Jay Park One Shots

Double-Crossed

Memories of Jay kissing Yuna, my twin sister, kept playing in my head. Others would excuse him and think that he mistook her as me considering we were twins. But the thing is, we aren't identical. There are many distinctive traits to distinguish the huge difference between us. So it is impossible that he mistook her for me.

It has been 3 months since I contacted him. He had tried more than I could count number of times to reach to me but I never swayed. Cheating is definitely unforgiveable.

Yuna: Come on Luna, talk to me! It was a mistake. Really. Please reply. If you don't wanna talk to me, at least talk to Jay.

Deleting her nth message, I continued on with my day. I mean, how could my own sister do this to me? We were practically womb buddies, which means we should be willing to die for each other. Yet she's the one killing me!

Do Not Respond to Jay: Baby girl please please please talk to me. I'm so so sorry please

What is with these two idiots? After doing me wrong big time like that, they decided a sorry and a plea through messages could undo the whole incident and make everything better? They thought wrong.

But despite all that, I love them more than I hate them.

Yuna was my other half. We grew up doing everything together. We shared the same bed, same clothes, same shoes, same makeup, same books and everything. When someone hurt me she would go up to that person and punch him or her in the face, vice versa. We always had each other's backs. One time, my ex-boyfriend, Jaehyun, was seen passionately kissing some girl at yard behind school. Yuna broke his nose and almost scalped the girl. That was how strong we were as twin sisters.

And Jay? I remember the first time I met him. It wasn't exactly magical nor some kind of a fairytale. But it was enchanting, at least to me. I was in the library searching for books relevant to a History topic I was supposed to write an essay on and he was there too. Coincidentally, we reached for the same book and kind of argued about ownership. But in the end the librarian kicked the both of us out because we were becoming a nuisance in that 'sacred' area. To our realization, we had a good laugh and eventually started hanging out. He confessed to me on the 58th day of our friendship. Yes I counted because that's how much he meant to me. I was obsessed with him. So obsessed that I'm the one who's most hurt.

Do Not Respond to Jay: I'll wait for you at the bench we always sat at tonight at 7. I'll wait until you come

He's not making things any easier for me. Once someone breaks up with you and decided on letting go, you let go too! Why is it so difficult for him to understand?

However, a part of me wants me to meet him and get things over and done with. While the other wants me to screw it and get on with life. But closure is the best I can achieve from this sad ending relationship. And that's exactly what I'll get.

It was 730. I decided to be late. A bitch I am. But the sight I was presented with when I was a few feet away from him slapped me right in the face telling me how I dumb I am to want to go through all these. It was the sight of him passionately kissing my sister. AGAIN.

So I took a picture of them with flash on and walked away. Not giving a damn as to what they have to say. If they want to be together, they'll have my blessings. I'm done with them. My sister? No more. My ex boyfriend? Stranger.

Hurt? Understatement. But glad? More than glad. Goodbye Jay. Goodbye sister.