You're So Childish 2

1 - I haven't moved on

~ No one's pov ~

Ever since that slapping incident, Crown has been very distant towards Tie.

He could never forgive Tie for that slap.

Or for any of the other things he did to him.

But some might say that he's playing victim.
And that Tie has never been in a relationship before.
So he might've been scared to mess up his first one with his bestest friend.

But Crown was too stuck in his own world to be empathetic.
At work, he would do his job but get drunk very often.
He would steal wine bottles from the bar he worked at and brought them home.

It wasn't really his home anymore.
His new boyfriend, Napkin, moved in with him.
If you asked him, being around a drunk man everyday and having to deal with his hangovers every morning was a pain.

He would break up with Crown right now if he wasn't such a mess.

But.
Tie was more used to dealing with Crown like that.
Wouldn't he be a better partner?
He knew Crown longer than Napkin did.
He knew Crown's habits more than Napkin did.
He knew what to do when Crown was a drunk mess like that.

Unlike Napkin.

~ Tie's pov ~

I woke up and rubbed my eyes.
I hissed quietly at myself since they burned.

That's what happens when you spend all your time crying and scrolling through countless amounts of pictures of happy couples.

I got out of bed, feeling groggy and light headed as usual.
But I decided not to be lazy today and just finally go to work.

It's been a few hours or days since I've gotten out of bed.
There's probably some things around here I haven't seen.

I looked around my room and realized that almost everything in here was a reference to Crown

Crown, Crown, Crown, Crown, Crown, Crown!

The memories rolled into my head.
Everything we did together.
The conversations we had.
The times we cuddles to get rid of stress.

Now, his face.
His voice.
His hair.
His eyes.
His hands.
His hips.

I got overwhelmed and flopped back onto my bed.
I brought my knees to my chest and held them tight.
Then started crying.

Tear, after tear, after tear, after tear.
My eyes already felt dried out since I spent all my time crying over this beforehand.

Wasn't I supposed to be over this already?
Why can't I move on?
Why does it even feel wrong to get over this?
I feel like I need to do something besides sitting here, crying.

I need to do something.
I can't let him go.

Not now, not ever.

I stopped crying and decided to pull myself together.
I couldn't let this go.
I have to get Crown back.

I quickly had a shower and threw some decent clothes on.
Where was I planning on going?
I don't know.
But the rush of adrenaline and testosterone was getting to me!

I put my converse sneakers on and ties the laces before heading out the front door.
Closing it and locking it as I got outside.

I shoved my keys into my pocket and started walking.
Where was I going?
Where was my body taking me?
I have no idea.
But I'm not gonna stop it.

After 10 minutes of walking, I realized that I've reached Crown's house.
What a surprise.

The front yard had a bunch of broken glass on the grass and the place smelt like strong alcohol.

I groaned and pinched my nose whilst walking to the front door.
I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer.

After a good 5 minutes, someone with braided white hair, glossy green eyes and sloppy pajamas on, opened the door.

Assuming this was Crown's new boy-toy?

"Who are you? " The man asked in a salty tone.

"I'm Tie, is Crown home? " I asked.

"Yeah, what do you want? "

"I wanna talk to him." I said sternly.

The man squinted his eyes at me and moved aside to let me walk inside.
I walked in and looked around.

Cum stains on the wall, some broken glass on the floor.
What the fuck happened here?
Before Crown met this man, his house was always organized.

I walked into the living room and saw him sitting there.
He was a mess!
His clothes were messy, his hair was messy and his face was stained with alcohol.

I gasped and sat down next to him.

"Crown?! What the fuck did you do to yourself?" I asked him, clearly concerned
I cupped my hand on his cheek and gently wiped the alcohol stain off it.

He hissed, but not very intimidatingly.
He looked tired.
He looked exhausted.
And looks like he's been through a lot.

I felt bad for him.

"I didn't do anything to myself. What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked me, his voice was sounding more raspy than usual. He usually has a very sweet and cheerful voice. But I can already tell that persona was probably long gone by now.

"You did do something to yourself. What were you two doing while I wasn't here?" I asked, a bit angry at this point. What was that man doing to my precious Crown?

I realized that same man was watching us, leaning against the wall, smirking.
I growled and glared at him.

"What did you do? Did you drug him? Did you force him to smoke? Did you have sex with him without consent?" I stood up and slowly walked up to him while talking.

He scoffed and his smirk grew wider.
I gasped and turned to Crown.

"Crown?! How the actual fuck can you call this man your boyfriend when he's literally acting like your kidnapper?!" I shouted at him.

"He just.. makes me feel good in ways I can't describe." He mumbled.

"Good? He makes you feel good? If I were you, I'd feel like a fucking puppet - spending all my time with this man. How could he make you feel a tiny bit of positivity?" I asked, genuinely shocked.

"It's not all about you and how you feel, Tie. But it's always been about you, right? It's always about how you feel, it's always about your mood, it's always about you! And Napkin makes it all about me! That's why he sort of makes me happy! He makes me feel loved!" He ranted, his voice trembling.

My heart ached.
Did I really make him feel this way?
Did I really not show him enough attention?
Did I not make him happy?
Did I really make everything about me?
Am I really this self-centered?
Are my anger issues really this bad?

Am I the problem?

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