Seventy Times 7
Title: Seventy Times 7
Pairings: broken HoMin, JaeHo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish, but in the end not at all. >_<
Just so you know, Seventy Times 7 is a pretty good song by Brand New. If you listen to the song, you'll get why I picked it for the title.
A/N: I'm not exactly happy with it, but it could've been worse.
Dear Yunho,
I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you.
Wow, you and JaeJoong.
Changmin growled in frustration and ripped up the paper. He just couldn’t say what he wanted to. On one hand he wanted to wait for the others to get home so he could just scream at Yunho and Jaejoong. On the other hand he didn’t want Yunho to see him like this; pathetic and weak.
He should’ve seen this coming though. It’s not like they were that discreet. Whenever Changmin asked Yunho about it, he would jus get a terse answer of, “It’s just fan service, it doesn’t mean anything.” All a lie; Everything Yunho ever told him was one big fucking lie.
“You’re the one I want, not Jaejoong.”, liar.
“You need to stop worrying about it.” Changmin had every reason worry.
“You’re beautiful.”; But never as beautiful as Jaejoong, right?
“I love you. That’s the same thing Changmin had heard Yunho telling Jaejoong when he walked in on them fucking. Not that they noticed him or anything. Not like the ever notice him.
If Changmin had been someone else he would’ve been drunk by now; As drunk as he could get himself. He just really didn’t want to be awake or alert right now. Anytime he tried to close his eyes and sleep, thoughts of every single lie Yunho had told him came flooding back.
To make it even worse, Changmin couldn’t help but remember the times when he went to Jaejoong for help when he and Yunho were having problems. Anything that Jaejoong had ever said to him was cast with a different light now. How long had this been going on? How long had his boyfriend been fucking his friend behind his back? Did that really even matter?
What did he do wrong? There most be something that he could’ve done to stop this from happening. Anything! Or maybe he was just stupid for even getting in this relationship with Yunho. Maybe, he should’ve just ignored all of Yunho’s advances. Not that regretting any of his choices would change anything now.
Changmin was sick of thinking and he was sick of this apartment. Maybe he would just stay somewhere else. Kibum had said he could come over anytime, after all. His mind was still in a blur as he gathered his stuff together. It was like his body was on autopilot, as his mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Yunho and Jaejoong’s betrayal.
Maybe he should call Junsu or something but then that would alert the others. No, Changmin decided, he would just leave. Frankly, he didn’t want Yunho to know that he had figured out what was going on until he was gone. Maybe it was narcissistic of him to think that maybe, just maybe, Yunho would regret what he had done. Changmin decided that he had used the word maybe too much that night. ‘Maybe’ didn’t change a damn thing. Maybe didn’t make anything Yunho said true and ‘maybe’ sure as hell didn’t change the fact that Yunho had been fucking Jaejoong.
Changmin was about to walk out of the apartment when he realized that he had never finished his letter. He had been hoping to come up with something eloquent and biting to express his feelings on the situation but it seemed as if that wasn’t going to happen. And really, did Yunho deserve any of his wit? No, he didn’t. Changmin sat down and in a manner of seconds was finished with his letter. He did so hope that the others would enjoy reading it as much as he enjoyed writing it.
He placed the piece of paper on to the kitchen table and walked out of the door, and damn did it feel good.
Dear Yunho,
FUCK YOU!
Sincerely,
Changmin
Pairings: broken HoMin, JaeHo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish, but in the end not at all. >_<
Just so you know, Seventy Times 7 is a pretty good song by Brand New. If you listen to the song, you'll get why I picked it for the title.
A/N: I'm not exactly happy with it, but it could've been worse.
Dear Yunho,
I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough for you.
Wow, you and JaeJoong.
Changmin growled in frustration and ripped up the paper. He just couldn’t say what he wanted to. On one hand he wanted to wait for the others to get home so he could just scream at Yunho and Jaejoong. On the other hand he didn’t want Yunho to see him like this; pathetic and weak.
He should’ve seen this coming though. It’s not like they were that discreet. Whenever Changmin asked Yunho about it, he would jus get a terse answer of, “It’s just fan service, it doesn’t mean anything.” All a lie; Everything Yunho ever told him was one big fucking lie.
“You’re the one I want, not Jaejoong.”, liar.
“You need to stop worrying about it.” Changmin had every reason worry.
“You’re beautiful.”; But never as beautiful as Jaejoong, right?
“I love you. That’s the same thing Changmin had heard Yunho telling Jaejoong when he walked in on them fucking. Not that they noticed him or anything. Not like the ever notice him.
If Changmin had been someone else he would’ve been drunk by now; As drunk as he could get himself. He just really didn’t want to be awake or alert right now. Anytime he tried to close his eyes and sleep, thoughts of every single lie Yunho had told him came flooding back.
To make it even worse, Changmin couldn’t help but remember the times when he went to Jaejoong for help when he and Yunho were having problems. Anything that Jaejoong had ever said to him was cast with a different light now. How long had this been going on? How long had his boyfriend been fucking his friend behind his back? Did that really even matter?
What did he do wrong? There most be something that he could’ve done to stop this from happening. Anything! Or maybe he was just stupid for even getting in this relationship with Yunho. Maybe, he should’ve just ignored all of Yunho’s advances. Not that regretting any of his choices would change anything now.
Changmin was sick of thinking and he was sick of this apartment. Maybe he would just stay somewhere else. Kibum had said he could come over anytime, after all. His mind was still in a blur as he gathered his stuff together. It was like his body was on autopilot, as his mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Yunho and Jaejoong’s betrayal.
Maybe he should call Junsu or something but then that would alert the others. No, Changmin decided, he would just leave. Frankly, he didn’t want Yunho to know that he had figured out what was going on until he was gone. Maybe it was narcissistic of him to think that maybe, just maybe, Yunho would regret what he had done. Changmin decided that he had used the word maybe too much that night. ‘Maybe’ didn’t change a damn thing. Maybe didn’t make anything Yunho said true and ‘maybe’ sure as hell didn’t change the fact that Yunho had been fucking Jaejoong.
Changmin was about to walk out of the apartment when he realized that he had never finished his letter. He had been hoping to come up with something eloquent and biting to express his feelings on the situation but it seemed as if that wasn’t going to happen. And really, did Yunho deserve any of his wit? No, he didn’t. Changmin sat down and in a manner of seconds was finished with his letter. He did so hope that the others would enjoy reading it as much as he enjoyed writing it.
He placed the piece of paper on to the kitchen table and walked out of the door, and damn did it feel good.
Dear Yunho,
FUCK YOU!
Sincerely,
Changmin