Jinyoung is 23 years old and has a big passion for writing.
He often finds himself to be depressed and thinking about his dark past.
One day, he meets a mysterious guy named Jaebum who might help him get through all of that.
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"It meant nothing to me."
He was staring at me with wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. His expression soon went from shocked to hard.
He clenched his jaw and I could see him digging his nails into his palms.
"It meant nothing to you?" He repeated. I pursed my lips together and nodded slowly. I moved my gaze to the floor and fiddled with my fingers.
I heard him stand up and walk away, followed by the apartment door opening and slamming shut.
I closed my eyes and rested my back against the bed.
I rubbed my face while sucking in a deep breath through my teeth.
What did I do?
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JB's POV
It felt like someone just took a knife and stabbed it directly in my heart. I didn't realize that he never even liked the kiss...
But why did he kiss me back then?
It doesn't make any sense because I was positive that he liked me back. Maybe there's still hope.
I never even left.
I'm stood outside of his apartment right now, hoping that he would just run out and take back what he said.
Just maybe.
I leaned back against the brick wall of his apartment and sighed deeply. Why did I even kiss him?
It was such a risk and yet I took it.
This is all my fault.
I stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jacket and started to slowly take steps away from the apartment.
Away from him.
I turned my head to look behind me one last time but let out an exhale through my nose when I saw nobody there and continued walking.
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Jinyoung's POV
I looked out the window at all the happy people walking past the window. I slowly stirred my coffee with my spoon while resting my head in my palm.
"You seem so down today, Jinyoung." Mark stated as he finished wiping a table.
"Mh" I kept my gaze on the brown liquid as it slowly swirled around in my white cup.
"What's wrong?" He asked and sat down across from me. I sighed and placed down the spoon on the table while pursing my lips together.
"I fucked up." I looked up at him as he looked back at me with a puzzled face. "So basically..."
I told him everything about me and JB from start to finish. I saw him frown deeply once I mentioned that I self harmed but I didn't give him a chance to ask any questions about it.
"So now I truly don't know what to do." I rubbed my face with my hands as he pondered.
"Well... do you like him?" I nodded my head at his question. "Did you like the kiss?"
I sighed before nodding.
"Then I suggest you go to him and explain everything to him. Be honest with how you feel." He said.
"You're right." I nodded my head slowly. "Thanks Mark!" I stood up and bolted out of the coffee shop.
It was pouring rain but I didn't care.
I was running as fast as my legs could carry me to the direction of his apartment.
My clothes were clinging on to my skin but I didn't care.
My hair was dripping wet and sticking to my skin but I didn't care.
The only thing I cared about was JB.
I arrived at his apartment and bolted inside. The elevator was occupied which made me groan. I swung open the door that had the long staircases and ran upstairs, two or three steps at a time.
I panted when I finally made it to the 8th floor and slowly walked through the hallway while holding on to my side that was now hurting because of all the running.
I rang his doorbell and waited for an answer.
Nothing.
I rang it again and kept waiting impatiently.
Nothing.
I looked into the little peephole but didn't see him anywhere.
I pushed down on the handle but the door was locked.
I ran my fingers through my wet hair and tried to think quickly.
Where could he be?
And then it hit me!
"But why did you bring me here?" I turned to face him. He bit his lip while staring at the gorgeous city lights below us.
"I don't know. I've known this place for a while and it's special to me."
The cliff.
I jogged over to the elevator that was no longer occupied and pressed at the button to go to the first floor again.
Once the metal doors slid open, I sprinted out of the apartment, letting the cold rain wash over me again.
