BIBLE
The night had been a whirlwind.
The world tour performance was electrifying, and the crowd's energy was overwhelming in the best way possible.
But amidst the chaos and excitement, Build couldn't shake the image of Bible's intense, soulful gaze from his mind. Bible had been his focus, even during the gratitude segment, and Build had noticed the way Bible looked at him—something that made his heart race.
Later, when Bible asked if he wanted to go out for dinner, Build agreed, though he was initially unsure of what the evening would hold.
Bible had looked so hopeful and determined when he suggested it, and Build couldn't help but wonder if something significant was about to happen.
During their dinner, Build could see how much Bible cared about him.
The way Bible looked at him while he ate, the way he smiled—it was all a testament to the deep feelings that had been brewing beneath the surface.
When the moment finally came for Bible to speak up, Build noticed the nervousness in his voice, and his heart pounded. Bible's confession was straightforward and heartfelt, and Build was caught off guard.
The intense gaze Bible gave him was filled with both hope and vulnerability.
"Build," Bible began, his voice trembling slightly. "I uhh, I don't know how to tell you this, I just—I couldn't help it anymore, I gotta have it out."
Build's heart sank, and he looked at Bible, who was fidgeting with his hands.
"You're making me nervous," Build said, trying to lighten the mood but failing to hide his own anxiety.
Bible took a deep breath and continued, "I have had feelings for you for a long time now."
Build's silence was deafening. He closed his eyes, trying to process Bible's words, but the reality was sinking in.
He could sense Bible's hurt, and it was unbearable.
"You don't have to say anything," Bible said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "I am not forcing my feelings on you. I just wanted to say it, and I understand if you don't like me back."
Build's heart ached as he heard Bible's resignation.
He felt the pressure of the moment but couldn't find the right words.
He wanted to be honest but struggled to articulate his feelings.
" How about Us?" Build asked, and Bible felt like his heart is getting crushed over and over.
" I thought I've told you about me not liking him" Bible's voice is laced with the frustration he's feeling inside.
" I like you, I love you rather, and It's fine if you don't or can't like me, really. Us and I are nothing but friends, he is dating JJ" He said it, with all his heart. wishing for Build to listen.
Build's silence stretches for what seems like an excruciating hour.
Each seconds passed and Bible felt like he had the answer.
Bible's face fell, and he nodded. "It's fine,"
Bible said, attempting a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Let's go back."
The drive back to the hotel was tense. Build felt like he had let Bible down and was unsure how to address the situation.
Trying to regain some semblance of control, Bible decided to head back to the hotel while Build went to their shared room.
"You go first, I'll be there later," Bible said with a smile, trying to mask his disappointment.
Build managed a faint smile in return before heading into their room.
Bible watched him go, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings. Once Build was out of sight, Bible pulled out his phone and sent a message to Us.
*[You up? You have responsibility, man]*
It wasn't long before Us replied.
*[Oh, Bibs, I feel sorry. Let's drink the night then ^^]*
Bible's smile was small and bittersweet as he read the message. He headed back down to the hotel lobby and made his way to the bar.
Us was waiting for him at the door, and Bible felt a small pang of relief seeing his friend.
Inside the bar, they took a seat at the counter. Bible ordered a drink, trying to push his troubled thoughts aside.
"What happened?" Us asked, his concern evident.
Bible took a deep breath and downed his glass. "I told him," he said, his voice trembling.
"He doesn't say anything about it, and I thought if he rejects me I'd be fine, but when he said nothing at all, it was more painful than I could ever feel."
Us' expression was a mix of sympathy and worry.
"Don't pity me," Bible said, trying to sound strong despite the cracks in his voice.
"It's fine. I'll be okay. I just needed a drink."
"Don't get too drunk, Bibs. We have a flight tomorrow," Us reminded him, his tone gentle but firm.
Bible nodded, appreciating Us's concern. "I'll be careful," he assured his friend. "Thanks for being here."
As the night wore on, Bible let the alcohol blur the sharp edges of his pain.
The comforting presence of Us provided a temporary reprieve from the heartache he was feeling.
He knew that tomorrow would bring its own challenges, but for now, he was grateful for the solace found in a friend who understood.
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Later that night, Bible kept looking at his phone, hoping Build would call him, and tell him he love him too, or at least ask where he is and, acts like he truly cares.
But no messages came, no calls, no nothing.
And the hope that Bible's holding onto died.
He drinks the night away, hoping tomorrow he'd forget about the pain.
