Broken Heart - Part 1

"Wow...check that girl out. Hotness."

"Yeah...yeah. Whatever." He gulped down another mug of beer.

"Come on, Junsu. Stop drinking yourself silly. You are like on what...the seventh mug?"

"What do you care? You are not the one having a broken heart."

"Hey, Mr. Bartender. Give me a glass of martini."

"Hey, sexy. You're alone?" Junsu turned towards the girl sitting on the chair next to him.

"So what? It's none of your business." She gave him a glare before turning her attention back to the glass of martini that the bartender set on the counter top.

"Hey...hey, no need to be rude. Just curious." His vision started to blur. His words are slurred.

"Enough of this nonsense, Junsu. Let's get you home."

Micky pried the mug free from Junsu's tight grip.

"Let go of the mug. I'm not done drinking yet." He shouted to Micky.

People surrounding them pay them no attention. It's a usual occurrence for drunken customers to shout.

Micky put his left arm on Junsu's waist, hoisting him up from his seat. His right arm took Junsu's right arm and draped it over his shoulder.

He tried balancing himself with Junsu's whole body leaning against him. It proved to be a difficult task. Junsu's not helping much with his inability to even walk properly. He was still mumbling to himself.

"Hey, where's my beer? Give me another mug. I'm not done yet."

"Okay...okay. We'll have another round of beer once we get you home."

"Yeah, that's right. Cheers to all the broken-hearted people." He started laughing loudly.

Micky flagged down a cab and he lightly pushed Junsu into the cab.

"Thanks, Mr. Taxi Driver. This is the fare."

He helped Junsu out of the cab and together they walked to the apartment door of the house that they shared together. After getting the lights on, he put Junsu onto the couch.

"Ugh...man, you sure is heavy. Why are you always drunk like tonight?"

Walking towards the bathroom, he searched for a clean towel and put it under the running water. He rinsed the towel dry and took it with him towards the unconscious Junsu.

Junsu is still mumbling in his drunken stupor. His face was red from too much of a drink. His right leg was hanging over the couch. Lightly, Micky put the cold towel onto Junsu's forehead. He walked towards Junsu's bedroom and took his blanket returning to the living room.

He spreads Junsu's blanket over Junsu's body. He should really find a way to get Junsu to start talking about his problem. Getting drunk every night is not going to solve any problem at all.

"Good night, my buddy."

He switched off the lights to the living room leaving the room in complete darkness. He walked slowly towards his own room. Pushing open the door, he stumbled in the dark to search for the light switch.

He walked towards his wardrobe and grabbed a clean piece of shirt and pants taking his towel on the way to the bathroom. Right now, a warm shower is the best option. He needed to wash off the smell of alcohol and smoke from his body.

Wiping his body clean, he reached out for his clean clothes hanging on the clothes hanger. He dabbed his feet dry on the foot mat. Hanging up his wet towel, he reached for the hairdryer to blow his hair dry.

He climbed onto his bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin before falling into a deep slumber. It felt like a few hours had just gone by when he heard a soft groan beside him. He tried to recall where he was.

He turned towards the noise that had awaken him and to his surprise, Junsu was in his bed with half his blanket covering Junsu.

"Junsu, get off my bed. You smelled like hell."

"Ugh..."

"Junsu, I said get off my bed. NOW!"

"Hey, you don't need to shout, alright? I'm not deaf and I'm only a few centimeters away from you."

"Okay then. Get off my bed. Take a shower, will you?"

Junsu rolled off his bed and walked towards the bathroom with his left hand on his temple. He drank too much the night before. He knows what it's like to have a bad hangover. It's not the best thing ever.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to get you some aspirins?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks a lot, buddy."

"No big deal. Remember to clean yourself up thoroughly. You smelled like you just spent the whole night in the beer keg."

"Micky, have you seen my apple boxer? It's missing."

"No. Try your drawer again. You are always misplacing your things."

"Found it. What's for breakfast?"

Junsu came walking out wearing nothing but his boxers. They had always been this way...walking around the house with nothing on but their boxers or shorts. Of course if there's guest coming to the house, they'll put on a shirt and a proper pants.

"Cereal and milk."

Micky poured two bowls of milk and handed one to Junsu.

"Junsu, are you feeling alright? You've been drinking a lot lately."

Junsu kept his silence. He doesn't know how to start pouring his heart out to Micky. Micky had always been there for him and he for Micky. Though they had only known each other for less than four years, it felt like they had known each other for a lifetime.

It's like Micky had a sixth sense. When he started talking to him using that caring and worried tone that Junsu found annoying sometimes, he knew that something is bothering Junsu. It's all only a matter of time before he opened his mouth to ask if everything is fine.

"Did I say something embarrassing yesterday at the pub? I don't recall a thing that happened in the pub."

"Yes, you were drunk silly and you started flirting with this stranger girl. It's just not like you to be flirting around like that."

"I..."

How was he supposed to start telling Micky that he and Jin-hye had broken up. He had really thought the she was the destined one. He loved her with all his heart and this is what he got in return for his undying love.

The moment he said those words, he stopped believing in love anymore. It's like his world had turned from a colorful one to one that is only filled with darkness. You might think this is too dramatic but that's the fact of life.

Maybe it was only him who didn't think that he could ever loved again. All this was because of Jin-hye.