Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

You're too hopeful of saving something that's already gone

A/N: au they're separated (in terms of marriage)

Lin placed the key in, turning the knob of a home that was once his. Once theirs. He walked in to Jon lounging on the couch and he looked right back at him.

"What're you doing here?" Jon asked, blankly.

"I came back," he responded, dumbly, unsure of how else to put it. He'd come back. He came back for him. 

He looked him up and down. "I don't want you back."

Lin's mouth opened, frozen, unsure of what to do at this point. He hadn't thought this far ahead. All he knew was he wanted what they had before, didn't wanna be alone anymore. 

"But I-" he started.

"No," Jon brought a hand up. "You've done your fucking damage, you fucked me up, okay?" he took a breath, rubbing at his forehead, elbow resting on the arm of the couch. "Just go."

Lin's eyes were glossing up, "No," he whispered brokenly. He couldn't lose this. "I'm not going," he took a shaky breath between each word. "I refuse."

Jon chuckled sadly. He was about to start crying too. "If you care about me at all, Lin...." he lifted his head to look him in the eye. "You'll leave right now."

"Holy fuck," he breathed, "I'm staying because I care about you."

"You're not," Jon told him, plainly. 

Lin scoffed, "I'm not?" he crossed his arms.

"No." He stood up. "You're staying because you care about being with me. But you don't care about me? You care about not being alone, but you don't care how alone you made me feel when you fucking cheated, do you?" Lin froze, eyes wide, he took a shaky breath. Jon scoffed, "And to make it worse, you didn't just fuck someone, have a one night stand, that I'm sure I could've forgiven eventually. No. You had an intimate relationship with another man. Without telling me." Tears were running down his face now, just at the memory, of seeing the way he looked at him, hand delicately caressing his face before their lips met. 

Lin saw his tears, and tried at coming in for a hug, or maybe to brush those tears away but Jot gently pushed him by the shoulder. "Don't do that." And he looked back into his eyes. "You hurt me."

"Please," Lin rushed, "there's gotta be something I can do to make it up to you," his voice was getting higher, "Slap me, punch me, something to get your anger out so you can forgive me!"

Jonathan's head jutted back slightly. "If you think," he started, jaw shifting, "that I would ever  want to hurt you. Even for this. Then we'll never be back to where we were before. Because you don't know me at all."