Hello this is my 2nd fanfic :]credit for the poster goes to: SUGAR RUSH Graphic Shop ForewordTiffany&Youngbaes Apartment Jessica and Tiffany were sitting down on a small couch, waiting for Youngbae to get home from work. Jessica was keeping Tiffany while she waited for him to get home, until Tiffany got really tired of waiting. Fany: "Do you wanna go out tonight?" She asked, turning to her best friend. Sica: "But isnt it you and Youngbaes anniversary?" She asked curiously. Fany: "Its alright, he wont mind." She said, flipping her phone open. "Ill ask him right now..." She said, going down her long list of contacts. Sica: "He wont mind?" She said in disbelief. "How many times are you gonna blow him off to go to some club??" She asked, utterly upset at her friends actions. Fany: "I dont do it that much. Besides its not like were that serious anyway." She said, clicking on Youngbaes cellphone number, completely ignoring Jessicas accusation. Sica: "Whatever...." She mumbled. Fany: "Babe?" She asked. YB: "Hey, you know I was thinking for tonight we coul-" Fany: "Yeah about that, I kinda planned to go out tonight with my friends already so.." She asked, waiting for him to cave in to what she wanted, as he usually did. YB: "Oh... well its not good to bail on them so have fun." Fany: "Thanks babe, kay bye." She said, smiling hanging up her phone. "See, he said I shouldnt bail on my friends and to have fun." She said, holding up her phone, smiling as if shed won some kind of battle. "Now lets go." She said, standing up grabbing Jessicas hand, and dragging out her apartment. As the door to the apartment closed, another door opened from inside the apartment as Youngbae walked out. YB: "Am I really that easy?... Am I really that foolish?.." He asked himself, leaning himself on the side of the wall in the hallway. Youngbae slowly slid down the wall until he found himself on the floor, looking lifeless, as he asked himself those questions, over and over again. Even when he already knew the answer to those questions. No matter how hard he tried to bring himself to hate her, he couldnt. YB: "Im such a fool..." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He knew that he was the lovestruck fool in the realtionship, and doesnt mind, as long as its with her. YB: "But... Ill be the best damn fool for you, even if I keep losing." He said, as tears slowly descended as continued to look up at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried to be the best for Tiffany, he would always lose. But feels that if he doesnt keep fighting, he might lose her forever. YB: "Look at what you did to me...." He said, as he closed his eyes only to see her face. She has his heart in the palm of her hand, and shes the only one who can tear it apart.