Tainted Love .:. 2jae

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Youngjae sat at the kitchen table watching the water droplets slowly fall off the faucet. In the background he could hear the ticking of the clock in their apartment. Yes, he shared his apartment with the one and only playboy, Im Jaebum.

It was already twelve in the morning and the older still hadn't returned. Of course Youngjae already knew where he was. Jaebum was out at the club probably hooking up with some girl. The thought of the older male's body pressed up against some provocatively dressed girl made his stomach churn. Youngjae wanted to make sure the older returned home before he went to sleep, but that wasn't anything close to beneficial. Before he could sleep he would hear the same lewd noises that caused his heart to break just a little bit more than the last time. He loved Jaebum and it slowly tore him apart hearing all of this. 

When he heard the front door of the apartment open that's when he made his way into the bathroom. Youngjae figured he could take a shower and the water would block out the bad noises. Sure it blocked out some of the sound, but you could still clearly tell something was going on out there. The younger grabbed the nearest sponge and start to scrub his naked body clean with soap. Over and over Youngjae kept scrubbing his skin in the steaming shower until his skin turned red. Maybe that would make him feel better, and maybe he would feel cleaner than usual. It didn't work of course; it never works, but he hoped that one day something would change and he would feel clean for a change. Maybe a day like that would come for Youngjae.

The longer this went on, the more of a toll it took on Youngjae. He started to eat and sleep less. His prominent collar bone stood out even more than usual. When Jaebum leaves that's when the younger would cry his weak heart out. All of the tears he holds in would escape his eyes and stream down his face onto the cold, hardwood floor. Youngjae leans against the side of his bed on the floor. He doesn't even dare to lay on his bed, he didn't have the strength to do so. Youngjae felt weak; he felt so useless.

The mirror might as well have been Youngjae's worst enemy. That's where he could look and see all of his imperfections. The longer he looked, the more things he can point out about his body that was ugly. Youngjae was silently struggling on a day to day basis, and Jaebum was completely ingnorant to what he was doing to the younger.