youngjae walked home alone, it feels strange. there's a huge burden on his heart and he just feels so sad. ignoring jaebum wasn't easy for him, everytime he'd turn the older down, he'd feel his heart sink and it just makes him want to hug jaebum and forgive him.but youngjae would not do that. forgiveness is not something you give to a person like it was a candy. youngjae got hurt. youngjae felt nothing but sadness ever since jaebum started hanging out with sana, and to see him kiss sana made everything worse.
jaebum is aware what kisses meant to youngjae. that made youngjae even more angry.
youngjae quietly walked back to his home and was startled when he felt a hand grab his shoulders. "hey, its just me." jaebum said.
youngjae ignored him but jaebum stopped him from turning away. "can we please talk?"
"no." youngjae still resisted and jaebum dragged him on the corner of the street.
"youngjae please, i'm sorry." jaebum said, his voice cracking.
"you're sorry? so? would that change anything?" youngjae finally snapped out. "you can't just always apologize everytime you fuck up jaebum."
"i know, i know. but listen to me please. sana and i have no relationship or anything okay, stop being jealous." when jaebum said that, he realized that he fucked up once again.
"jealous? you think this is about jealousy? jaebum, what the fuck? you kissed her! you kissed her!" he said while tears come of from his eyes. he starts to hit jaebum's chest. "i have been watching you act all giggly and shit whenever you're with her. stop acting like it's nothing!"
"it was just a kiss, okay!" jaebum raised his voice. "did i called you out when you fucking kissed mark? did i whine on your face like a fucking brat when you got all that lovey dovey with him?" jaebum lost his temper.
"you know about that?" youngjae asked confused.
"yes i do! i know everything youngjae. so stop getting mad at me for kissing sana when you did it with mark."
a bitter laugh left youngjae's mouth. he can't believe what he is hearing from jaebum. "you see it that way?" he said while holding back more tears from coming out from his eyes.
"i don't know anymore jaebum." he said with pain on his voice. "i keep telling myself that this is all fine, that i can still be with you, that we will be alright. but i don't know anymore." he looked directly at jaebum's eyes. "i dont know anymore if this is what i want."
jaebum just stood there, words are still processing on his mind.
"things aren't supposed to be like this! you shouldn't be like this! i've had enough! i've had en-" youngjae was screaming but was shut down when jaebum slapped him.
youngjae and jaebum were both shocked from what just happened. youngjae cried even more and ran away. jaebum was still in shock. he didn't know why he slapped youngjae.
"wait, youngjae i didn't me-" jaebum apologized but youngjae was already gone.
jaebum stood at the same spot, not even moving. the next thing he knows, he's crying as well. "you're an idiot." he said to himself in between cries. "you messed it all up."
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"he did not do that." jackson said while trying to not lose his temper. "tell me he did not do that to you youngjae."
youngjae will spend the night at jackson's. he doesn't want to go home and have his mom see how he looks. jackson already texted youngjae's mom and she let youngjae stay at his place.
"youngjae, please know when to stop." jackson said. youngjae hummed in respond.
youngjae's phone started to ring and jackson grabbed it. "no." jackson said as he turned off youngjae's phone.
"break up with him." jackson stated. "you deserve better."
youngjae didn't respond. thoughts are starting to consume his head. is this the time to stop?
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the next chapter will be the last chapter . im still thinking if i should create a sequel or just write an epilogue . pls tell me ㅜㅜ (though i already drafted the sequel im still not sure)
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Fanfictionim jaebum being the most popular kid is confident with himself and one day he found himself being interested to choi youngjae, the boy who couldn't give less fuck about him.