Fics like Honesty is the best policy

He’s sitting against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. The bottle of pills in his hand, he’s really doing this. He can already imagine Mr. Yoon scrolling past the article of his death, scrolling back because he recognizes him then shaking his head, sighing and then scrolling away. He squeezes the bottle a little tighter at the thought. He’s pathetic and selfish. He’s going this far just because of a misunderstanding that’ll never be cleared up. He lied, yes, but he never lied about how he felt. He understands that Mr. Yoon will never forgive him, which sends another ripple of sobs through him. He doesn’t have a roommate, he’s all alone. So fucking pathetic. He opens the bottle, shaking it around. His phone’s next to him; he waits a few seconds for a new text from Mr. Yoon and when it doesn’t pop up, he downs the bottle.

Fics like Honesty is the best policy

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