[ONGOING] Nothing could make Jaebum open up, he couldn't share his feelings, he couldn't show his emotions, he believed that he would never feel the things other people feel.
But then a boy moves into town, and Jaebum notices new feelings within hi...
When he finally makes it home, he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Locking the door behind him, he takes off his shoes and bag, and leaves them by the front door.
Dragging his feet, he shuffles into the living room and falls into the couch. Letting the cushions swallow him. He glances at the clock on his wall, closes his eyes and bites his lip.
6 hours before he comes over.
With little enthusiasm, he sits up and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He isn't shocked to see 34 messages, one from his father and the others from none other than his boyfriend.
Dad 😊: Hey Youngjae, don't forget we are going to a welcome party at the Im's on Friday. We will be home soon! Love you!
Cheollie 💗: where are you?
why did you leave?
baby.
answer me youngjae.
if this is about what i did earlier i swear to god. stop being a baby about it.
Youngjae turns his phone off with a heavy heart. Why can't he just accept the fact I don't want... to do that.
He suddenly remembers something and stands up. Rushing to the bathroom, he flicks on the light and stands in front of the sink. Pulling his hoodie down, he exposes his collarbones, which were littered with hickies.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he brushes his fingers against the bruises lightly, wincing when he accidentally presses too hard.
After lunch, Hun-Cheol dragged him to a random bathroom to make out. Youngjae isn't used to so much intimacy, so when Hun-Cheol added his tongue into the kiss, the younger pushed him away.
And because of that, Youngjae had to receive a "punishment". Which was the harsh purple bruises covering his delicate skin.
Feeling disgusted with himself, he decides to take a shower. Making sure to scrub the hickies hard, even if it hurt and turned his skin raw.
After washing, he goes to his room and changes into more comfortable clothes, a baby blue hoodie and black sweatpants. And after staring at his wall for a couple minutes, boredom gets the best of him and he decides to go back to the living room.
Switching on the tv, he finds a cartoon channel and sighs. Glancing over at his phone, he contemplates grabbing it and turning it on.
Seconds pass, then minutes, and with anticipation, he grabs it swiftly and stares at his reflection in the blank screen.
Should I text him? He's probably mad.
With some regret, he turns his phone on and sees that he now has 54 messages and 7 missed calls.
Cheollie 💗:
you really aren't going to answer?
you know that makes me mad youngjae.
im coming over earlier to see you.
im 5 minutes away.
Youngjae's eyes open wide, he sits up and switches the tv off. His heart starts to beat fast, and he can feel adrenaline rushing into his veins. He's scared.
He starts to think about what Hun-Cheol could do to him. Maybe curse at him. Maybe touch him wrong again. He doesn't know, but what he does know is that when Hun-Cheol gets here, things aren't going to be good.
Loud rapid knocks on the front door interrupt his thoughts.
***
|Jaebum|
"Like I said, I have a really bad stomach bug and I won't be able to go to school." I conclude, playing with the strings from my pajama pants. I can hear Jinyoung sigh on the other end.
"That makes absolutely no sense. You're going to miss school all week? You don't even know if it's gonna last that long." Jinyoung claims, obviously mad.
"Just- please get whatever work from the teachers for me." I plead, lowering my tone to seem sick.
I don't want to tell him the only reason I'm staying home is because I felt something for the new kid. "Feel" something.
There's a long pause, I even look at my phone to see if he's still on the call. "Jin-"
"Okay, fine. But... you do know you can talk to me, right?"
His voice sounds, worried, I think.
I look out my window and think of how the fuck I could explain all this to him. He would most likely understand, but I don't. I don't understand anything.
"I know, Jinyoung." I huff, ending the call. My arm gets tired and I let it fall onto the bed. Staring at the gray walls of my room, I try and think of something sad.
Like an old person dying, or a dying dog. Or maybe even losing my friends.
Nothing. I don't feel anything.
Then I think of Youngjae's smile, his laugh. His vanilla scent and delicate features.
My heart throbs.
Why is it because of you, Youngjae?
~~~ smol filler chapter soreyyy
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