Vogue × Hyunin

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he never really remembered what happened after that night. four months later and yet they're still tangled on one another with space in between.

for the press, they're happy. in their hearts, they want to be with each other. outside of work, they're a mess.

hyunjin and jeongin havent seen each other for two weeks. right after their fake date at the nearby cafe close to the younger's management building, they sadly parted ways.

Jeongin was clearly shaking when he saw Minho in his white tux. the older looked breathtaking as he tried to smile away his nervousness, it was indeed a big day after all.

Minho finally got the courage to bring up marriage to Jisung after chickening out for quite a while. Although, it just happened to be that Hwang Hyunjin was his best man.

Jeongin was informed right after hyunjin was asked, but the feeling of cold feet just rose high when they saw each other at the venue's parking lot.

hyunjin looked dead. of course makeup covered his dark and saggy eye bags but he was able to tell that the older lost a few pounds.

there he was, about to light the stick on his mouth, about to inhale the strong and risky taste of tobacco.

"you've been smelling like shit these days, i wonder why..." the younger exclaimed with his eyes moving from left to right.

"you care enough to smell me?" the older chuckled, putting the stick back to its case as he knew the younger well.

"i have senses, its not that i want to voluntarily sniff you." he replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the hard brick wall.

"shouldn't the best man be looking for the groom and asking if he needs help?" hyunjin was about to walk away but jeongin knew he had to do this today. they've got an hour to waste and he didn't want to leave it like that. he wanted communication, something they lacked severely.

"last time i checked on him, he was fine." the older turned back and sat down, to which the younger followed.

"i know..."

there goes the uneasy silence, their arms touching each other enough to cause a spark.

"that night when you came in the house wasted, you said something about actually breaking up for real..." the younger spoke, his breath shaky.

"is that why you didn't answer my calls the next day, or the day after?" hyunjin looked away, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"yes and no. you see that night, i was reading all your letters and i thought about calling you. i was thinking that it was just a mere fall out and we've gone through worse but it was more than that, hyun." jeongin softly said, his hand reaching for the other's much bigger one.

"and then i came drunk, asking to sleep with you although i knew you wanted nothing to do with me. it was clear as shit that you weren't the issue, princess." the older caressed his hand as tears started to flow on those marshmallow cheeks of the younger.

"let's face it, we both were the issue. i was trying so hard to get your attention because i was selfish, so-so i got needy. i threw my body at you and begged to be fucked all the time. you threw your stress out on me, fucking me every inch you can because i was desperate and you needed something to take everything away. fuck i understand that but it still hurt at the end, because i knew i was doing this to my self." the younger boy leaned his head on the older's broad shoulders.

"you are about to ruin your makeup and i don't want jisung to be a bridezilla just because one of his lovely entourage was crying over his and his ex's failed relationships" the older smiled, kissing the top of jeongin's head.

"fuck, i don't even need the fucking makeup i look hot y'know!" the younger exclaimed as he sobbed harder. the only thing the older could do was smile as he wiped his tears away.

"so this is it then. we're officially exes and there's no coming back?" the younger asked genuinely.

"jeong, i fucked up. we both did, several times. i'm too busy to handle the relationship that i dreamt of having with you. this isn't the end, of you, of me, and of us. right now, let's focus on minsung's wedding and when they're fucking their nights away at the honeymoon, we could talk about getting back together. clear?"

"yessir! fuck i ruined my makeup!"

"you look hot remember. no more sulking and put a smile on will ya?" and with that, the older walked away, wiping his remaining tears with the palm of his hands.

I PICKED IT UP AGAIN BITCHES I AM ALIVE. FEW MORE CHAPS BUT THIS IS RAW AND UNEDITED SO 😫.