The morning after they had made up Youngjae was the first to open his eyes. As he laid there in Jaebum's bed many thoughts plagued his mind. None of them seemed to be positive from the younger's perspective.
He thought about what took place last night; how he held Jaebum in his arms. Youngjae may have forgiven Jaebum, but in his mind he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do. Apart of the younger male just couldn't let go of past; that part of him couldn't forgive Jaebum just yet.
The older male was nicer now which is great, but he was nice in the beginning also. Well, before he abandoned Youngjae that is. So many things ran through the younger's mind and by the end of it all he came to a conclusion: he didn't really forgive Jaebum.
After everything that had happen, he wasn't sure if he could. Youngjae decided to keep these thoughts to himself though, seeing that he didn't want to hurt Jaebum's feelings. Which is clearly a dumb way to think on his part seeing how Jaebum treated him in the past.
You don't forgive him.
You don't forgive him.
You don't forgive him.
That same thought repeated in his mind as he laid in bed. Sunlight started to peak through the curtains as the sun slowly made its way up. Youngjae couldn't go back to sleep, so this is what he watched.
In a way he kind of envied the sun, it never had any problems. Everyday it rose into the sky and by night it hid behind the moon surrounded by millions of stars. The sun had a schedule that was almost never broken. It seemed so peaceful and Youngjae wished he had a life like that. It was no fair, but in the end nothing was ever fair.
"If only I had a life as peaceful as yours," Youngjae silently whispered.
"Who's life is peaceful?"
Youngjae suddenly tensed up when he heard the low groggy voice coming from behind him. His heart was racing seeing how he was startled from the sudden question. He didn't even know Jaebum was up, he figured the older male was still asleep.
"Oh, it's nothing I'm gonna go make breakfast now," Youngjae stated as he got up out of the older's bed and headed towards the kitchen. Jaebum just sat there confused on what had happened.
As soon as Youngjae exited the room he leaned his back against the wall and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The younger put a hand up to his chest and let out a deep sigh. As soon as Youngjae was able to regain his composure he headed towards the kitchen to make breakfast as he said he would.
You don't forgive him.
You don't forgive him.
You don't forgive him.
As Youngjae cooked he thought about those words. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake them off, it was as if they were etched into his brain. Youngjae brought a hand to his head to see if he had a temperature because he wasn't exactly feeling well. His head wasn't warm but he still felt as if something was wrong. Youngjae just didn't exactly sure what it was yet.
"What the heck is going on with me?"
