Boy across the street (KSM/HHJ)

thirty-six

Seungmin PoV

"You can trust me," was just a lie that came out of his mouth. Everything he ever said to me was just another lie that I believed.

And with every breath it became harder to live with the feeling that he had cheated on me, even though I had seen it a few seconds ago. His lips on someone else's, on a woman's.

Before it happened, it was a day like any other. Hyunjin and I went to school together hand in hand and our paths separated during the lessons.

But halfway through the day he behaved differently, stranger and like he was hiding something.

I tried to ask if something had happened or if I had done something wrong but no sound came out of my mouth.

He said he had to go somewhere after school and then I saw him. Behind the school with a girl who was in chemistry class with him and they kissed.

That's all I needed to see to walk away with tears in my eyes and call Minho.

"Are you home?" I asked when he picked up the phone.

Tears streamed down my face as he answered me and as I sobbed he asked: "Do you want to talk about it now or when you arrive?"

"When I arrive," I mumbled and walked quickly towards Minho's home as i hung up the phone.

Anger, frustration and jealousy pooled in my blood and I wanted to punch the next person who would walk past me. I would like to tear Hyunjin's head off because this anger was almost unbearable.

So I hit the nearest lamppost with full force and with clenched fists. I heard my fingers cracking and a stabbing pain spread through my hand.

"Damn," I whispered and continued with pain in my fingers until I reached Minho. When he opened the door for me I couldn't help but hug him tightly and tried not to cry again.

His hands stroked my back and he whispered: "Tell me what happened..." We went in and sat on the sofa. I sat next to him with my eyes downcast and stared at my now blue fingers. I tried to move two of them but it didn't work, so I turned my gaze back to Minho.

"Hyunjin... he-" Before I continued, Minho sighed loudly and took my injured hand in his.

Maybe it wasn't the best thing to tell Minho, but it was better than being at home now and waiting until I could discuss it with Hyunjin.

"I saw him kissing a girl," I whispered, blinking away the tears a few times.

"What an asshole," he growled and stroked my fingers gently, but I still flinched because of how much it hurted.

"What should I do now?" I asked my best friend, slightly embarrassed, since he seemed to be right about Hyunjin. He gave him a chance but was suspicious the whole time. I should have trusted him.

"Talk to him, maybe you misunderstood something," he said and I was really surprised by this sentence.

"What could I have misunderstood? I saw exactly how his lips, which had touched mine so many times, touched a girl's," I answered him and could feel the tears in my eyes, but I didn't want to cry.

"Still, you should talk to him," he said and I nodded.

"Can I stay with you for a day or two?" I asked and he sighed loudly. "Okay, but first we should go to the hospital, your fingers look like they're broken. My mother should be home any minute so she can drive us there... How did this happen?"

I remembered the storm of emotions I felt earlier and explained to him how it happened.

"I have to have a smoke before my mother comes home," he murmured and we went into his garden together.

He lit the cigarette and puffed on it so that the embers glowed and could be seen.

He inhaled the smoke and let it out through his mouth with relief. I still didn't understand why he found it such a stress relief, but I could understand that he needed something to distract him.

"What exactly did your parents say when they found your pack of cigarettes?" I asked cautiously because I knew this topic was uncomfortable for him.

"My mother was disappointed and asked me why I was doing it. My father yelled at me and said if I didn't stop he would destroy my future. That's why I only have this and a pack in my room that I'll finish smoking then I won't buy any new ones."

Hearing that coming out of his mouth didn't feel real.

I watched as his hair was blown back by the wind looking up at the sky as he exhaled the smoke.

"You are so beautiful, I hope your future boyfriend sees everything I see in you and much more," I said and he smiled looking at me.

"I hope my future boyfriend doesn't fall in love with someone else like you did," he replied, no longer looking at me but continuing to stare at the sky.

My chest tightened and I looked at him, perplexed. I repeated the sentence he had just said over and over again in my head and tried to find an answer to it.

"Minho you liked me? More than a best friend?" When he nodded to this question, I understood even better why he disliked Hyunjin so much, not just because of his ex-boyfriend but because he liked me.

A quiet sigh came out of my mouth and I breathed, "Sorry."

"No need to be sorry, there are still so many people in the world and at some point I will find the right one, which is not one sided love," he said and briefly ruffled my hair.

We heard the front door open and Minho's mother came in so we went back in and Minho said: "Mom, we have to go to the hospital, I think Seungmin's fingers are broken."

I held up my hand and his mother looked at me worriedly. "How did that happen?"

"I'll tell you as we drive."

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Sorry for not posting, but i missed yall. ~Yumi