9.

Anger burned through Kyungsoo's chest. Jongins face a blur behind hid tears he could stop from falling. Knuckles white as he balled up his fist. Desperately trying to contain all he's been bottling up since that night. 

"What could you want from me Jongin?" 

He asked again, the silence of the room drawing emphisis on the crack of his voice that the end. 

"You made me feel like a fool that night! Taking away my ity and running off as if it never happened. As if you was ashamed"

At that Jongin stumbled up from the floor. Face filled with pain as he walked over to Kyungsoo. Tears of his own threating to fall as the young boy back out of his touch. 

"Kyungsoo I-"

"Shut up!" 

The room echoes at Kyungsoo's voice. Jongin shutting his mouth immediately as his and dangled by his body. Kyungsoo stared at him, his lips pressing together right as he saw the faded hickeys on his neck. 

"You took my ity and ran of with them girls. And now you come here drunk and all over me. God Jongin you was with them girls before you came here! "

Kyungsoo let out a sob as he wiped his eyes. Turning around so he would have to see Jongin's face.

"You must of known. You must of known my feelings for you at that party. And you came to my house and do that. Then pretend nothing happened. And you come here now... you"

Kyungsoo stops speaking. Awaiting a responce from Jongin. Anything. 

Jongin didn't say a word.