Forgotten [Jian AU (Boyxboy)]

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The apartment is nice, really nice. It's big enough for all of us. All of us got seperated rooms. They are not large or anything, but just big enough to fit everything needed in there. And I love the view.

But all of this got me thinking. how can he know me. When did we meet and why the hell I don't remember him. 

Also, he seems pretty upset about the fact he knows me. So what did I do?

***

Later that night, I sneak out of my room to get some midnight snacks. I tip toe to the kitchen and turn on the small light.

"I'm here as well and I prefer the light off." I hear Kian's voice and I swear, I almost got a heart attack. 

"What are you doing here so late?" I ask him and he shows me his mug. "Tea. Couldn't sleep. Tea always help. After all - you were the one who... never mind. It just helps." his tone changes. He sounded normal, casual but all of a sudden, the last sentence sounded so cold.

"Is everything okay? I was the one who what?" To be completely honest, I'm lost. What's happening?

"Doesn't matter. Good night Justin."

"Good night." I answer without thinking then when his door clicks, I open my eyes wide. Did he call me Justin?

No one ever calls me Justin, they know I hate it... and few people don't even know what JC stands for.

But he knows, and he used it without even thinking about it. This Kian guy is interesting and I really want to know how's that possible that he knows me, that he even knows my full name, but I don't know him... or don't remember him, to be exact. 

I don't get it. How could I forget? He seems like someone you don't forget, can't forget.. yet I did. Am I ashamed? Very. Can I do something about it? Not really. So I just stand in the middle of the kitchen, thinking about this Kian guy, who makes me feels weird, who just gave me this strange feeling in my stomach, when he called me Justin.

Shaking it off, I open the fridge and grab a piece of leftover pizza. It doesn't matter it's cold, it's still pizza. And nothing can calm you down as much as a pizza. Or tea. But that's more for "can't sleep" cases.

***

"Wake up, sleepy head." Andrea knocks on my door and then I can hear her knocking on Ricky's door, followed my Ricky's groans and "f*ck off's".

I yawn and stretch my arms, before sitting up and looking around. The sun is shining bright and even the grey mist hovering above the whole city looks beautiful today.

I get out of my room, fully dressed up, only finishing tying my bandana over my head. I look at Kian, who is sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping his morning coffee, i guess. He's staring right back at me but smiles and waves. Wow. Well that's new.

"Any plans for today?" I ask Andrea, who nods.

"Actually, yes. Kian needs to leave to work but we don't need to do that yet, as we all start next week, so we're gonna just wander around and hell yea, we're going to see Time Square. "

"Tourists." Kian chuckles and Andrea frowns at him. 

"Shut up."

He sticks his tongues out and then finishes his coffee. "Okay losers. I've got to go, unlike you, lazy f*ckers." he hops off the counter and puts his coat on. "Has anyone seen my backpack?" he looks around. 

"You mean this?" I grab a backpack that was on the floor beside me.

"Yes, this. Thanks." He takes it from me and our fingers brush against eachother. 

"Enjoy your day, losers!" he shouts and then shuts the door closed.

I look back at Andrea and she just grins. Does she know? Did Kian tell her how and when we met? I mean, she didn't know when she introduced me. But does she know now? Does anyone know, except Kian?

***

*AN* Here it is, after a looooong time (I'm so sorry) another short chapter. I realized that I prefer these short chapter, about 600 words long, cause they take less time to write, obviously. So I'll stick with these.

I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Feedback means a lot, xoxo