Here Without You (Jackbum)

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When you feel like there's nothing left, you try to hold on to memories...

The memories of those days where sincere smiles could be displayed, playful touches could be felt, caresses were given, giggles could be heard and promises of eternal love seemed real...

There were things Jaebum couldn't forget. Things that were stuck in his mind every day, every hour, every minute.

He wished so many times to forget, for his own good, but he just couldn't.

His smile still lingered in his mind.

His smell still remained in their shared bedroom. In their bed. In his pillow, that Jaebum smelled everyday. He could still smell him, and feel him, somehow.

The sound of his voice was still heard by Jaebum, although he seemed to be forgetting it as time went by. And how he used to love the sound of his voice, and the sound of his laugh.

Their friends tried so many times to make Jaebum forget, but he wouldn't. He couldn't... He didn't want to.

"It's too soon" he would always say. "I can't let go"

He would always receive pitiful looks from their friends, but he tried really hard to assure them that he was okay.

Jaebum pretended to be strong, but at night, while holding onto his pillow, he would cry himself to sleep.

"Hey! Mind if I sit here?" a man approached him and pointed to the vacant sit next to him.

"Huhmm... sure" Jaebum replied while looking at him and analyzing his appearance. The other was shorter than him, but well-built, and definitely very handsome. He was wearing a black long sweater and a pair of dark grey skinny jeans, that fitted his thick thighs perfectly. He had blond hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and the most perfect pair of lips that Jaebum had ever laid his eyes on.

"Name is Jackson" the blond male broke the silence and Jaebum looked at him. Jackson smiled at him and reached out his hands towards JB.

"Jaebum" he answered and took the other's hand in his own.

Both boys fell into silence, and as their hands touched, they both felt as if electricity was running through their bodies. They remained like that, sitting on a couch holding each other's hand.

That was their first meeting.

JB turned on his side in bed and inhaled the sweet scent that was still on the other's pillow. His scent was slowly fading, and it made him even more desperate.

He sighed and let a tear fall from his eye.

"Why?!" he questioned weakly. "Why?! Why did it have to be like this?"

The second time they met was by pure chance. An encounter of destiny, if you believe in destiny that is.

Jaebum was out with his best friend, Jinyoung, and they had decided to take a small walk on a park near Jaebum's house.

Jinyoung was talking about a boy he had recently met, and was obviously interest in, but Jaebum wasn't listening not even half of what the other was saying. He had a "problem" of his own. Since he had first met Jackson, he couldn't stop thinking about him. Well, that wasn't his problem, of course. The problem was that he had no way to contact the other boy.