PAST
It was the day after graduation, and Felix held his phone to his ear. He was desperately trying to connect hyunjin, desperately trying to get hyunjin to even attempt to call him back.
He missed hyunjin.
The lying warmth.
He looked around the party, not seeing a sign of anyone that was remotely close to hyunjin.
"Looking for me?" Felix heard. He bit his lip, slowly looking to his side at hyunjin. Hyunjin looked happy. The drink in his hand. That God awful smirk. He didn't care about the boys heart he just broke. He only cared about himself. "Y-You haven't been awnsering.. i-i thought.." Felix stuttered.
"Felix, we aren't anything. Why are you obsessing over it. I'm ignoring you."
Felixs lips began to quiver, his eyes starting to cause fountains upon fountains. "Y-You said I was perfect.. you complimented me on something I hated. You held me when we watched movies, you told me you loved me."
"Felix, it's over."
"Hyunjin, please," Felix reached for hyunjins pale wrist, dragging him back with such tearful eyes.
"Did I do something? Tell me, you won't talk to me."
"There's a reason why I'm not speaking to you Felix, were done."
Hyunjin laughed. He laughed. It hurt. Felix just watched the man have such a cold look as he continued off with his alcohol.
This wasn't the first time he did this. He begged hyunjin for an awsner. He never got one. Just hurtful responses.
PRESENT
Felix grabbed his stuff from his bag, throwing it over his shoulder.
It was the night before him and hyunjins' argument.
"Felix." Felix just stopped at the door, his eyes lowering when he heard hyunjins voice and tone.
"What?"
He gently said. He turned his head, noticing that hyunjin was holding what seemed like felixs computer.
"You almost forgot this," hyunjin said.
He was practically kissing felixs ass in this moment. He approached felixs bag, sliding it in there for him.
"Thank you." Felix mumbled. He opened the door even wider, and he walked out. Completely ignoring hyunjins' presence after that.
"Y'know, he's not going to let you back in, right?" Hyunjin heard. He looked down the hallway, staring at jisung, who looked as if he was having a great time.
"Says the guy who let his ex-husband back in."
"That is a different situation," jisung scoffed. "I'm gonna pretend it didn't happen because we're nothing now." Jisung said, a hint of sadness, hyunjin just frowned, letting jisung in the dorm.
"Did he really say that he was done? Because I don't think he would be."
"No, but we need to move on. We don't work. We're different."
Hyunjin shut the door behind them, leaving the two to have a talk. It seemed as if jisung was starting to vent about things.
"But.." hyunjin started. He knew how jisung was. He just raised an eyebrow at the sudden sadness in jisungs tone and appearance.
He was wearing minhos clothes, he clearly came straight from Minhos room with the smell of cherry.
"But I love him." Jisung continued onto hyunjins words. "And I can't keep my hands off of him. It's like he leads me into his room, and my clothes are gone and ten seconds."
He snapped his fingers, imagining what seemed as a 'poof' sound.
"I didn't need to know that."
Hyunjin said.
"He clearly had someone else there.i was hurt, but I shouldn't have been hurt. He's not mine anymore, so."
"Who?"
"I dunno." Jisung shrugged.
He grabbed the cup of coffee hyunjin recently made, drinking It all the way. Honestly, jisung couldn't keep wearing minhos clothes. It wasn't helping him with detachment.
"Hey, what's wrong? look different?"
"Im gonna stop liking him. He just used me." Jeongin mumbled, his hands slowly moving across the table to give Felix more room to sit.
He sat his computer and other college elements down, looking at jeongins face. He looked more than sad. He picked through the different food options he chose.
"I thought he wanted something with me." Jeongin said.
He was reminded, many times of the way minho sometimes spoke to him when they were done, his cold tone, his was seemed annoyed voice.
It only took jeongin now to realize how different minho sort of treated him at the end.
PAST
Jeongin gently removed his body from on top of minho, covering himself with the sheet. He just laughed out of happiness. He was enjoying minhos company.
"Can we stay like this?" Jeongin asked. He scooted closer, slowly putting his hand on minhos' face. Touching the sweat covered pieces on minhos' face, removing them away so he could see him better.
But the look of minhos' eyes was different. It looked as if he saw someone else in jeongins eyes.
Minho just looked forward to the ceilings once more, sitting up. "I have class. We've done it all night, jeongin. I need a break." Minho said. He swung his legs over the bed, reaching down to grab his clothes on the floor.
"I thought your class started at 8, it's only 7."
"I need to prepare."
"It takes you an hour to prepare for that class?" Jeongin asked, his smile faded watching minho walk away. His brain immediately thought, maybe minho didn't enjoy it? Maybe he just wasn't a fan of it, right?
"Did you not enjoy it? I'm sorry if you didn't.."
"No, I'm not used to it.. with jisung it was..." Minho paused, looking down to his shirt that was hanging off his neck. "Nothing, it was good." Minho corrected himself.
"Who is jisung?"
Jeongin asked.
"No one, I have to go." Minho grabbed his phone, heading outside of the door to his class.
He suddenly felt..
Used?
