A Beautiful Life

I Want You Back [NSYNC]

Andrew would always choose Sakura. Always.

Even when he saw Jason moping in bed Monday morning, despite having an internship and classes that day, he didn't have to be told that something happened Friday night. Andrew knew when he didn't come back to the club and was certain when he came home to an empty room, hearing him sneak in late into the night.

Jason stayed quiet about the whole thing over the weekend. Sakura promised to call Andrew the next day, but she never did, and he knew the reason. When he tried calling her, she didn't pick up. But he wasn't the only one attempting to reach her.

Andrew glanced at Jason curiously as the morning sunlight streamed through their window. The rays highlighted the bare skin of his torso. Dark denim hung below his hips, the line of his Adonis belt carved into his stomach. His hair ruffled when he slipped on a striped sweater, and he ran his fingers through wavy, curtained tresses to tidy up.

He stood over his own bed, straightening out the digital alarm clock on his nightstand. Mia had taken a liking to messing up his room. The overt neatness and organization annoyed her. He was at the stage of infatuation where he would let her trash the place with a bat if it made her happy.

And his eyes fixated on Jason, who shuffled underneath his blankets with a grumble at the energetic greeting of the sun. As Andrew placed a neat row of textbooks into his backpack, he cleared his throat.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened, or do I have to ask her myself?"

A wave of silence passed, and Andrew could physically feel the uncomfortable drift between them. Jason was a large lump below the sheets, and he could see the visible rise and fall of his chest when he sighed.

"I'm not talking to you about this."

Jason's voice was muffled and low, and Andrew rolled his eyes as he made his way over to his roommate's bed and sat at the edge.

"I'm going to find out one way or another."

"Then go fucking find out."

A frown crept onto Andrew's face, and without hesitation he yanked down the blanket. Jason recoiled at the sudden influx of light. He looked like shit, hair unkempt, facial hair darkening his jaw and cheeks. His tee shirt wrinkled from his determined effort to stay in bed.

"This is serious, Jason," Andrew shot at him. "You've been moping around all weekend and we all know why."

"Then why the fuck do you keep asking me?"

He attempted to lift the blanket again, but Andrew tightened his grip against the fabric. "Because she's my best friend and I need to know the extent of the fucking damage."

When Jason sighed, it echoed as a sound of defeat. His lips pursed as he sat up and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead.

"Did you guys—"

"Yes," Jason interjected, plainly. "It was her idea."

"It doesn't matter." When Andrew frowned, a dimple pressed at the corner of his mouth as his dusty brows slanted. "She's not in her right mind to make that decision."

Jason gave him a strange look, running both hands through his hair. "We didn't fucking finish, okay? Half way through, she just started crying."

"And you're surprised? What did you expect?" Andrew heaved a sigh while rubbing his temples. "That she'd be fucking enthusiastic?"

"I don't know." He spat the words out one by one, capturing Andrew's gaze gravely. "I just felt like we had a connection, and when she asked—"

"What connection, Jason? Do you think Sakura is the type to do that just from a connection? She's hurting right now. You should have walked away."