the worst things in life come free to us
you know you fucked up when even your closest ones had given up on you.
when the clock's sound wakes him up from a light sleep kyungsoo knew that something's must be up with jongin. the latter said that he would be home by ten but it is now one in the morning, kyungsoo is getting worried. actually that's not the only thing that made him worry about jongin, there are other things.
like how his temper is going out of control lately, how he managed to not get back home for a full day and would show up on their couch by the end of the next day, exactly after kyungsoo reached home after his work. there are times when jongin would throw things toward kyungsoo if things didn't go his way. there are times when kyungsoo is afraid of him. but, nevertheless, jongin is still the only one who has his heart, and it will not going to change at least for a couple more years. he hopes so.
one thirty and finally the door knob spins slowly, letting it creaks open with a hint of a dirty white colored sport shoes making its way inside, revealing the owner with a convoluted face, black beanie placed disorganized on top of his disheveled black hair, his entire body smells like cigars even though kyungsoo is not that close to be able to smell it yet. it already fills the room.
"you tired?"
"yeah."
"come on, let's sleep."
jongin raised his brows at the elder's words. "that's it?" he asks, remained following kyungsoo from behind, "no 'where have you been?' shit and all of those whining at how my tardiness is exceptional?"
"let's just sleep, ok? i'm also tired of waiting for you to come home."
something smashed behind him and kyungsoo just winced a little, deciding to ignore what's breaking apart right there and walks straight to the bedroom, he's so tired. he's not going to waste another energy to face the half high guy behind him right now.
"now you're not talking to me?!"
"i'm exhausted, jongin." he talks back from under the blanket.
kyungsoo could feel something heavy being thrown at him, probably a dictionary jongin randomly found on the desk. he wraps himself under and tries to go to sleep.
hot breaths muffled on kyungsoo's nape by the next morning, he wouldn't have to guess where does it came from when he sees jongin's white shoes placed messily on the floor. kyungsoo took a deep breath and frees himself from jongin's arms, only to look back at the younger's peaceful face, caresses it, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "please don't go looking for that thing again. i'm sick of you coming home all high and angry every single night. jongin?"
"hm?"
"can you do that for me?"
jongin mumbles incoherently but kyungsoo's pretty sure he heard something like 'i don't think so'
"i have been around with you for as long as you've already gone to rehab and then started it all over again."
jongin is now pretending to be asleep.
"i'm sick of this, jongin."
no answer.
kyungsoo sits beside him, tears threaten to fall down his eyes.
"it's either me or that thing."
jongin's turned back is going up and down regularly, still trying his best to look like he's actually asleep.
"i'm leaving you."
the shoulder stops moving as jongin freezes at the words.
"i swear to God, kim jongin, i couldn't stand you anymore. i give up. nothing i have ever done is working for you i don't think i could hold it in any longer."
the tears had finally fell. kyungsoo wipes it away immediately and reaches for his wallet to take out a certain polaroid picture of him and jongin together. he throw it at jongin's back and sobs a little as he storms out from the room.
when the clock's sound wakes him up from a light sleep kyungsoo knew that something's must be up with jongin. the latter said that he would be home by ten but it is now one in the morning, kyungsoo is getting worried. actually that's not the only thing that made him worry about jongin, there are other things.
like how his temper is going out of control lately, how he managed to not get back home for a full day and would show up on their couch by the end of the next day, exactly after kyungsoo reached home after his work. there are times when jongin would throw things toward kyungsoo if things didn't go his way. there are times when kyungsoo is afraid of him. but, nevertheless, jongin is still the only one who has his heart, and it will not going to change at least for a couple more years. he hopes so.
one thirty and finally the door knob spins slowly, letting it creaks open with a hint of a dirty white colored sport shoes making its way inside, revealing the owner with a convoluted face, black beanie placed disorganized on top of his disheveled black hair, his entire body smells like cigars even though kyungsoo is not that close to be able to smell it yet. it already fills the room.
"you tired?"
"yeah."
"come on, let's sleep."
jongin raised his brows at the elder's words. "that's it?" he asks, remained following kyungsoo from behind, "no 'where have you been?' shit and all of those whining at how my tardiness is exceptional?"
"let's just sleep, ok? i'm also tired of waiting for you to come home."
something smashed behind him and kyungsoo just winced a little, deciding to ignore what's breaking apart right there and walks straight to the bedroom, he's so tired. he's not going to waste another energy to face the half high guy behind him right now.
"now you're not talking to me?!"
"i'm exhausted, jongin." he talks back from under the blanket.
kyungsoo could feel something heavy being thrown at him, probably a dictionary jongin randomly found on the desk. he wraps himself under and tries to go to sleep.
hot breaths muffled on kyungsoo's nape by the next morning, he wouldn't have to guess where does it came from when he sees jongin's white shoes placed messily on the floor. kyungsoo took a deep breath and frees himself from jongin's arms, only to look back at the younger's peaceful face, caresses it, and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "please don't go looking for that thing again. i'm sick of you coming home all high and angry every single night. jongin?"
"hm?"
"can you do that for me?"
jongin mumbles incoherently but kyungsoo's pretty sure he heard something like 'i don't think so'
"i have been around with you for as long as you've already gone to rehab and then started it all over again."
jongin is now pretending to be asleep.
"i'm sick of this, jongin."
no answer.
kyungsoo sits beside him, tears threaten to fall down his eyes.
"it's either me or that thing."
jongin's turned back is going up and down regularly, still trying his best to look like he's actually asleep.
"i'm leaving you."
the shoulder stops moving as jongin freezes at the words.
"i swear to God, kim jongin, i couldn't stand you anymore. i give up. nothing i have ever done is working for you i don't think i could hold it in any longer."
the tears had finally fell. kyungsoo wipes it away immediately and reaches for his wallet to take out a certain polaroid picture of him and jongin together. he throw it at jongin's back and sobs a little as he storms out from the room.