I Can Be Happy (JongKey/OnKey)

As Your Back Faces Away And Grows Smaller

The couple made it to Kibum's apartment and Kibum hadn't stopped crying. The couple ended up curled up on Kibum's couch as Jinki tried to console him.

"Kibum, if you don't tell me then you'll never get better" Jinki told him and Kibum sniffed.

"I can't do that to you" Kibum mumbled, "It's unfair, it's not right"

"Shh, just tell me, everything will be alright" Jinki replied, petting Kibum's hair.

"I don't want to hurt you Jinki, you don't deserve that" Kibum insisted.

"You don't deserve to go through pain either, we don't always get what we want" Jinki told him.

"I love you, Jonghyun" Kibum breathed and Jinki turned to look him in the eye.

"J-Jong... hyun?" Jinki asked, his words lost as Kibum looked at him blankly.

Kibum's eyes began to widen as he slowly processed the situation, "I-I..." He tried to speak, but Jinki's face brought his tears back.

They both sat up, Jinki not speaking and Kibum letting a few tears fall. Then Jinki stood and Kibum's breath hitched.

"Jinki" Kibum's voice made him stop, "Please don't go"

Jinki looked back at him, "What am I to you, Kibum?"

That's when Kibum's heart shattered, because it wasn't filled with venom, but rather despair and hurt.

"My everything" Kibum answered but Jinki just scoffed.

"Then how come you still love him" Jinki asked, his voice pained but never angry.

Kibum couldn't answer as more tears fell.

"Do you even love me?" Jinki asked, sounding scared of the answer.

"Y-Yes... Yes of co-urse I do" Kibum answered, but Jinki just looked down.

"Then why are you doing this to yourself if you love me?" Jinki asked and began walking again, the only sound in the apartment being his footsteps and Kibum's occasional sniffle.

The front door opened and closed and then locked. Kibum waited to hopefully hear it unlock, for Jinki to change his mind and come back, but he knew it was over. And then it settled in, Jinki wasn't coming back, Jinki would never be back. And then the crying restarted and Kibum laid down on his couch and curled into the back. Sob after sob ran through his body, slowly getting more violent and louder. The pieces of his shattered heart had come back, and now they were stabbing him, cutting him, giving him what he believed he truly deserved.

It went on for what felt like hours to Kibum, but he never did look at the time. He felt horrible, but there were no more tears to express it. Then he found the extra beers in the fridge, and now he had a new reason to drink. The empty bottles soon filled his sink, not even his drunken self understanding why he believed that was a good place to keep them. His idea that more liquid in his body would mean more tears to cry became wrong as he sat on the floor motionless.

Finally, he had decided enough was enough, and hauled himself to his bedroom. Placing his phone on his nightstand he fell asleep with hopes he would forget the events of that night in the morning.

AN: Short chapter but I just felt like I should end this chapter here