Be Mine, Baby✅

Chapter 12

Back in the apartment that he had called home for the past couple of months, War closed his suitcase after packing. He has changed into a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He walked out of the bedroom and was stopped when Peach came running towards him. She was no longer the little pup he had met a year back. If she stood up on two legs, she was almost his height. She loved giving him hugs. And that's what exactly she did. She stood up and hugged him.

"I'll miss you, Peach. Be a good girl." He said and placed a kiss on her head.

When she got down, War looked around for the last time. He wiped his eyes for what felt like the billionth time. It was for the best. He knew it was for the best. He couldn't keep doing this to himself.

His phone had been vibrating incessantly for a while before it had stopped completely, probably Yin wondering where the hell he had gone and what had happened but War had ignored it completely.

War placed his keycard on the counter before walking out and closing the door behind him. He took the elevator and reached downstairs. The cab he had booked had arrived. He got in and gave the address. He looked outside to see Yin running into the building while holding his phone to his ear.

He figured that Yin was trying to call him since his phone was vibrating in his hand.

War leaned his head back as he could feel another set of fresh tears filling his eyes as the hurt stabbed him again in waves.

His lover was engaged to someone else, and he didn't even tell War. He kept him in the dark. He hid him in the shadows. And though War reasoned it was inevitable, it didn't lessen the convulsing throbbing in his heart.

Was it to save him from the hurt? Was it because he knew War would be upset? Was it because War couldn't understand even when Yin did? Was it because he wasn't important enough to know?

War felt small and insecure. He felt small against Yin's world that was cold, and glamorous, and way beyond his reach. He didn't understand his world, and he didn't belong.

If only the older had told him before, maybe it would hurt less. Maybe they wouldn't be so broken-

War wanted to laugh. No matter how he would still be hurt in the end. He was given choices when he couldn't choose one. And War was confused. He was upset, and he was heartbroken. Because his dream of Yin slipping away was beginning to come true.

And he couldn't blame anyone. Not himself, not even Yin.

Because War had seen enough to know. Because he fell for that man, who was always too busy to do anything else, he fell in love knowing that.

But War was still breaking. He wanted to hold onto some hope. That Yin would chase after him and choose him in the end. Even when everything that was happening made it impossible.

But would he?

Because what would he do if Yin did choose him in the end? It won't hurt less. Because Yin would still continue the engagement to reach his goal.

Instead, War would only bleed more. Because Yin would do anything for his aspirations. And though he loved War, he didn't love him enough to not hurt him even when he didn't know.

War finally snapped back to reality when the driver told him that they had reached the destination. War wiped his tears before paying the driver and stepping out.

He walked up the familiar path and knocked on the door. He wasn't sure if the door would be answered. But when the lights turned on inside, tears brimmed in his eyes again. And when the door opened, and he took one look at the man in front of him, the tears rolled down his cheeks.