Shorts.

Ozone (Heejake)

Getting a "good morning" text from Jake is kinda normal. Actually, that's what Heeseung usually expects to read first thing when he grabs his phone in the morning.

Except it's not, and he knows why.

Instead, there's a whole paragraph text that makes his damaged heart skip a few bits, and not in the good way. He feels like that time when he mixed all kind of stuff in one night, almost having a tachycardia. His heart dropping so low in his chest he could felt the tiny bits getting weaker by the second.

"Really? I don't understand, in fact, I don't understand why you do me like this. Every time. I deserve better than you, you know? But no matter what you do, I still want you, and I don't understand why. I really don't. Why do I do this? Why do you do that to yourself? to be honest, idk. Idk anymore. It must stop... it must stop right now"

With his hazed brain, Heeseung just can throw his phone to the bedsheets and rub his hands against his face, skin so dry he can feel how the texture almost burn his palms.

He didn't answer, and he knows that not doing so will make Jake feel like a fool for pouring his heart out in a text at 3am. He knows him well enough to know he didn't slept for overthinking the situation. Crying while writing and erasing every word before finally deciding sent it out to him, thumbs so numb shaking in anxiety.

But he also knows that Jake knows.

Jake knows he isn't answering cause his mind is so fucking lost, trying to hold onto the tiny sanity that is left there, and Heeseung is even surprised he could read and understand the whole text.
But that doesn't stops Jake from expecting.

Heeseung had told him he shouldn't, tho. Jake is... he can't even find the right words to describe him. Too good for his own good. To be true. An angel who had fallen into Heeseungs life just to make him realize he could be a better person.
Thing is, he thinks it's late. Very late for that, and getting enrolled in this whole situation with the younger makes him realize he could never change that toxic mindset of his.

I'm not good. I don't deserve good.

When they started this whole thing, it wasn't that serious. Jake was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and Heeseung was so stoned he thought Angels were falling from the sky. Jake giggled after hours of having this horror look in his face, not used to that kind of environment that his best friend Sunoo dragged him into, getting also dragged by his boyfriend Sunghoon. They talked about half an hour before things got heated really fast, the older with his libido up to the celling due the substances running through his entire system and the younger feeling trapped by the thrill of the new ambient, plus the adrenaline of trying the "bad boy" type of guy.

Best recipe for the kind of disaster happening right now.

Heeseung isn't a bad person. Contrary to what he might think of himself.
He has a heart -softer than he would like- and of course he feels bad for what's happening, but in his clouded head, it's better this way. He's not good for Jake, he decides again. He cannot ruin the normal life of a pretty and sweet guy, no matter how his damage control is already out of his hands.

So he stands up and goes directly to the kitchen, without thinking again on the abandoned phone resting on the mattress.

Read.

Jake knew. He anticipated it. But no for doing so hurts less.
What was he expecting, anyway? Things with Heeseung were always that way.
Jake gives and gives and gives, and Heeseung takes, takes and takes but never reciprocates. In bed, of course, he did, even in spades. But Jake needed more than that, and that's where things go south for him. For them.