yang jeongin | seungin ( ENG )

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7th of March, 2024.

1:27 a.m.

i was excited when you called. normally, i would be the one to call you first, because you are scared of being a burden, even though i always say i can make time for you and that you will never be a burden in my life. i liked you so much.

when i answered the call i never expected to hear your sobs and your broken voice.

"seungmin.." i heard you say in between sobs. my heart broke completely.

there weren't many times that i had heard you cry during the 1 and something years we have been friends and the few months we have been lovers.. or maybe friends with benefits.. or whatever you want to you call it. i hated seeing you cry for whatever reason. it was always for something horrible. either your parents, feeling insecure about yourself, your past or something very traumatic for you. it was never something stupid or childish.

"they f-found out.." you said after a long silence. "seung.. c-could you come.. pick m-me up? i-i'm near the convenience s-store we always go t-to.."

"i'll go right away." i said, finally.

our call ended there. i just never knew it would be our last call.

1:38 a.m.

after our call ended i put on the first jacket i found, and picked up another one in case you didn't have one. i loved seeing you in my clothes and i know you loved wearing them.

i opened the door, left my apartment, closed the door, and went running straight to you. i couldn't take to long knowing that you're hurting, knowing that you were crying. i needed to run to you. you needed me.

i reached the convenience store at 1:43 a.m.

in my opinion, i took to long to get there.

i looked at the little convenience store and its surroundings for a while. it brought me all the good memories we made there, especially from when we used to go there after school, or to buy things for our movie nights we did at my apartment that, since a few months ago, always ended up being make out sessions.

we only went to that little convenience store, because it was the closest to my house and your parents nor our friends or colleagues couldn't find us there, because it was very unknown and there weren't many clients there. it was almost like our secret place.

i looked around more, and i found someone curled up in a corner, on the entrance to alley, really close to the store.

1:54 a.m.

i ran to you. as soon as i got a little closer i could already see you very cleary. your eyes were extremely red, like you had been crying for a long while, even before you called me and maybe also like if you had been smoking something. i knew a lot about your past with weed and cigarettes. i wish i didn't though. i also could see that your lips were torn, like if you had been biting them or something. i didn't expect that you could change so much, since we met for the first time, almost a three years ago.

you looked at me when you finally felt that i was getting closer to you, and than you immediately got up, cleaned some of the remaining of the tear stains on your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater.

wait, not your sweater. it was my sweater. it was my favourite sweater. my greyish green wool sweater with a black stripe at the end of each sleeve and on the hem of the sweater. the first sweater you took away from me. i liked seeing you wearing that sweater. it looked really good on you. i liked you very much too.