what was once so lovely. | jaeyong

the twelfth.

<7:39pm>

<present>

Weeks have passed but it felt like winter was perpetual. Taeyong was beyond broken and his insides felt so desolate. He and Jaehyun had never talked after that night. It was a choice that they both made as they felt like there was no turning back knowing that they could no longer be with each other. Jaehyun was getting married in a couple of days and Taeyong had no idea when it was.

It was as if they were living in different worlds. Jaehyun was beyond busy with his wedding arrangements and last-minute additions, and his workloads as well. Wooseok wanted to get married quickly as he was overjoyed and he had a play to perform in a farther city.

While Taeyong watched Mark as he talks to someone over the phone, perhaps a lover of his since he would mention the name "babe" in English. Taeyong watched with a hint of bitterness and joy lingering in his eyes. How beautiful young love was, yet it was the most shattering one as hearts were too frail at such an age.

Mark was fuming at the seams, his hands roaming around his head, fumbling every bit of sanity left within his soul. It appears that the two lovebirds were in a quarrel. Fascinating it was to see how Taeyong could recall his time with Jaehyun misunderstanding; how foolish of them to be in much of a predicament just because he was too stubborn, childish to be acting all cold and uncaring.

If only he had been such a sweetheart, the blooming rose in a garden of thorns, then maybe Jaehyun would have fought harder for him. Maybe he did deserve to end up alone. No one would want an emotional-devoid teen with a psychotic mother, driven for gold and never what her son felt. Meanwhile, his father was indulging in work and hates his mother as well for her diluted expectations and the spark dying out between them.

"Hyuck, for the last fucking time, I am not ashamed of you! I just don't want everyone to find out yet!" Mark shouted, almost startling Taeyong from the sudden roar.

"Oh, so you're crying now as if I'm the villain here!" Mark shouted once more, but this time Taeyong's head quickly turned to the male.

He stood up and went to the young male placing the phone on the counter as he cooled himself down.

"Oh, hey Taeyong-hyung, sorry you had to hear that," Mark spoke in an exhausted manner.

"What's his name?" Taeyong's voice was soft as a cloud, silk-like to the ears.

"Donghyuck," Mark replied.

He watched the younger rub his temples before grabbing the soda can and drinking it with such lividness.

"You know, Mark, there's nothing wrong with people knowing that you like Donghyuck because, in the end, it will always be the two of you in every single day in your lives. And who knows? What if you were about to lose him? At least, you were able to spend those fleeting days of yours with the person you loved the most because one day when you come looking for them again, they may never be yours once again," Taeyong lifted Mark's face, like a father to his son, his eyes glimmered with bittersweetness.

"Wow, Taeyong-hyung, I never you knew you were this deep... How come you know these things," Mark asked.

"Can you keep a secret, Mark?" Taeyong asked.

Mark nodded his head.

"It happened to me. I was afraid that my mom would find out about my boyfriend, and when she did find out, she took me away from him. And you know what the saddest part was? I wasn't able to savor our time until was too late," Taeyong circled his finger against the rim of the cold soda can.