Jongdae has always been jealous of byun baekhyun, he was jealous at how easily baekhyun can be happy. Jealous of all the friends he had in the world, and how he had always been so...... Perfect....
Except that he's not.....
It started of with a sin...
I don't know how long I've been staring at the ceiling but it sure felt like forever. It's currently Saturday and I had nothing to do but sit around and think about what an asshole I'm being.
Jongdae saved me, and in return I watched him get beat up by my friends. And I did nothing to stop it.
The hatred in his eyes were obvious, I knew he didn't care anymore. I knew so many things yet I don't try to do something; maybe it's because I'm scared. Or maybe, just maybe... I wanted him to feel the torture i go trough.
The house was empty today. My dad was gone and thank goodness he was, my mom on the other hand... well she was always gone.
She never once came to check on me. I think she's too busy taking care of her new family, but when she does come over, she comes to check on my little brother... who's more than likely her favourite.
But I don't blame her, he's my favourite too. But, deep down inside .. I have a burning sensation to hate him. But I couldn't... for he was the only family I had left.
Knock knock.
I blinked, finally coming out of my daze. At the door I see Taehyung (yes from bts ;), my younger brother; "Hyung, how are you feeling? Do the scars still hurt?"
I looked at him with a soft smile, "tae I'm fine... don't worry about me. You should enjoy your time." Taehyung snorted as he sat across from me on the bed.
"Get up Hyung. Let me just check." I sighed, I really didn't need this but I know if I didn't he'll never go away.
I sat up slowly, making sure to be extra careful since the pain in my lower abdomen still hasn't subsided. Taehyung watched warily before lifting up my shirt to where he can see my pale stomach.
"Baek you liar! Look at this." He said as he brought up his med kit. Taehyung was known as one of the smartest kids in his school, wanna know why? It's because he's in college. Rather than being in his junior year, he skipped his last two year of high school and jumped all the way to college.
The professors there praise him for being so smart, the girls swoon over him although they know he's gay and has a boyfriend who he's really serious about.
Yea he's gay. And he's popular for it. While I who may I correct am bi, get tormented daily because of it.
Taehyung must've sensed my discomfort and sighed before reaching out a hand towards me. "What is it pabo?" I asked softly, Taehyung shrugged before holding my hand.
"Hyung... why do you torture yourself?"
I glance up at him, not knowing how to answer to that question. "Why do you hurt yourself more than anyone else? Hyung... if you're hurt, then scream. If you're mad then punch things. If you're sad... then cry."
My mouth went dry within his words; Yup this is taehyung. Maybe this is why I couldn't hate him.. because he was so understanding.
"If you need someone... then come to me." He said before softly kissing my cheeks. "Ok?" I clamped my mouth shut before nodding. "Ok."
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I miss the days where I could just walk around openly with no jacket or sweater. But those days were over ever since mom left, because only god knows what kind of things are under my sleeves;
I was currently making my way down the park when I see a familiar spot; it was a bush. My favourite bush.
I push myself past the bush to see the secret garden that was hidden behind it. Me and Jongdae found it when we were 8 and this quickly became our secret place.
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I could still see the memories like it was yesterday. As much as it pained me to remember the good times we had, it was the many things that had kept me going all these years.
For Jongdae will always be my best friend. Even if it's only inside my heart.
I bit my lip, stared at the scenery once more , before deciding to go back. But before I left, I could see a figure of a person under a tree.
I stood still, afraid to get caught. It was Jongdae, he was staring at something carved on the tree. He was standing ever so gracefully and so calmly, the sunlight perfectly hitting his face making him glow. His straight brown hair was flipped to the side, giving me a clear view of his face and his big t shirt hanged loosely on his body.
I miss you.
I felt a tug on my chest when I heard the whisper of those words left his lips. Soon after he left the place, just like how I left him that day.
Instinctively I went to see what he was looking at, and sure enough I felt my chest hurt when I saw the words that were engraved into the bark of the dark oak.
"Jongdae and baekhyun best friends forever. No matter what."
There it was in a sloppy hand writing of a 9 year old, our promise that we made to each other.
The one I broke. Not long after, I could feel the warm tears of my sadness escape.
"If you're sad... then cry"
I miss you too.
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Did you guys miss me that much? Lol jk
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