitchen of the 2 story house he visited every week or so. The smell of alcohol and sweat filling his lungs. It was disgusting, but nonetheless, he brushed it off & continued.

Hyunjin pulled out a soju bottle from the fridge, and popped it open.

Oh how he remembered that smell.

The same smell he used to use to try to get rid of the thought of his ex relationship.

Mira.

Mira.

Was the only name in his head at 3:20 am, the only thing he wished for in the upcoming year.

He swallowed the beverage, the taste burning his throat, but he didn't care. He was numb.

His head starting to spin a little bit. Just a little bit.

Then, the worst idea you could have while your drunk hit you.

Text your ex.

Text Mira.

A sober Hyunjin would've easily brushed the idea off, heck, he probably wouldn't even have considered it.

But when you're drunk, your conscious simply leaves. Every worry & doubt exits your body.

You're in a raw state. Nothing is wrong anymore, nothing can convince you to not do something.

& that's what happened.

He texted her.

& here was the start of a beautiful regret.

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Oh crap, I started thinking about adding small narration chapters, that are in 3rd person pov rather than EVERYTHING being in text messages.

Hope you guys enjoy that, also idk if I'll always do them, but hopefully it works out for me sksksksk.

Anyways, thank you for reading <3