This is dedicated to my "best friend' thanks for kissing my "boyfriend" and inspiring this story

All the that happened was put into this story and yes it pertains to my life and yes i'm in an angsty mood and yes i'm sad as hell

I hope you enjoy this broken! friendship jongyu fic

 

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They were sitting down in Jonghyun's car, his grip on the wheel tight as tears rolled down his face.

 

"What's wrong?" Jinki asked, moving himself closer, stretching the seat belt that was tightly secured onto his chest.

 

"Jonghyun, why are you crying, what happened?" his voice got louder, fingers trying to grasp onto anything, the seat, the

dashboard, his arm.

 

"I'm so ing stupid," he choked out, fingers slipping from the wheel slowly and pressing them onto his face. "so, so

ing stupid, Jinki I--" a sob broke out and he pressed harder.

 

"Jonghyun, it's okay, whatever it is, everything is going to be alright," he tried to soothe, hands finally touching the other man

who just backed away quickly.

 

They were parked in front of Jinki's apartment now, his headlights blaring so brightly Jinki could see the cracks on the

ground. "Jonghyun," he tried say, but the other just shook his head, hair sticking to his wet face.

 

"I'm so sorry, Jinki,"Jonghyun sobbed. "I'm so ing sorry,"

 

"You're talking nonsense, Jonghyun, you're talking nonsense," the older man pressed his palms onto Jonghyun's face,

peeling his fingers away softly and holding his shaking hands. "Just breathe Jo--"

 

"I slept with him,"

 

and then there was silence, a long itching silence that tore at Jonghyun's skin and burned his throat.

 

"W-What?"

 

"I slept with him, I'm so ing sorry Jinki, I'm so ing sorry," he sobbed again, snatching his hands away from the older

man's and closed his eyes, too afraid to see the hurt

 

to see the pain

 

to see the regret

 

to see his best friend break right before his eyes

 

and he could hear the slight quiver in his voice. "With who?" he asked, but it wasn't really a question, he knew who he was,

he knew it was the soccer player Jinki was in love with, he knew it was Choi Minho, he knew. The man Jinki has been talking

to for a few years now, the man that he secretly loved since his freshman year of highschool, the Choi Minho that every girl

wanted to date.

 

The Choi Minho that took Jinki's first kiss and made him feel like he was walking on air.

 

I thidk I'm in lovue with youuu, Minho texted him one day, drunk out of his mind and that was all he needed for Jinki to fall

in love with him.

 

I love you, Minho mumbled against his lips another day, fingers brushing away Jinki's fringe as he peppered small

kisses onto the older man's lips.

 

"I'm sorry," he began to say, but the older man just looked at him and repeated.

 

"With who?"

 

"Don't make me say it, please don't make me," he pleaded, nails digging into his jeans.

 

please, please, please, please,

 

and it was there, the first sob, and the gates were opened and the waters were rushing in, drowning the younger male until

he couldn't breathe, until all he could do was choke on his own tears.

 

"Why," he whispered. "why would you do that?"

 

"I was desperate Jinki, I didn't know what the hell I was doing, Jinki--"

 

You're a ing liar, a big ing liar, Jinki wanted to say, but he couldn't, not with the way the younger man couldn't even

hold in his sobs, not with the way his hands were balled into fists and pressed against his red eyes.

 

"we were just in my car and it happened."

 

"but the passenger seat and the driver seat and--"

 

"I'm sorry," he repeated again, over and over until his voice was raw and all Jinki could hear was his harsh breathing and the

rustle of the trees.

 

"But you knew i liked him," Jinki whispered, a soft breath of words that grazed Jonghyun's skin like a knife. "you knew we

kissed, you knew it, you knew we were going to start something."

 

and he did know, he really did know, but he was desperate and lonely and Minho was there and he didn't want it at first, but

he gave in and it made Jonghyun feel like complete and utter .

 

"We're best friends Jonghyun, why?" he said a little louder, head going down to look at his palms. "we're best friends,"

 

it stung, it really did and all Jonghyun could do was cry and try to think of anything that could make the older man possibly

feel better. "It was a mistake, I'll never do it again, I swear, Jinki, I swear,"

 

but he didn't believe him, he couldn't. "," he groaned, rubbing his wet cheeks clean. " you,"

 

"Jinki ple--"

 

"No you, we were supposed to be best friends," he threw his bag over his head and roughly placed it onto his

shoulders. "some best friend," he spat, opening the door to the car and slamming it shut, leaving Jonghyun to drown in his own tears.

 

"I think I'm in love with you" the text read and Jinki wanted to scream. "I think I'm really in love with you, don't tell Jonghyun."

 

I think I'm in love with you too