"Fuck! Where could he be?" Jaebum says out loud panicking.
He had been out for atleast an hour searching for Youngjae who was no where to be seen. It was as if the young boy just disappeared into thin air. Jaebum was starting to get worried now that it had grown dark, he was scared Youngjae might run into drunkards or even worse, a killer. Sweat began to form at his temples as he picked up his pace and searched harder.
"Damn it Youngjae why the hell are you so good at hiding?" The older asked himself while the minutes were passing by. He still had no clue where the younger male would be.
He was running out of oxygen and stopped in his tracks to catch his breath. Jaebum looked up to see a brunette sitting on a wooden bench looking up at the night sky. When he realized it was Youngjae he let out a sigh of relief, all of his past worries suddenly going away.
He walked over to the younger male sitting on the bench and didn't say a word. He instead just sat down and kept his vision trained on the ground. For the first few minutes nothing was said until Youngjae had had enough.
"What do you want?" He asks looking over at Jaebum.
"I want to apologize and explain those texts because i think you may have taken them out of context," Jaebum directly states in response.
"Okay shoot."
"Can we atleast go home first before we talk?" The older asks well, almost begs.
"Fine."
They both walled home in silence, neither of them dared say a word and when they got home the silence still went on for quite some time. And not once on the way had Youngjae looked at Jaebum.
"Okay I'm tired of this. Can you please just explain already?" Youngjae pleaded impatiently, he just wanted to know the truth.
"So long story short I think you should read all the texts because I don't know if you did," Jaebum then hands his phone to Youngjae who then reads all the texts, "You see? Jackson was calling you a faggot and I was just standing up for you. I didn't mean for my words to be taken as an insult," Jaebum rambles to the younger. Youngjae looks up from the phone and makes eye contact with Jaebum.
"I'm still mad you both called me a faggot, but I forgive you Jaebum," That's all Youngjae said before turning his back from the older and walking towards the stairs. Well, not before giving the phone back that is.
"Geez I don't even know why he's so angry, it's not even a big deal. He's just getting mad over nothing," Jaebum quietly said to himself, but only in a perfect world would he have said it quiet enough for Youngjae not to hear. Upon hearing this Youngjae stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Jaebum.
"What did you just say Jaebum?" The younger asked pissed off at the older male who was being rude.
"I just think that you're kinda making a big deal over nothing now. What's wrong with being called a faggot anyway? It's honestly just a mean word for what you are," Jaebum stated which caused Youngjae to clench his fists in pure anger.
He took a step towards Jaebum and did something quite unexpected. He raised his hand and slapped Jaebum across the face, causing an echo to ring throughout the house.
"Fuck. You." And with those two words Youngjae turned around and headed upstairs while Jaebum stood in place shocked about the younger's actions. Youngjae grabbed a black duffel bag and filled it with his clothes before heading back downstairs.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jaebum gritted his teeth in anger as he watched Youngjae try and head out the door with a duffel bag. Before the younger could leave Jaebum harshly grabbed his wrist causing him to flinch.
Youngjae looks him right in the eyes as he responds, "I need a break". He tried to escape the older male's grip but it only got tighter.
"A break from what?" Youngjae could see the fire buring with rage in Jaebum's eyes. Any moment he could blow up. It was scary seeing this side of the older, Youngjae had never seen him this angry before, but that doesn't mean he was gonna give in.
"From you," At that moment Youngjae ripped his wrist out of the older's grip and headed out the door closing it with a slam. Jaebum punched the door with anger, he was pissed at Youngjae.
"What the hell does needing a break from me mean?" Jaebum asked himself as he stormed around the living room, he was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. He suddenly grabbed the nearest object towards him and threw it at a wall. This would only lead to more problems seeing that it was a vase he had thrown which caused it to shatter on impact.
Jaebum raised another vase and arched his arm back ready to throw it as well, "GO TO FUCKING HELL CHOI YOUNGJAE!" All of a sudden he let the vase slip through his hand and fall to the floor shattering. Tears began to steam down his vase as he stood there amongst the many pieces of broken pottery knowing he had screwed up.
Jaebum walked over to his liquor cabinet and opened the case which held many different varieties of alcohol. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and unscrewed the cap. He didnt even care enough to pour himself a glass and instead drank it straight out of the bottle. The clear liquid burned going down his throat but that's exactly what he wanted.
