biased || choi youngjae

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Georgia P.O.V

"Can we talk?" Jackson asks, standing in my doorway. Not knowing what else to say, I nod my head and let him inside.

"What's up?" he doesn't sit down and he kind of just paces up and down my room. It's uncomfortable to watch, so I stand in his way - stopping him from continuing his pace.

"Georgia, this- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he starts, looking panic-y and deflated. I raise my eyebrow, last time someone was this apologetic to me, they ran away for weeks and ended up in hospital - I don't want that to happen again.

"About what, Jackson?" I ask, trying to get it out of him, he kept mumbling that he was sorry before he finally provided me with the explanation of his apologies.

"I'm sorry that I like you as more than a friend, and I'm trying to stop myself, I just want to say that this shouldn't stop us from being close, I really enjoy your company and I feel like this makes things awkward so, I'll make sure to try everything to stop liking you and we can just be friend, are you okay with that?"

"Jackson, of course I'm okay with that, don't stress yourself out, okay?" I put my hands on his shoulder to stop him from shaking so much, probably with the stress and anxiety about what he just said. "Is that all you wanted to-"

"Sorry," Is the one word he says before I feel his lips on mine - it felt wrong, it felt nothing like Youngjae - but before I was able to pull away, Jackson pulled away himself, muttering a curse under his breath.

"Jackson? What the heck!?" I yell, stepping backwards away from him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel bad that he's sad over me, but he can't just walk in and kiss me when I'm obviously with Youngjae - or something.

"I'm sorry, I thought it would help, I don't think before I do things, I'll leave now, I'm sorry," Jackson responds before turning around and hastily making his way out of my front door.

I'm left in the living room, confused and disgusted. I almost feel the paranoia hit me, my stomach flips and I suddenly feel so wrong. I have to make sure Youngjae doesn't find out about this. Not because of me, but because I don't know what he might do to Jackson.

There's another knock on my door, I push myself up from the sofa - I don't know at what point in my thinking that I ended up sitting down - and make my way over to the front door to open it once again.

"Ja- Oh, Youngjae!" I need to stop assuming who the person at the door is. Instead of what I thought would be a teary eyed Jackson coming back to apologize again, in front of me is an energetic and happy looking Youngjae, and I really wish I could mimic his emotions but with what just happened, I'm struggling.