He can see Jinki's parents standing by the window, they reluctantly agreed to wait inside when Jinki asked them to let him handle the situation.  

This is the first time Jonghyun ever sees Mr. and Mrs. Lee but they glare at him from afar as if he were the most terrible monster. He knows he looks bad; he's sweating buckets from running all the way from the school, his eyes are bloodshot and the tears on his face have yet to dry, still he doesn't think he deserves such treatment.  

Minho would kill him he knew he's here, the younger man advised him to let go but he couldn't let Jinki walk out of his life. Not without an explanation. 

"I told you I didn't want see you anymore. Please, leave." 

The spark in Jinki's eyes that Jonghyun used to adore is gone. It's dead and cold, everything from his face to his voice and mannerisms. He's almost unrecognizable. 

Even so, Jonghyun begs, he'll drop to his knees if he has to.  

"Jinki, just talk to me once, tell me what did I do wrong?" 

"You're not good for me, Jonghyun."  

And it makes no sense, it still doesn't make any sense. 

"Why?" 

"Please don't make me say it." 

It has to be his fault, Jinki is just too nice to say it. Because that's him, kind and considerate Jinki. Not the man standing in front of him with the vacant stare and the hollow words. 

"I'm sorry if you thought I was pressuring you, I didn't mean to force my feelings on you. You're so special to me, Jinki. The most special person in my life, please don't push me away." 

"This is for the best. I shouldn't have let things go this far. It was a mistake, all of it." 

It might be because he is obsessed, because he's spent the last weeks thinking of  nothing but Jinki and replaying every single interaction between them in his brain as method to fight insomnia, but he simply can't accept Jinki's words for truth. There is something in the back of his head that tells him he needs to keep insisting, push harder until the mask falls off. 

"But I love you." 

The desperate confession pulls  the first real emotion from Jinki; his body tenses, his breathing becomes labored and his eyes close preventing Jonghyun from seeing any trace of vulnerability in them.  

For a moment Jonghyun believes this is it, the moment when Jinki will finally explain that everything he said before was a lie, the instant when he'll hold him in his arms again and tell him how much he loves him. Because Jinki loves him, he said so himself not two days ago and all this is nothing but a misunderstanding. 

But when Jinki opens his eyes again, there isn't love. In those pretty brown irises there's nothing but anger, shame and frustration. 

"Whatever you think you feel for me is not love, it's a... sickness, and I simply can't let you mess with my head any longer. I'm better than this and so are you. Deep inside you are a good boy, all  you have to do is trust in God and ask for help, professional help." 

Did he imagine it all? The smiles, the kisses, the tenderness? Jonghyun finally believes he just might just have.  

The weight of his poor judgment is so heavy on him that his whole body trembles with the effort of staying upright. He's sure he looks pathetic right now, letting himself be humiliated like this, only sixteen and already so shattered. But it doesn't matter, he can't find the resolve to care about anything anymore. 

Small, chubby hands wrap around his, preventing him from collapsing with anguish. And while Jonghyun  never thought of Jinki as someone cruel before, he does now. Why else would he touch him so softly again, let him experience the comfort of his warm skin only to let go and send him away, leaving him even more broken and cold than before.