Mine | Jaeyong

Chapter 14

Jaehyun and Taeyong didn't do anything sexual, but kissing wise? You could say that, it was pretty obvious though, it was written on their faces as they exchanged glances.

'That took ages, sounded like you beat the poor guy up.' Mark was sitting on the stairs, Jisung pranced up from the stairs, all excited. He got Haechan to convince Mark into giving him gum and they sat next to him, that's why he was sitting there in the first place. Ten was trying to avoid Johnny by trying to hide behind a chair, Johnny was busy trying to get him out  because he wanted to know why he was acting so weird, until they too turned and noticed Jaehyun and Taeyong come out of the room finally.

Taeyong seemed pretty calm and he rubbed his neck as it was a little tingly.

Jisung approached Tae and pulled on his sleeve.
'Oh right, we have a lot to catch up on.' Taeyong muttered, but the other's even though they could barely understand what he said, still understood what it was about quite well.

Jaehyun patted Taeyong's shoulder then giving Jisung the eye of 'I-still-hate-you.'

After all that buisiness, Taeyong had lead the younger boy who was supposedly his younger brother down a hallway to a private room. Jisung was like a little fanboy as they entered, the room had a table in the middle of it with a photo. A room, dedicated to a single framed photo on a table...

But Jisung knew what that photo was, he happily skipped over to it and put his hands on it, smiling at it. But he grew cold as he saw their father. Very cold, it was like the happiness was drained from him. The photo was just a family one, of Taeyong and his parents, and their father's mother, who unfortunately passed away later on in that year, just before Jisung was born.

Taeyong winced, his OCD cracked and he quickly latched onto it after. 'D-don't break it...'

'Why would I break the last thing you have of this part of the family? Dad wouldn't want me to do that.'

'Dad...'
Just the name brought flashbacks to Taeyong's mind, he winced and looked down. His eyes seemed to be stinging.

'H-how are we even related, my dad and mum never conceived a child except for me, it makes no sense... they never... they loved eachother-'

Jisung's face dropped. 'You really don't know? They never told you...? Of course they wouldn't.' His lip trembled, he seemed to have muttered he last bit under his breath.

'Wh-'

'Of course he wouldn't...' Jisung let go of the box. 'He didn't like me. I didn't exist in that bubble...'

Taeyong's eyes flickered between Jisung and the floor. 'Just tell me.' He had no idea what was happening, he felt he had the definite authority of knowing what had happened, he was the older one here afterall.

Jisung's hands clenched together in a ball of slight fury but definite nervousness. 'I don't think I can now... But I d-did write it down just inc-case...' He pulled out a yellow envelope from his back pocket that seemed to have crumpled a little.

His hands were shaking as he handed it to Taeyong who was grateful but intrigued.

His fingers met with the opening of the envelope, he tore it open and each movement closer to reading it, the more Jisung sobbed, which made Taeyong look up and become more hesitant as to what was so bad.

So when he saw the blue messy words on the thin sugar paper, he grew cold. As he read it, it seemed each part of his childhood crumbled apart and was a lie, fake and all manufactured by the adults in his life. A part of him grew to hate his father, for what he had done to Jisung.

hi, its me your brother! :D well u dont know im ur bro but its ok... i am 13, nearly 14 kekekee- well, thats not the point sooooooooooo............... here goes........ so dad..... he met my mum (who i lUFF!!!) but, i never had a dad. she saids that he was her boss, he made her fall in love, kiss = me, heh...... but ive sorta known about it since i was like 6. the kids made fun of me because he left me. i came to find you 2 years ago when i found out more from mum, my mum, but im sure she can be your mum too she is super duper nice~ blah blaaaah! luv ya, bro KkekekKek- also, uhhhhhhh oh yeah. jaehyun found me, then he said i got the wrong house....... "only i live here! *angry man pose*" but i may or may have not stalked the house, followed you......... i was right. so i bug him all the time! TODAY'S PLAN WAS TO BREAK INTO YOUR HOUSE BEFORE YOU GET BACK AND STEAL YOU AND SAVE YOU FROM THAT EVIL MAN (unless you dont want to leaf then dats okeh.) byby.

There was a lump in the back of Taeyong's throat. How could Jisung be so happy writing this, he must of had such a hard time. He sounds younger than a usual 13 year old.

'Idiot.' Taeyong muttered.

Jisung looked up. 'Me or-'

Taeyong's hands were trembling on the paper, the drops of salty liquid poured from his eyes and dropped onto the paper, causing the ink to smudge. 'Idiot...' He had weeped again, it was agonising.

Jisung didn't know what to do, he looked around for tissues but quickly noticed the room was empty. 'Ah...' He then reached into his pockets and frantically searched, he then found a pink floral cloth that his little sister must have stuffed into his pocket, relief washed over him. 'Here, here!' He quickly held it on Taeyong's eyes worriedly, this only made Taeyong more emotional. He felt like a bad person, the baddest person ever. He thought his life was horrible, he felt he had sinned for thinking that... he lived in a place like this (actually, he didn't really like it at all.) and Jisung had it much worse, much much worse.

He pulled Jisung into a hug, holding him tightly. 'Thank you.'

'For what?'

'For staying strong, I could never do that and still be so hopeful.'

Jisung smiled, their hug lasted a while.

When they had left the room, making so sound except for small sniffles from their runny-noses, they had come bacj to reality... that reality was Jaehyun on the chandelier.

'IT'S OKAY JAEHYUN, BREATHEEE!' Shouted Ten, Johnny was of course; laughing his ass off.

Jisung and Taeyong, were just shocked. Jow could this happen in this time space and how did Jaehyun even get up there?!

He was clinging onto it with dear-life. 'I swear to my mother's life Johnny, Mark. Get be the hell down or you'll never see the face of the earth again!' He was growling like a really livid cat.

Taeyong smacked his hand onto his forehead. 'I... I'm losing faith in these people. Where are their braincells...?' He muttered to himself but Jisung sweetly muttered back.

'I dunno...'

Haechan was letting rip into Mark, for the hundredth time. 'Look what you did! How are we going to get him down? With another sling shot?!-' And etcetera.

But then, Jisung amd Taeyong looked to eachother. Beginning to laugh.