*Before you read, please keep in mind, the italicized he/him, is the person that Jongup is in love with- I want to keep his identity a secret for now^^.

               Jongup was currently a young boy of 18. At this age he was supposed to go to school, fool around with his friends, party till 3 in the morning, go home intoxicated and throw up all over the place- well not really, but he figured that was every teenage boy’s dream from all those movies teens liked to watch. Oh yeah, and find love and happiness. Well, at this age, Jongup sold himself in the red districts to pay off loans that his deadbeat father had accumulated (and still is accumulating) from gambling, drinking and ing hookers. And he did believe in love and happiness- just that they didn’t coexist with each other- not for him at least, it’s really hard to believe that when the one he was in love with was the one causing him pain.

                Jongup figures, he so stupid, he had to fall in love with him. Especially when he explicitly stated that all Jongup was, was a buddy when they first started screwing around. At that time, Jongup was already in love with him- but he figured, why not, he gets to the person he likes and he gets to release his ual frustration out on him. But then he started to fall deeper and deeper, and inside he started to crave cuddling, kissing, dating and all that crap that came with those relationships- but they weren’t in those relationships- they were merely hooker and client.

                The thing is he liked to fool around, flirt around and - but Jongup sometimes can’t help but to take it seriously, until he realizes all he is doing is playing a little game, for fun. That used to hurt him, but now he is numb. He remembers the first time that he had mistaken it for something more and right after, he watched him get up, dressed and leave. He had never been so heartbroken, in fact he laid there on the dirty sheets of the dinky motel and cried his heart out into those stained sheets. He laid there for the entire night, not sleeping, thinking or anything- just lying there, because he felt so dead. After that, he wanted to refuse anymore offers from him, make up some excuse- anything, but in the end he would always accept because his heart kept making him.

                Then he started to rely on him as a friend, and never in his life had he hated that word ‘friend’ during that moment. He didn’t know when he started to rely on him, but he was glad that he did- and sad. He vented out all his frustrations on him, and the fact that he had to rent out a hooker was because he loved his girlfriend so much, but she seemed so delicate and beautiful to do anything with- as if she was a goddess, and he would defile her if he did anything. That made his heart break, then what was he, he thought at the moment, and then he remembered, a hooker- a sad excuse for a person that others rented out when they are in a desperate need of ual release, not someone that could be revered or loved in that way. And he embraced everything now, he was a buddy and he would never love someone that was so used and broken like him, and that love wasn’t for someone like him.

But it still hurts when he’s lying on those stained sheets by himself day dreaming about what could’ve been.

Author's Notes: It's currently around 1 AM where I am, and I have a Chemistry exam tomorrow and I felt like writing a story instead of studying and doing the rest of my hw, wtf? IDK, I felt like making a account and posting something. Oh, and I haven't found any picutres or anything, so please bear with it ^^ (that is, if I have any readers -__________-).

*2/25/2012 ADD ON: Big Bang comes in much much much MUCHHHHH later in this story, and it's not going to be focused on them at all (so far that's my decision, idk- i haven't planned it out very specifically yet) so DO NOT get too excited. I'll add more characters as we get further into the story so I don't spoil anything, and to keep things surprising.