why wouldn't we ♡ bxb

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SHIP: CACK/JARBYN
TITTLE: HATED, LOVED.

Jack felt hot tears running down his cheeks.
Zach was right.
He was just an obstacle to the band.
He felt broken, but he knew Zach was saying what everybody thought.
His band mates always treated him like he was less, they always did things without him and always left him behind.
If you looked close on the interviews, they would take the mic out of his hands harshly, they would cut him mid sentence and they will always shot him glares.
Some of the interviewers noticed sometimes, and they reassured Jack and always told him that it will eventually get better.
But it didn't get better, it got worse and worse everyday.
They would call him names, they would shout at him for no reason and they will left him out of the recordings. They would never let him help with the songs and he only got to sing two or three sentences.
He felt left out, he felt unwanted, most important, he felt hated.

He was now sitting on top of a rock, in front of the waterfall.
Looking at his recent cuts. He had done eight today, four on each arm. In 'honor' of his band mates.
He didn't hate them, he just wanted to know what had happened. What made them change.
They used to be close, to love each other like brothers, some of them more than that.
He used to be close with Corbyn.
They used to have a thing.
They both missed those nights were they would cuddle until one of them fell asleep. Those days when they will shower together, the late night dates, the evening 'Netflix and chill'.

It would be a lie to tell that Corbyn liked treating Jack like that. But he was being egocentric and he was just thinking about himself. He didn't notice Jack depression, until Zach exploded and told him he was nothing but a problem. Jack had left the house crying.
He missed those days, when the both of them were inseparable, when Corbyn was dripping tears and Jack was the only one that could understand him.

Jack wondered if they would miss him if he died. If he just jumped into the waterfall and drown himself.
He shook this thoughts away and just enjoyed the view.
The water falling freely and without any conditions. How bad he wanted to be water. To just flow anywhere the streams will take him.
He wanted to be free, he wanted to be loved.

Corbyn walked around the streets.
Where could he had gone?
He thought about every place that Jack loved, but something always told him that he wasn't there.
But then, it suddenly hit him.
The waterfall.
There was their first kiss.
Their first "I love you".
And their "I break up with you".
Well, the last one was only Corbyn.
He didn't want to hurt him more, but what he didn't know was that he was hurting him even more, if that could be possible, by leaving him.

After a long walk, Corbyn arrived at the waterfall, three boys following behind.
Jack sat there, tears still streamed down his eyes and he sobbed slightly. He didn't realize the boys were there until four young males sat down by his side.

- Jack we-

- you don't have to apologize, I get that I'm not what you wanted, I get that I'm not enough, I just don't get why did all changed. We were best friends and then, suddenly it's all fucked up. I just don't get it.

- How you dare to say that you don't get it when you were talking crap behind our back?!

- What are you talking about?!

- Look at this!

Zach pulled out his phone and show him an screenshot. It was someone talking bad about them.

- First of all, that's not my number, and second of all, they're talking crap about me too. How could that be me?!?

They checked his phone number and it was true, that wasn't him.
The boys looked guiltily at him.
More tears streamed down his face.

- That's why? You couldn't talk to me?

He was trying to shout at them, he was angry, but it was coming out in a whisper.

- I've been alone, unwanted. I've been feeling left out. I've been feeling hated. You didn't want me anymore and that wasn't me!

He was now standing up.
The boys had stood up too and some of them had tears forming on their eyes.

- you hated me and all because of a screenshot?I wanted to die. I came here to kill myself literally cause you guys didn't want me anymore. But I didn't do it cause I do want you guys. I do feel like a family. But you left me, I-i...

He was cut of by Corbyn. He pulled him into a tight embrace. Jack cried his eyes out while Corbyn caressed his cheek.

- We're sorry okay? Please forgive us, forgive me...

Jack knew that Corbyn meant something different with that, and he, the kind hearted boy he is, forgave them. All of them.

- O-okay I forgive you...

*two days later*
Jack sat on the swing, alone.
Again?
His hand where loosely holding the chains of the swing.
He was waiting for him, for Corbyn.
He had promised him he would appear.
But Jack had been waiting for long three hours and Corbyn wasn't there.

Jack stood up.
He was ready to leave when Corbyn ran up to him.

- Hey... why are you crying??

Jack hadn't noticed that he was crying until Corbyn mentioned it.

- I thought you wouldn't come. I'm such a crybaby.

- No you're not. It's just I wanted this to be perfect and well, i didn't noticed the time. I'm sorry.

Jack smiled, removing the tears with his pink sleeves.
Corbyn held his hand, and led him to a path.
There were wooden stairs, it was illuminated by yellow candles, and some roses.
They kept going up the stairs and when they reached the top, there was a little cabin.

- I bought this for us... For the times that we want to be alone you know...

Corbyn said with a big smile on his face.
Jack was blushing and smiling like crazy.
Corbyn opened the door, to reveal a small living room. It wasn't big, but it was wonderful and comfy.
They kept going and there was a nice kitchen and a bathroom.
They went upstairs to find two other doors. One of them being the bedroom, with a big king sized bed.

The other door, had a J and a C on the wood.
Corbyn, let him open it this time and Jack slowly turned the knob.
It was a room with a piano, a guitar and a little couch.
The walls had photos of them. Of their dates, their concerts.
At this point Jack was fully crying, and this time they were tears of happiness.
He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and he turned around.
He looked up to see a crying Corbyn, thinking about his precious Jack.
He leaned in and the youngest followed. Their lips touching in a gentle and passionate kiss.

- I want to be able to call you mine again.. Will you be my boyfriend?

Jack blinked a few tears away and smiled.

- I've never said I wasn't yours.

And with that they kissed again.
Starting a new relationship that would last long.

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WC: 1245
A/N: well, a little sad at the start but it ended well!
Q: Have you ever felt like you were left out?
A: Well, the kids on my school used to bully me (a story that I would explain someday if someone is interested) and my friends left me cuz they didn't want to be involved. Fake friends🤷🏻‍♀️
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