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'I truly believe that the reason I'm here is to tell you the truth,'

Donghae shut his eyes, thinking of the way Hyukjae's lips would part
as he spoke, 'Your ending is near. One day you must look at yourself
in the mirror. I still don't think that you are hearing me clear.'

His lips were probably swollen, from bruising kisses and sleep. 'You
must understand that our friendship is done,' he let a small chuckle
escape at the word friendship, 'justified by the person that you have
become, and because of the fact that enough is enough... Now I'm the
one holding the gun.'

'There wasn't ever anything between us, Hyukjae,' Donghae stumbles
awkwardly through those words, and Hyukjae knows it was about them.
Hyukjae knows it was never about Donghae and anyone other than him.

'We're just friends,' Donghae swallowed, his adam's apple brushing
gently against Hyukjae's thumb.

His grip tightens around Donghae's neck, and his lips ghost over
Donghae's jaw. Biting kisses all the way up to willing lips.

'So this is friendship,' his lips brush against Donghae's, and they
enter into a hungry kiss. Tongues spelling names and eternal
proclamations of love.

Hyukjae pulls away with a smirk, his eyes darker and his grip tighter,
'This isn't friendship, Donghae. This is pure, unadulterated...'

His lips are brushing against Donghae's ear now and he is
overwhelmingly conscious of how loudly his heart is beating.

'Hate.'

His body went cold, and Hyukjae's constricting fingers began to bruise
as warm lips engulfed his earlobe, teeth dragging across sensitive
skin.

'Look at you, Hae,' his voice husky, 'Look at what you've become.'

Donghae shut his eyes, trapping tears between long eyelashes, 'Hyukjae.'

He paused in his ministrations, not looking up. Hyukjae silently
hoped. Silently prayed for salvation.

'It only happened once, I'm so sorry,' his voice was thin, each
escaped word punctuated with sorrowful tears that trickled onto
Hyukjae's face.

He'd have liked to pretended that they were his own, but he was too
far gone for that.

'At least have the presence of mind to speak up if you're going to try
break my heart, Donghae.'

He didn't move as Hyukjae's hands slipped to his waist, opening his
eyes and letting the reticent air full of unsaid words wash over him.

Hyukjae twisted the material of Donghae's shirt, a warped hold on
reality. Donghae winced as his fingers pressed sharply between his
ribs.

'Am I hurting you, Hae?' His fingers twisted roughly, his free hand
gently brushing hair out of Donghae's eyes, 'I want you to look at me
when you tell me how badly you deserve this, I want you to look me in
the eyes. Lie to me and tell me you love me.'

'Answer me, Hae,' Hyukjae murmered, nipping at high cheek bones.

'Answer me and maybe we can fix this,' Hyukjae did not meet his gaze,
despite eyes like mirrors imploring for a chance of forgiveness. He
didn't have the strength anymore.