He Watches From the Sidelines (And He Doesn't Regret Running)

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Manually turning on the television, he then proceeds to plop onto their ratty excuse of a sofa—he reminds himself to subtly mention how there was going to be a furniture sale this coming weekend—and watches as the colour box plays a short clip of two dancing boys. They dance well, he notes, better than he will ever be, and realises this must be that new group from SM Entertainment that was going to debut.
Exo, the foreign words flash across the screen. It sounds familiar but for the life of him, he can’t quite put his tongue on where. Yet, his interest is piqued.
He wonders whether they will go down in k-pop history or fail from the start. A pink tongue sticks out, licking chapped lips.
Perhaps they will get a teensy taste of the fame they so crave, only to ripped from it right before they can fully savour it and cast aside for a new, improved and younger group.
Only to have the cycle repeat itself.
For a brief moment, he feels repulsed at himself for thinking such malicious thoughts and a shot of pity spasms throughout his body.

“…Exo’s officially debuted today…” He catches a snippet of the torrent of words spilling out of his girlfriend’s mouth. Everything around him is blurred as he tries to recall when exactly he heard of that foreign word. “Exo…?”
“Yes, you know the new group from SM? They debuted a couple months back. How can you not know I’ve…” He tunes her scratchy voice out, nodding periodically to give the impression that he was listening to her go on and on. He doesn’t notice her searching her bag and procuring a handphone until the moment she jams ear buds into his ears. “Jukho, jugigo ssaugo oechigo igeon jeonjaengi aniya”
The way the male on the screen moved triggers something in him and brought forth a mem...

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But the biggest change was that he was fucking happy.
One tear. Two tears. The dam breaks. He feels like he has taken a wrecking ball to the chest, shattering his ribcage until shards of bones stabs into his lungs. It becomes hard to breathe.
The nagging feeling of déjà vu didn’t leave; in fact it is joined by an overbearing sense of nostalgia. That, combined with the ever present ache of loneliness etched onto his heart, becomes his breaking point. The negative thoughts and emotions, that he tried his damn hardest to bury deep, are unleashed. It oozes out of his pores and overwhelms him, suffocating the very fibre of his being.
He doesn’t attend school the next day or the day after that. However, when he did return, he doesn’t utter a word and shuns all human contact.
He recovers quickly but it was undeniably that that experience has left a permanent mark.

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