Pairing: YehTeuk, mentions of KangTeuk
Note: This is part of a sequel to the story entitled “When Forever Ends”. You probably should read that first, but that’s up to you. A list of all my work with links can be found in my user info.
Part One: Something...
Part Two: An Answer
Part Three: That Was Harsh
Thoughts could wander as long and as far as they wanted. I, despite how much I wished to follow them, could not. I didn’t know where I was headed or for how long I had been walking. All I knew was that I wanted to find somewhere peaceful; a place that held meaning, where thoughts were worth thinking.
So I wasn’t really all that surprised when I looked up and found myself in this park at this bench.
Sleepy ducks rested at the edge of the water, as the pond glittered in the waning sunlight. I sat down heavily on said bench, with its peeling green paint. Before I had a chance to even blink, a figure stepped out of the shadows from my right and asked in an all too familiar voice, “So, what’s wrong?”
“YoungOon!” I gasped, and then tried to hide my surprise with a shaky laugh. “Wh-what makes you think anything is wrong?”
“Because I know you,” He said, matter-of-factly. “And I know what this place means for you. You always come here when you’re upset.”
“But…but I’m not—"
“I’m not an idiot, JungSu.”
I bit my lip as he sighed softly, and took a seat on the bench next to me. We both seemed to be at a loss for words. “So…” I ventured in a soft voice. “Are you still with SungMin?”
“Yeah,” He answered in the same soft tone, though he didn’t look or sound particularly thrilled about this fact.
“...you’re such a jerk.”
“I know.” He shrugged. That didn’t seem to bother him any. “So what about you and YehSung, eh?” I bit my bottom lip once more and looked away. My silence was the only answer he needed. “Ah...”
“He’s...he’s the best. Really. He’s so funny and sweet. And a good guy. Hardworking and honest. He’s perfect, in his own way. JongOon...he loves me. He...sometimes he’s just so good to me that I can’t help but think that all he actually really cares about is my happiness...”
“...but?” YoungOon inquired, with a gesturing hand.
“How did you--?”
“There’s always a ‘but’. Continue.”
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to, in fact, continue, when suddenly I burst into a wild fit of tears. If YoungOon was surprised, he didn’t show it. He merely put an arm around my shoulder. It didn’t remain in place for long. I pulled away violently, and stood, spinning around with tears streaming down my cheeks to face him.
“This is all your fault!” I shouted, my voice carrying over the mostly quiet park as I pointed an accusing finger at YoungOon. “Everything! Everything that is wrong with me! It’s all because of you! It’s all your fault I can’t bring myself to give JongOon all of me, to be with him physically like I know he wants to! It’s your fault I’m afraid of opening up and feeling vulnerable! It’s your fault for breaking me, so that I can’t even give him my heart, because it’s fucking still in pieces!” I sobbed harder.
The next thing I realize, I’m standing in the entrance way to the apartment. Without knowing or caring how I made it home, I toed off my shoes and stepped in quietly. JongOon was waiting. He looked worried.
“I called you, you didn’t pick up.” He moved forward, as if to grab my hand, but at the last second brought his hand up to my chin. He tilted my face up, so that I was forced to look at him. I must’ve looked like hell from crying; eyes puffy and red, eyelashes sticking to my cheeks as I blinked. “...what happened.” He demanded, in a deathly quiet voice. It was a statement, not a question.
I shook my head and forced myself to look away. He insisted again that I tell him, and tried to wrap his arms around me. I pushed him away. “It’s...it’s nothing. Just...he, YoungOon...”
“YoungOon?” JongOon repeated, his features twisting from concerned to angry. “I’ll kill him.” And he about faced and hurried away.
“JongOon, no!” I called, and went after him.
...That probably wasn’t the best thing to have said.
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