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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I opened my closet and scanned through all my clothes for something decent to wear. I chose a pair of regular jeans so now it was a only a top that I was missing.
I picked up a grey hoodie and pulled it over my head. I closed the closet shut and hugged the hoodie close to my torso and took a deep breath.
I could smell his scent.
That's when the realization hit me that this was in fact JB's hoodie.
I sighed and waddled sadly to the kitchen to eat breakfast.
After I had done that, I just stood in the middle of my living room and looked down as my hands played with the sleeves of the hoodie.
That's it.
I can't just stand here.
I have to do something.
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I stood in front of the white door and bit my lip nervously.
I inhaled a deep breath before lifting my hand up and giving it three knocks.
I dropped my hand to my side and waited.
Nothing.
I knocked again but still didn't get a reply.
I peaked through the little peephole and saw JB sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall.
"JB, I know you're in there. Please, open the door." I said and knocked again.
I took a look again and saw that he was staring right at the door while biting his lip.
"Come on, please!" I said a little louder. "I want to explain myself."
I knocked harder so that it made my knuckles hurt.
I sighed and leaned my back against the door, sliding down to the floor. I hit the back of my head against the wood and felt relieved to feel the pain that I deserved.
"JB... I don't know if you can hear me but if you can, please listen to me." I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"I promise you that what happened wasn't intentional. Emily kissed me, I didn't kiss her. I was completely frozen in that moment. I will admit that I fucked up. And I'm sorry..." my voice cracked.
"I'm so sorry. You were right all along about her and I should've listened. It's you that I want to be with. Just you. I honestly have no idea what I'll do if I lost you. Lately, I've just been thinking about you. Do you remember the first time we met? In the rain. And how you saved my life from that car. Do you remember? And during all this time, I've realized something. JB..." I wiped the tears that had fallen and sucked in a deep breath.
"I love you. A-And I need you. So again, I'm so truly sorry for fucking everything up."
I didn't hear anything from the other side of the door so I slowly stood back up. I sniffled and wiped away the tears and slowly shuffled my feet to the end of the hallway. I pondered deeply as I stood in the elevator. I just confessed that I loved him.
It's true, though.
I do love him.
It has taken me a while to figure out my feelings but now I know.
