betray - jinson

invisible

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I felt like there was a constant cloud looming over my head wherever I go. It was so depressing after yesterday's event, I felt so lonely. JinYoung's voice echoed in my head, the words he said to Mark were the ones I was hoping to hear.

"I miss you."

Why am I such an idiot?

I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets, kicking a few pebbles as I made my way to a small diner just by the corner of my street. This was the place I went to every time I felt upset before I left. I was shocked when I saw the place still here. Was I stupid for wanting to go here? The place which held so many memories of JinYoung and I? Yeah, probably.

Since I'm not exactly human, my senses have been heightened, meaning that I can hear, see and smell better than any human being. So as soon as I stepped into the diner, I was able to catch scent of JinYoung. Just as I was about to back out of the place, afraid I'd break down if I see his face, he called my name. I stopped in my tracks, my whole body frozen in fear. Why was I suddenly feeling scared? I felt my heart beat faster, I must've looked odd just standing here with the door wide open for a few seconds, not daring to move a single muscle.

Sucking in a deep breath, I looked to my left to see the most beautiful creature sitting in the corner of the diner with a cup of tea on the table in front of him. He was alone, and I suddenly remembered the days when we used to always sit on that exact table. After all these years, the place still looked the exact same. I wonder if the food was still as delicious as they were then.

JinYoung waved me over, a smile covering his face. My legs automatically moved towards him whilst my harsh was being hammered multiple times and my brain was confused; has he actually forgotten me? Of course he did, if he didn't then he wouldn't be telling me to go over to him right now. He'd shout at me and then push me as hard as he possibly can. But why is he sat in the seat he always did years ago, the same cup used for his regular tea?

By the time I sat down in front of him, I noticed his hair styled differently from yesterday. It was gelled upwards, showing a very faint birthmark on the left side of his forehead. I narrowed my eyes at them, I don't remember ever seeing that there.

"What brings you here?" He asked, taking a sip of his tea. Why can't I just tell him everything? Why don't I just ask him whether he's really forgotten me? Maybe he does remember Jackson, but he doesn't realise that his best friend Jackson is right in front of him. I mean, I have changed a lot since I moved away. I died my hair, biggest change in my features to be honest. I got bored of the usual dark hair and decided platinum matched me very well.

JinYoung raised his eyebrows at me and I realised I haven't answered his question. My cheeks turned slightly red as I looked down, staring at my hands that laid atop the table.

"I was hungry and this diner was just a 5 minute walk from my house." Of course that wasn't the exact truth as to why I was here, but it wasn't a complete lie either. I do live 5 minutes away and i am a little hungry, but that wasn't why I came. "How about you?"

"It seemed as though my legs have their own mind because I didn't even realise I was coming here until I entered the place. I think I always came here when I was a kid or something?" When I looked back up at JinYoung, shocked that it was so easy for him to say those words to someone he thought he didn't know, he was staring at the almost empty cup, eyebrows furrowed as he looked deep in thought. I was so confused, how did he not remember that he went to this diner almost every single day?

"Mind sharing?" I felt uncomfortable, no doubt, but I was also happy that I'm able to talk to him again and stare at his gorgeous face. JinYoung looked at me, eyes squinted as he was probably wondering if he could talk to me. Shaking his head slightly and sitting back on his chair, he looked more relaxed since the moment I walked in.

"I used to live here 4 years ago but then my family and I all moved to Australia. It was a huge change from here, and it was so hot to the point I felt like every second I expose myself to the sun, I'd melt. And I am not over exaggerating. Anyways, we stayed there for years and just last week we moved back here. I was glad to move back, my parents were very much against the idea but I had this drama shooting in here and somehow I convinced my parents." He paused as he watched me sit in silence, listening to his every word. I've always been a good listener, always letting the other person finish whatever they want to say before I speak up. "For some reason, I feel very nostalgic sitting in this chair. But at the same time, I feel happy. You probably think I'm weird, I'd think so too if I didn't know me."

"You're not weird, I used to have a best friend that was twice as weird as anyone I've ever met." That was complete honesty, no matter how much of a dork he was, I still loved him nonetheless.

His words were repeating in my mind and it felt like a jumbled mess. I don't understand anything he's saying, the words are coming through my left early but going straight out the right, nothing processing in my head. Suddenly, I remembered the birthmark on his forehead. I looked at it, realising that it had two little lines parallel to each other, looking almost like the play button you'd find in your music app. How did that get there? He's never had it before.

It's as if he knows I'm staring at it because his hands moved up to touch his forehead. Running his fingers over it carefully, as if he's scared to press too hard and hurt himself. It isn't a birthmark, I'm sure of it. The more I look at it, the more it starts looking like a scar.

Deciding to kill my curiosity, I asked him about it. "What happened to your forehead?" Maybe he didn't know I was staring at that because when I asked him the question, he looked at me in shock and wonder.

"You could see it, too?" He asked carefully, placing his hand back on the table.

"Of course I could see it." I answered, wondering why he asked me such question.

"Who are you?" JinYoung asked slowly, staring at me in curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... nobody has ever been able to see this scar but myself. No one. At all. Not my family, my friends or my boyfriend. So how is it possible that you can see this?"

"Well, it is easy to miss. I can see how others can't see this." I was confused myself, this is obviously not a normal scar.

"No way. That's impossible. Of all people, why is it that you're the only one who could see it?"

"How did you get it in the first place?" I asked quickly, wondering why this question was so important. JinYoung stayed silent for a few seconds, his face blank.

"When I was 18... some idiot jackass accidentally threw a fcking brick to my forehead. Resulting in me passing out and waking up with amnesia the next day. I can't remember anything about my life before I was 18 except for that one night the person threw the rock. Somehow, I can't even remember who it was. I sometimes feel like there's this huge part of me missing..." JinYoung stopped talking and smiled at me. "Sorry, I'm babbling."

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I WANT TO START A NEW BOOK GUYS! IT'S GOING TO BE CALLED WRONG JUDGEMENTS (another jinson ff because I love them too much) AND I'LL WRITE THE DESCRIPTION OF THE STORY IN THE NEXT CHAPTER (hopefully if I don't forget). I STILL HAVE NO CLUE WHEN TO START IT BUT I'LL BE SURE TO SAY IN THE NEXT FEW UPDATES OF THIS BOOK.