Twelve
그리고 메이크업 || And Make UpRing ring ring
Ring ring ring
Ring ring ri-
'Hello'
Oh
Jongins body straightened up, eyes widening at the sound of Kyungsoo's voice. A moment of silence passed them, only their shallow breaths being heard through the phones. Pressing the phone closer to his ear. Jongin didn't say a word, to scared to speak, just glad Kyungsoo finally answered his call. Ever since that night at Kyungsoo's house he couldn't stop the pang of guilt he felt simply hearing the other boys name.
I'm such a up
Of course he had known. Jongin suspected he always was aware of it. Kyungsoo wasnt skilled at lying so it was hard to miss his frequent looks and long touches. But Jongin assured himself he wasn't going to do anything about it. He couldn't. Kyungsoo is basically a kid. Besides, Jongin is not gay.
I'm not. I'm really... Not.
He liked girls and the string of lovers was prof enough. Making sure to leave the love bites so people can see. He wore them like a badge, attempting to prove to everyone (or rather himself) that he wasn't like that at all. Not that he hates Kyungsoo because he was. He could never hate Kyungsoo. But he refused to let anyone, especially Kyungsoo to know.
Know what? There isn't anything I'm hiding.
His inability to actually sleep was a girl was surely nothing to be ashamed of. He just don't want yet. He's waiting.
Until Kyungsoo turns 18?
NO!
He made sure to keep himself in line and to never cross any line he wasn't willing to face.
...Until that ing party
'Jongin? Are you still there? '
Kyungsoo's irritated tone took Jongin out of his daze as he remembered what he was doing.
'Oh sorry, hi Kyungsoo. I just wanted to-'
'Jongin I told you not to speak to me again'
His heart dropped at Kyungsoo's words. The pang of guilt and pain resurfacing in his chest and he began to struggle to breathe.
'Kyungsoo look I-'
A distant knock of a door was heard and Jongin froze as he heard Kyungsoo move. Probably walking to the door.
'Jongin I have to go now'
Panic erupted through Jongin's body but before he could persuade him Kyungsoo cut him of.
Jongin sat up on his bed, phone still pressed to his ear as he heard the dull tune. Blinking rapidly to try and prevent the tears he was to ashamed to admit was welling up in his eyes, Jongin took deep breaths. Yet the hurt quick turned to anger and frustration as he threw his phone across his room. The loud bang echoing in his room and he buried his head in his hands. Desperately fighting the urge to sob.
A/N: Hmmmmm who is knocking at Kyungsoo's door??
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