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Prologue

DAY+1.

“No, darling. I really don’t understand.”

Now that things have come to this, I’m starting to realize, damn, I really did something big. They say the power of love can lift a moving train, but, fuck, honestly, there wasn’t even love or anything between you and me.

“You’re not some naive college student falling in love for the first time. Honestly, you’ve rolled around every corner of this world. Fucking hell, but you acted so innocently stupid? You want me to believe that, you whore?”

Exactly.

I’m not some kid who doesn’t know the ways of the world, so why did I do that knowing full well this would happen? I thought about it hard while getting beaten up, but…

I really don’t know.

And if you’re asking if I regret it, that’s not it either. It feels like the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.

“Pfft-!”

“You’re not saying shit, you cheap slut.”

Ah, I think I broke a rib. Fuck, I’ve lost a few teeth too. Nothing’s catching on my tongue.

The only thing catching on my tongue is this labret piercing you said was cheap and nice, so seeing as I’m thinking of you even in this situation, I guess I’m a real fucking idiot.

No, thinking about it again, it’s ridiculous.

What’s cheap to someone’s face? Seriously, it’s so absurd I’m laughing.

You know what’s really absurd?

If some other bastard called me cheap or a slut or whatever, I would’ve just burned their eyeballs out with a cigarette, but since you said you liked that it was cheap, it’s strangely hard to take this piercing out.

“Wow, this cheeky bastard is laughing? Hey, idiot. Whether you fucked Do Wooyeon or crawled under his legs, you’re just fucked, you traitor. They say Do Wooyeon flew to the US.”

So, thanks to that.

I lost a few teeth and my eyes are swollen. I tried to block as much as I could, but how effective could two arms be?

Seeing the barbell dangling in front of my eyes, I guess my eyebrow is split too.

Oh, you know what?

Every time you licked the piercings on my eyebrow and lips, it felt so fucking… dirty good-. I almost died pretending I didn’t like it.

I can get the piercings again, but the tattoo you said was pretty, those bastards tore my arm up so bad I don’t think it’ll be fixable.

“You idiot, loser, slut. Do Wooyeon flew away. He flew to the US as soon as shit hit the fan. Do you understand what I’m saying? Do Wooyeon fucked you and ran, you idiot-.”

Fucked my ass.

If you had just asked for a fuck, I might not be thinking about you so much. Why did you lure me with promises of the ocean… Why did you make me a fool who can’t tell shit from shinola, falling in love for the first time?

“So, let’s wrap this up and hand over the tape. Where is it, the tape?”

“…Fuck…”

“What?”

It doesn’t matter anymore. Whether you used me or not, it’s not important. You treated me like a person for the first time in my life, a life spent being treated like vermin. I was just repaying you for that.

They say three coincidences are fate.

So let’s not meet again. You and I, our lives are too fucked up to be intertwined by fate.

“What are you saying, you slut.”

“Fuck off, ugh, you, fucking, bastard.”

“Haa, fuck. Hey, grab this bastard.”

Ah, you liked this hair, too. You said it was the color of piss after drinking a lot of water.

You’re a real psycho. How do you even come up with that?

“Yeah, like you said, if you’re Do Wooyeon’s bottom, fuck, yeah, alright, let’s see what a Do Wooyeon whore tastes like. Hey, bring that over here.”

Ah, fuck. I’m fucked, really.

You know, hyung, no matter how low I am, I don’t do drugs. But I think I’m going to now. I sold a lot of this.

Sewage.

What a shitty name.

Old prostitutes without money buy and inject this because they can’t live sober. The high is short, but it sends them straight to heaven.

When they come down, that’s what they say. It feels like they’re covered in sewage.

“Wow, this drug-dealing bastard has never done drugs. It seems to be true. His arms are clean.”

“It’s his first time; will one be enough?”

Maybe it’s a good thing.

Even if we really unluckily meet again by chance, I might not recognize you.

Hyung. Wooyeon-hyung.

I miss you. Even though we’ll never reach each other.

Just… Just saying.