"I hate you," he snarled, conviction evident in his tone.

"No you don't. You never mean that," Kyungsoo pleaded as his eyes softened. A hand reached for Jongin's shoulder, but it only met the cool summer night's breeze as the man jerked away.

"I mean it this time. We can't go on like this."

Tears threatened to escape Kyungsoo's wide eyes as his mind processed those words and the situation. He blinked them away furiously, grabbing a hold of Jongin's arm as if that action would ground him there, get him to stay.

"We can fix this–"

"We? What we? It's over already. You crossed the line." He gave a mirthless chuckle. "Do you really think something so ed up can be fixed?"

 Jongin made to remove the shorter man's hand, but Kyungsoo had already let go in shame. 

"Sorry." he whispered, sounds swept off by the breeze and carried only to their ears. 

"Too late now,isn't it?" 

Jongin shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and abruptly turned in the opposite direction, knowing his facade would break at any moment. He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't take Kyungsoo in his arms again. Not now, not ever.  The wind swept across his soft brown fringe, exposing his skin to the weather as he wondered if what he just did was really for the better. 

hmm