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Namjoon continues to knock on the door. He wouldn't stop until the male answers.
The male groans, finally opening the door to face the person. "What do you—oh, Namjoon, hey. What're doing here?"
"We need to talk." Namjoon spoke.
Dongyeon scoffs, leaning on the doorframe. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
"Wh-What?"
"Just come in." Dongyeon moves out of the way so Namjoon could walk in. "We'll talk about it."
Namjoon nervously walks into the apartment, Dongyeon closing the door behind him and crossing his arms again. He turns around to the taller, sighing. Namjoon started to fiddle with his bracelet, nervously looking at the older male in front of him.
"Look, I'm sor—"
"You don't have to say anything." Dongyeon interrupts him. "You've been distant from me, even though you told me you're usually distant."
"Hyung—"
"I know you went back to your ex, Namjoon. You kissed him and decided to ignore me like an idiot."
Namjoon lowers his head. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are, they all say that. You should be relieved that I'm actually calm about this because you basically cheated on me with an ex of yours."
"Hyung, you were my first boyfriend ever since I got out of the mental hospital." The taller spoke. "You deserve a better apology, you really do. I'm still fucked up in the head and I crawled back to him like an idiot, as you said."
Dongyeon knits his brows. "What? Mental hospital?"
Namjoon gulps. "Yeah. I-I overdosed on my meds two years ago and I..stayed there for almost a year. I haven't dated anyone since, then..he showed back up. The one I deeply fell for."
Dongyeon's brows slowly went into a curl, his arm uncrossing. "Why didn't you tell me about that, Namjoon?"
"I wanted to. I really did. But..it was my stupid fear that I just didn't. I-I hated talking about it to anyone. And another thing..the guy I live with isn't just a roommate of mine..h-he's actually my caretaker..for my medication."
"Namjoon..."
"I don't want to guilt trip you. I don't want you to feel bad about me. I just wanted you to know that I fucked up us and got really selfish. You deserve someone better. Someone that's actually doing great in life. I'm still not. I still need to grow up."
Dongyeon walks up to the taller and softly grabs the male's arms. "I liked you for a reason, Namjoon. You were different from every other guy I dated. I wanted to be with you because you're not one of those stupid rich assholes. You were..."
Namjoon knits his brows. "Normal?" He takes the older's hands off him. "You dated me because I wasn't rich and I have actual problems?"
"Wait, Namjoon, it's not like that—" Dongyeong reaches over to him again.
But Namjoon pushes his arms away. "No. Don't touch me. I knew something was up with you."
"Namjoon, c'mon! You can't be sensitive over that. You know I'm surrounded by them and you know damn well you cheated on me!" The older knits his brows.
"Look, I know I fucked up from what I did, but what you did was also fucked up. I'm done talking to you, this conversation is over now." The taller moved away and went towards the door, twisting the doorknob and opening the door. "I'm actually glad he's back in my life. He's not some petty guy like you are." He closes the door.
Dongyeon grabs the doorknob and twists his door back open to watch the taller walk away farther. "I'm not done talking to you!"
