Pairing: KangTeuk, KangMin, YehTeuk
Part One: When Forever Ends
Part Two: Fall to Pieces
Part Three: Fading Fast
I wanted nothing more than to pull him into my arms and hold him to my chest tightly, comfortingly, as he cried out his tears.
Only, this was simply a fantasy. I was not the one holding him, comforting him with soothing hands and motions. I was not the one murmuring caring words into his ears; not caring a wit if he heard them over his sobs, just as long as he knew someone was there for him. I wasn’t doing any of these things. YehSung was. In actuality, I was the one who only caused JungSu such pain.
I had halted to a stop when I saw the younger man crash into the brush after JungSu, and gather him up; holding him to his chest. That was supposed to be me, damn it!
But then it hits me. No...no, it’s not supposed to be me. I have SungMin now, as a little voice in the back of my head decides to tell me. I shouldn’t have these lingering feelings to protect JungSu. It’s no longer my place. We’re only friends—not that you could really see that at the moment, but it was there; trust me—we’re only supposed to go so far with our feelings.
I told that little voice to go fuck itself.
I had been content with the way things were. With SungMin. With JungSu. But now JungSu had someone else comforting him, had someone else but me and all these heated feelings boiled in my stomach; I could feel it twist into disgusting knots.
“YehSung...” The sobs had stopped and I heard JungSu murmuring to the other man that had him cradled in his arms. I don’t know what they were saying to one another. I just knew that I didn’t like it. I stepped forward again, and crashed through the brush after them, as if I had just arrived.
All my eyes could see was YehSung holding JungSu, the way his hands were positioned on his body, how JungSu seemed to curl closer to him and hide his face.
I opened my mouth to speak; but no words came. My pulse faltered, my chest felt tight. Suddenly, I find I’m gasping for air. YehSung looked concerned, but JungSu only buried his face against YehSung’s shoulder more insistently.
“O-o-oh, good, you got him,” I managed to spit out, with a jerky nod of my head at YehSung. “I’m...I’ve got...bye.”
Clutching a hand to my chest, I stumbled back out to the path and headed for home, SungMin back on the bench—forgotten.
“What’s wrong with him?” I heard YehSung ask JungSu as I headed away.
“I think he finally feels guilty for ruining my life,”