Trip To Oblivion (Jaeson/Markson story AU)

Chapter 11

Hey guys! This is the last chapter of Destiny.It's a shorter story, I know, but it was actually meant to be a oneshot at first..*smiles sheepishly* oops..Anyway, thank you for supporting my work even though I took that awful hiatus.I'm aware that this account on Wattpad  has been neglected since I've tried to spread my work on other sites such as AFF and AO3 (you can also support me there, my username is the same one as here).I hope we can see each other in one of my next stories.

Until then, enjoy!

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Jaebum opens the door shirtless, hair mused and eyes heavy with sleep that widen the second he spots Jackson outside of his door.

''Jackson?'' His voice is slightly deeper than usual, ''What are you doing here?''

Jackson looks at those dark piercing eyes,then lets his gaze wonder down over Jaebum's exposed chest, red marks of the sheets still imprinted into his skin and that damn tattoo over his bicep, bold letters screaming at him to do something.

''When there's will there is a way'.'

'And yeah, fuck, there is will', he thinks as he launches forward crashing his lips onto Jaebum's.The taller male stumbles back from the force of Jackson's body colliding with his own, his posture stiff, and lips sealed tightly.Jackson feels like his heat is breaking all over again.Suddenly there is a pair of rough, warm hands on his chest that softly push him away.Their foreheads are still connected, breaths mingling into one as they pant in union.

The heat of the moment dies down and all Jackson can thing is 'what the fuck have I done?'

Jaebum pulls away completely and the coldness that settles into the space between them makes Jackson shiver.

''Why?'' Jaebum asks after a long, suffocating pause and Jackson isn't ready for the look Jaebum gives him.One simple question, yet it burns his insides more than any cheap vodka ever did.He hates this.Feeling this vulnerable and exposed.

He swallows thickly, not knowing what to answer.

''You think you can just fucking barge into my apartment at the crack of dawn and kiss the shit out of me when you were the one to push me away last time?'' There is a slight flush on Jaebum's face that spreads over his naked chest the more he speaks and raises his voice.

Jackson drops his gaze.

''And now you have nothing to say, huh?'' He snorts crossing arms over his chest and the tattoo stretches over his skin.Jackson averts his gaze and looks at the floor.

''At least look me in the eyes.''

He wants to.He fucking wants to stare at those eyes until he grows old and wrinkled and dies but he can't.Not when he knows just what he'll see in them.And he doesn't want to cope with that again.Drunk or sober.

''Great.'' Jaebum breaths out and suddenly sounds so tired and exhausted. Jackson feels the guilt and anger with himself creeping at the back of his neck.''I don't even deserve a single glance.''

Jackson's jaw clenches, he feels his teeth grinding against one another and he has so many things to say but the words won't fall from his tongue.

''Go home Jackson.'' Jaebum says and his voice is barely above a whisper, but it sends a turmoil down Jackson's spine and he feels like someone has kicked him in his gut over and over again until he can see nothing more than his life that is falling apart second by second, no hope in repairing it.

His body and mind feel disconnected when his legs start moving on their own accord towards the door but his mind is screaming for him to stop, say something, fix this, fix them. And it's silly in a way, because there even wasn't them to begin with and now it'll never be.