teenage dirtbag + 「 2jae 」

thirty

{tw; angst, violence, mentioning of blood?}

„dude, i'm telling you, this isn't right."

jinyoung took a sip from his red cup, unbothered. „i don't see a problem." he shrugged.

jackson sighed, „dude. he's actually starting to like the boy."

„jaebum's not gay."

„what if he is? or maybe he's bi, or pan-"

„pan? what the hell is that?" jinyoung gave him a weird look.

„it's when you don't care about the gender of a person, you fall in love with someone for their character." jackson explained to his friend genuinely.

„since when do you know so much about that stuff?"

„that's not the point! he really likes him and i like him, i mean them.. i like the guys. they're pretty fucking alright. and i feel like a fucking dickhead for what we did."

jinyoung, being himself, rolled his eyes at jackson. „stop being such a dramatic little bitch, dude. i'm pretty sure he doesn't ‚like' that kid. and even if he does, he agreed to this so none of this is our fault."

„are you even listening to yourself? we need to stop this!"

„stop what?" jackson felt a cold shiver running down his back. that voice.

„mark, i-"

„stop. what." mark said through clenched teeth. „what the fuck did you do?"

jackson gulped. mark looked furious, wasted was written all over his face. this was no good combination.

the blonde tried calming him down by putting a hand on his shoulder but it was swatted away by mark. his eyes were focused on jinyoung.

„now tell me what the hell you did."

„i think you need to stay out of other people's business, hyung." jinyoung said, a spark of anger, but mostly annoyance in his eyes.

„i know you were talking about youngjae. he is my business. now stop playing dumb and tell me before i beat the shit ouf of you."

„try me, bitch." jinyoung smirked.

mark was raising his hand, about to strike, his eyes slowly filling with raging tears, when someone held him back.

„hyung please, let us explain!" he turned around to see jackson, holding him by his wrist. mark was a mess. his head was spinning, he was shitfaced and angry.

„don't", he removed his arm from jackson's grip, „touch me."

mark turned back to face jinyoung but before the other could say anything, a fist was flying straight towards him. jinyoung was taken by surprise, dashing against the wall behind him.

he was in mad pain, but instead of showing it he spat out blood and his clenched fist aimed for mark.

„GUYS STOP!" but instead it hit jackson.

the boys started throwing punches while jackson kept trying to keep them away from each other. a circle of people started shaping around them, some of them recording, others shouting around bets on who would win or lose.

„what the hell is going on here?!" jaebum ran into the circle, pulling jackson out of the mess and then stepping between jinyoung and mark.

„hyung!" youngjae ran to his best friend, almost crying at the sight of mark's blood drenched face. „what happened?!"

„i'm not done with you yet." mark announced to jinyoung's similar looking bloody face.

„what the hell is going on?" jaebum asked, the crowd around them being all of the guests now, dead silent. they were enjoying this drama way too much.

„i should be asking you, bastard!" mark shouted at jaebum.

„mark, stop it! what happened?" youngjae asked him quietly but everyone could still hear.

„they were using you, youngjae, all this fucking time. go ahead and ask that boyfriend of yours."

jaebum felt like he'd faint and he honestly wished for it right now. this couldn't be happening. this wasn't how youngjae was supposed to come to know the truth.

„what? what are you talking about?" tears filled youngjae's eyes. he turned around. „jaebum?"

„okay that's it, party's over! everyone outta here before i call the fucking cops!" jackson yelled through the entire house and soon everyone, except for seven boys, was gone.

but no one dared to move. no one really knew what to do, to be honest.

„jaebum... talk. please..." even though youngjae had no idea what was going on, it took a lot of strength to stop himself from starting to cry. he was anxious, something was not right.

„i..."

„guys, this is all just a huge misunderstanding, okay? i'm sure we can explain everything."

„don't. don't you dare, jackson." mark said. „stop fucking lying."

youngjae didn't even listen to them, he was only looking at jaebum. his heart was aching, breathing got harder with every breath he took. „please, jaebum..."

„you guys are boring the hell out of me. we dared jaebum to make you fall in love with him so we could get closer to your dad and other talent scouts, duh. it's that simple."

mark was about to punch him again, but bambam held him back this time. youngjae just stood there, tears streaming down his face while he was waiting for jaebum to say something. anything.

but jaebum felt paralyzed. his sight was blurry, eyes filled with salty tears, he felt like his vocal chords were cut off. he fucked up. he fucked up so bad, he didn't know how to fix any of this.

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is this real life? did i actually upload???? WOW SO AMAZING

i'm so so sorry you guys i miSSED U i hope you had great holidays!!!! honestly i'm not the biggest fan of this chapter but i wanted to give u guys something

also it hurts my soul that jinyoung is such an asshole because he's a soft baby that needs love but as a Writer™️ i gotta see past this

I HOPE I'LL WRITE MORE BECAUSE I REALLY WANNA FINISH THIS FIC OK SO SEE YOU SOON HOPEFULLY