Help Me Out? (Seongjoong)

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[comments are always very welcome!]

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All eyes were on Han Jisung.

The pink haired boy in all black, sitting in the corner. The long haired girl in the extremely warn Palaye Royale shirt. The bartender behind the counter, far too distracted to realize how wrong he was making these drinks. All eyes were glued to the stage.

I continue to wipe the spilled drinks off tables. I strained to see over the sea of people. The red lights putting a strange pink hue over everyone, and everything. Jisung's jet black hair shined a pretty shade of red.

Everyone's eyes may have been on him. But his eyes were only on me. Han Jisung watched me in the crowd. His hands effortless gliding along the strings of his guitar. Every fret memorized.

A small smile played on his face as he watched me. The exact same smile he gave me six months ago. The one that gave me unbearable butterflies so many months. The first night his band had played at The Broken Bottle.

His group always put on the best shows I had ever seen. Every beat perfection, instruments perfectly tuned, their vocalist never failed to have the most perfect voice. Seemingly never having an off day.

I had wanted to quit my job here. Countless times. Between the shitty pay, and the iffy music always played. It wasn't my favorite job in the world. One i never wanted.

I wanted to quit ages ago. But, my dad needs the money. Needs money to pay rent.

I leave for college tomorrow. I'd need the money I've saved for it. Conservative the money until summer break.

I leave tomorrow.

My heart sunk at the thought that this would be the last time I saw Jisung play. For a long time. The last night I'd kiss him, the last night I would talk to him.

Tomorrow.

I spent the night with him. Barely in the door his lips were already on mine. The bitter taste of the beer he drank after his set on his lips.

It moved quickly. I could barely catch up to what was happening. Doc Martens kicked off. And Jisung led me to his room. The door clicking locked behind.

On the bed. So quickly on the bed. Slipping hands under clothes, shirts removed.

All I could focus on was his skin on mine.

"I love you."
Jisung whispered against my lips.

It felt like electricity flew through my body. My heart raced. I felt drowned. Smothered.

"I l-"
I couldn't finish my sentence. So close. I was so close to saying it back. But I couldn't. Memories of the last time someone had ever loved me burned through my mind.

Glass shattering. Yelling. Arguments. And lastly, my mother hugging me. Whispering that she loved me. Before leaving me. Leaving me with a father who never chose love.

How could you leave someone you loved.

I loved Jisung.