congratulations || jeongchan

- 11 - Pleading -

I'm sorry I'm not sorry

Woojin opened the door, seeing that Jeongin was not going to love to answer it. The younger boy remained in his cocoon of blankets, the small dimple remaining in the bed from where Woojin had been sitting. He waited for the elder to return, running his hands over the fringe of the blanket. It felt smooth and comforting beneath his fingers. There was a vaguely faded patch on his wall, Jeongin knew he needed to paint the room but not that badly.

The elder boy returned, "It's just Hyunjin." Jeongin simply nodded, beginning to wriggle out of the blanket nest and peel of the layers of folded duvet. Woojin laughed slightly as his legs kicked frantically and attempted to assist the younger. They just got more tangled up. Giggles erupted from the pile of blankets on the bed before finally, finally, Jeongin managed to break free.

Jeongin waddled his way through to the living room, his owl socks making little padding noises against the cool tiles. He froze as he entered the room and immediately turned to Woojin with an accusing glance. Hyunjin was sat beside Minho, the elder of the two looking rather frantic. Woojin just shrugged apologetically and pushed the younger towards the couch.

The small boy sat down, staring firmly at the point in the wall directly above Hyunjin's head, he knew he was being a child but Jeongin didn't particularly care. He had been lied to. He drummed his feet impatiently against the couch as he focused everywhere except for the two boys sat on the floor.

"Jeongin," Hyunjin began, "I know you're pissed but could you not act like you're three." The youngest boy shot him a glance, shaking his head stubbornly and continuing to ignore them. "Seriously, Innie, don't be stupid about this."

"Oh well I'm very goddamn sorry that I'm wasting your time, Hyunjin, it's almost as if I don't want to speak to everyone in this room." He knew it was a low blow, but he still didn't care. There was no way he was  sitting in this room to hear whatever cockamamie scheme this was to the end.

Jeongin heard the long breath that Minho let out, but just folded himself further into the chair, hating the fact that everyone was focused on him. Even Woojin was watching from the doorway, a look of mild upset taking over his features.

"I know you hate me, Jeongin, but you have to listen to me." Minho looked upset as well, now that Jeongin came to think of it.

He faltered slightly, "No I don't."

"No, I suppose you don't." Minho sighed, "But I would really appreciate it if you did."

Jeongin nodded, just once, a slight inclination of his head, barely perceptible, and yet still there. Still a promise that he would be considerate. That he always had been, even when he built up his walls. Minho shifted himself onto his feet and made his way through to Jeongin's room, gesturing for the other boy to follow him.

As they sat down as far from one another as possible, Minho mumbles quietly, "We used to be friends, Innie, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's my fault too." The words came out slightly slurred, Jeongin having a pillow folded into himself.

"I miss you, so much. I wish I could explain everything to you."

"Why can't you?"

"Part of it is my story to tell, but the rest of it is Chan's. I think you need to hear his side first."

"Why not yours?" Because Chan and Jeongin had called, and they hadn't argued and that was progress, but neither of them had told anyone. So why did Jeongin feel like this was Minho's turn to speak. Maybe he shouldn't have thought that - but he did.

"Because this isn't my relationship, Jeongin, it's yours and it's his. You guys were so perfect, but nobody knows what happened. So I'm not going to go making assumptions about things I don't know and neither are you, okay?"

Jeongin nodded slightly, playing with his fingers quietly and avoiding Minho's gaze. The elder boy reached over and patted his back gently.

"You'll be okay, Innie, I know it."

Another nod was the only response that he received, Jeongin thinking that he would cry if he let any of his thoughts leave his lips. The youngest boy was in a state of perpetual unhappiness. And yet still he let a tiny smile grace his face as he gave a tiny wave to Minho.

"Bye Innie."

"Bye hyung," was all that he managed to croak out before the tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

A/N - I know it's boring I'm sorry