BL Oneshots (UNDER EDITING)

A1. Happy Birthday (Forth)

Forth's pov:

I stared at my phone screen blankly.

Hoping to see one notification. One message. One call.

But nothing.

Nothing popped up.

I dialed his number.

Hope grew inside me when it was picked up.

"I told you I'm busy! Stop calling me!" He yelled before I could say anything.

I could hear loud music playing in the background.

My voice got caught in my throat.

The hope that had grown inside me died out completely.

"I'm going to fucking block you if you keep calling me." He added before hanging up.

Tears started streaming down my face.

I pulled my knees close to my chest.

I buried my face in my knees.

I'm sorry...

I could feel an almost unbearable ache spread in my chest.

I bit down on my lips until I could taste blood. Trying to quiet down the sobs that wrecked my body.

Through my tear-filled eyes, I glanced at the small table near the bed.

Candles, two covered plates, a bottle of wine, and roses.

Why do I keep doing these things... He obviously doesn't care... Why do I still keep hoping that he might show up.....

I clenched my eyes shut and whimpered softly.

The pain in my chest was growing with every passing second.

He doesn't want me..... Just like everyone else...

I laid down on my side facing the window and curled into a ball.

No one wants me... No one...
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I was jolted awake in the middle of the night when I felt something plop onto me.

When I looked up I noticed it was him.

I grimaced when the smell of alcohol hit me.

He was dead drunk.

I slowly moved him and laid him down properly on the bed before getting up.

I looked at the time and noticed it was 4:50 am.

I looked back at him.

He was fast asleep.

His hair was disheveled and his shirt was a mess.

My heart dropped when I saw the marks littering his chest.

Tears brimmed my eyes.

"Lemon... Yes, baby... Touch me more... You're so good, baby...." He moaned in his.

It felt as if my heart had been slashed with a knife.

Lemon... So he was with another girl.....

Again...

I silently stripped him and wiped him down with a damp towel before changing him into some comfortable clothes.

I sat down on the floor near the bed after covering him with the duvet.

How long is this going to keep on going......

He obviously doesn't care about me......

Why am I still here.....

Because you love him. Because he's the only one you have. A voice in my head answered.