[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

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✨✨Hey y'all! I'm back!
Thanks for being patient, I told you I wouldn't be gone for a whole while. Anyways i hoped it didn't make you guys wait too long.
If been quite busy lately.
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School work, actually work, family issues and my damn cats got fleas so we've been non stop cleaning to try and get ride of them.
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My boyfriend and I had to go out and buy all sort flea shit. Anyways all is well!✨✨
~AU 👁👄👁

     I walked into the house we were going to be living in. As I walked through the door, all that flashed through my eyes were scenes of that night. I could feel his hands on me, I can feel his breath on my face, I can still hear his voice in my hear, whispering threats hidden in the name of 'love'. I blinked my eyes, trying to out one this cover. By now everyone knew that something happened, but they didn't know what. They won't know what. Because I won't tell them and I won't let Jeonghan tell them. It's not his place to tell.

     I approached the stairs, gripping tightly to the stair railing, steading my steps as I walked higher along. As I put my foot on each step, I could feel my feet getting heavier. So heavier I stopped in spot, unable to move. I didn't want to go further. It wasn't until I felt a touch in my shoulder. I look up, Jeonghan looking down at me. Even a fool could tell that Jeonghan was worried. His hand trailed down from my shoulder to reach my hand, pulling me along with him. As our fingers were entangled, it felt easier to walk.
     —maybe it's because I knew I was safe if he was around.

     "We fixed parts of your room for you." My mother smiled as she opens the bedroom door. The pushes the door wide open, revealing... the same exact room. All they did was buy all the same exact things and replace it. I couldn't help but shudder. They didn't fix the room. Not at all. It's as if putting a victim in a room designed exactly the same as the room they were tortured with. Memories would come flooding back, haunting you, fear filling you. The thought of it being repeated as if it were ground hogs day. It's not something someone could live with.

     I didn't want to say anything, so I didn't. Instead, Jeonghan who could sense my feelings towards the room, closed the door and stood in front of me. "I think we should redecorate the room. Change the color, formation do the room. Paint the walls."

     I could sense mother knew exactly what Jeonghan was insinuating the meaning of the room. I could tell my mother understood by the nod of her hesitant head. She tilted her head, folding her arms. "It'll take time though. Not to forget the windows are still broken."

     My mother pointed at the window that was covered in certain paper. I look between them as a small smirk falls across Jeonghans face. I could only furrow my eyebrows. "Then she'll use my bedroom with me—"

     "Like hell I am."

     Jeonghan lifted his eyebrow up at me. A face reading, the expression of 'are you dumb' Jeonghan shut his eyes and shook his head. "Since the guest rooms still need to be painted and need knew flooring, She can share my room with me."

     My mothers lip titled to the side as she started rubbing her chin. My mouth hangs agap staring at her as she was thinking. "Are you seriously thinking about this? Mama, you're joking right?"

     "It's... not as bad as it seems." My mother shrugged her shoulders. My eyes follow the sweat droplet that rolled down her temple, smashing against the floor. "The only issue is, you're male and female. That is very problematic."

     Jeonghan flashed an innocent smile, holding one hand on his chest. His head tilting to the sid. "I, would never do something like that to your daughter. You don't have anything to worry about!"

     My mother smiled and pats his fluffy hair nodding her head. She soon walks down the hallway, leaving the two by themselves. Jeonghan drops his act immediately. A flirtatious smile on his face as he winks at you. "Seems like you'll be spending a while with me, little darling."

     I rolled my eyes, pushing past him and opening his bedroom door. Walking inside, analyzing the posters on his walls, the collectibles hanging on shelves. I bent over to look at the lego collection he had. He had a few cars, an iron man head, and more. I stood up straight, jumping slightly when I feel arms snake around my waist, pulling my back into his chest. I can feel myself freeze, Jeonghans chin on my shoulder. This was a position for couples...
     —we weren't a couple. I look in the mirror in front of us, staring at his face as he stood there smiling.

     I'm still with Mingyu. I shouldn't be doing this, I pry my hand in between Jeonghans, separating us.  I continue to keep my eyes locked on the mirror, Jeonghans face scrunching with a questionable gaze. I had to come out, and I had to do it now. "I'm still with Mingyu, you know." Jeonghan didn't respond and stared at me. I had one last finale thing to say. "And I don't plan on breaking it up with him."

     There. I said it. I gazed at him, his face crumpling in sadness. I see him bite his lip, turning his head to the right. "And you're also still dating Yeonhee, we should focus on our own relationships—"

     "Why do you always have to bring up Yeonhee? Yeonhee this, Yeonhee that." Jeonghan roll his eyes, plopping himself on the bed, slouching back staring at me. "How much times do I have to tell you I like you, not Yeonhee for you to finally get it."

     I could hear his voice crack. We both shouldn't be doing this, we're in relationships with other people. Im not going to say what happened, didn't. I'm not going to say that I didn't enjoy what happened, I very much did... but I will not say that I didn't regret it either, that I was very much did. "It doesn't matter what you feel for Yeonhee or myself... we're both in relationships."

     Jeonghan stood up, slamming his hands in the dresser, picking up his jacket and car keys. "I'm going out... if I don't return sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

      Jeonghan walked right past me, I reached out for him, trying to stop him. His bedroom door shuts before I can even touch him. I'm in a dilemma. My minds filled with thoughts, I'm trying to be the good guy. Yet me being the hood guy, I'm ruining someone and myself... but if I decide to be selfish, I ruin another two people. In the end, I ruin two people no matter which decision I make.