"I can't do it.." JaeWoong took his glasses off and jumped on his couch.
He turned the TV on but couldn't focus on it.
His eyes were glaring at the letter on the small table in front of him, almost burning a hole through it.
He groaned, and tears of frustration welled up in his eyes.
"Fuck"s were the only word heard from his mouth.
He took a fist of his hair and pulled on it, getting angrier and angrier as seconds passed by.
He threw the remote away, as far as possible, and whispered, "the sooner, the better."
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FanfictionChildhood friends are known to be complementary; they know each other by heart. So why would Jisung and JaeWoong be so close yet so lost?
