“…don’t cry, Jihoon.”

“please?”

“…I beg you,”

Although he had begged again and again, Jihoon still does not listening. Jihoon kept his body in the corner of the room,kept his distance far from the older, head still facing at the floor, even couldn’t lift it up just to reply the other’s sad eyes.

Jihoon was sobbing, but the other remained standing in place, not even try to approach the crying boy. His teary eyes still focused on Jihoon, then he took a very long breath.

He wiped his face roughly, “you chose this way, Lee Jihoon.”

 

“I’m Choi Jihoon.” Finally, the sobbing boy lifted his head up and facing the older, face swollen, nose reddened, eyes full with tears. He feels like dying when his eyes met the older’s.  Jihoon kept staring at the other man, until he realized he wasn’t the one who is crying there. He closed his mouth as he could hear his voice trembling.

“…Seungcheol,” He said again, but still no answer from the silent man.

“Please say anything, you scared me, you bastard!!!” Jihoon, you need to chill because without you knowing, without realizing it, you just shouted out loud.

“I am leaving, that’s the final, Jihoon.”

 

He, Choi Seungcheol, finally make a move. He walked heavily to approach the crying Jihoon, then giving a soft caress on the top of Jihoon’s head. He burst into tears as Seungcheol’s hand running from his hair down to his wet cheeks. Jihoon lowered his head, trying to hold it so that Seungcheol couldn’t see his swollen face. His very very teary and wet face. He even sniffed, when he got a long kisses raining his damn wet face.

Seungcheol’s lips still feels warm as ever. Seungcheol’s kisses still feels intoxicating as ever. And Jihoon still loved everything as ever. 

Seungcheol stopped his kisses, and lift up Jihoon’s chin to make sure his precious Jihoonie is now facing him. Seungcheol smiled at Jihoon, “you should stop.”

Jihoon shook his head, “…no, please. Don’t leave.”

Seungcheol smiled again, now become more softy. “You don’t need me, Jihoon.”

Jihoon shook his head, again, “Seungcheol, please.”

Seungcheol leaned in, giving a very long last kiss at the corner of Jihoon’s mouth. Then he stopped, staring at the closing eyes before him, as his heart burst into pain.

 

“I did love you, Jihoon.”

Jihoon opens his eyes, “Seungcheol,”

“At least you gave me a gold chance to protect you for this few months although in the end you still can’t love me as much as I did. At least, you trusted me. At least, you accepted me to be friends with you. At least, you let me to live with my feelings for you growing bigger without you even protested. Now, it’s time to end all of this. To end this deal, to end everything. You was important for me, you should trust me.”

All he could do now is just silent. Jihoon even doesn’t have enough strength to open his mouth. It feels like locked. 

“Good bye, Jihoon. It’s nice to know you,”

“It’s nice to loved you.”

 

After that, Seungcheol turned back and leaving. Closed the door of their shared apartment for the last time he ever touch it again. This home is the fondest memories of his life. This home had something he would never forget. Seungcheol did love this home. Seungcheol once admired everything that is inside the home. And Seungcheol won’t regret.

 

Meanwhile inside the home, Jihoon’s still sobbing.

He felt very sorry.

He regretted to never told Seungcheol before, he never tried to tell him even for once.

The one that it’s too late to tell to Seungcheol is,

Jihoon loves him. And he really means it.

But what makes this even more miserable is, this is already too late because everything is done.