Liars & Fakers # 1
“I love you.” JaeJoong whispered. “H-How could you do this to me?” his closed his eyes and forced himself to compose his emotions not wanting to break down in front of YooChun.
He laughed “I made no promises when we started our agreement.” He brushed down the cloth of his black trousers. “Don’t get your heart involved, that’s what I told you. Don’t you realise that I don’t love you?” he sighed looking over the other boy. Truth be told, he had grown bored of him. And being as determined as he had show, YooChun had known how persistent he would be.
‘All this shit about being his soul mate.’
“You don’t love me. You love my body you love my di-”
YooChun was abruptly cut when he found a pair of soft lips pressed into his “Just for tonight. Please, love me.” He whispered into YooChun’s ear.
The younger man couldn’t help but notice the pleading, begging tone.
‘Did he really elude himself to the point he believed that he loves me?’
He couldn’t understand JaeJoong’s mind.
“YunHo.” His eyes widened when he heard JaeJoong soft weep, clutching onto his chest he finally let sobs rack his body. His words were hardly coherent and sounded like a mumbled mess ‘YunHo’ was probably the only thing he could distinguish. Tears stained the beauty’s face, the wetness licking his skin.
‘YunHo?’
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He whimpered his doe eyes glistened in a silent pain. Something YooChun had never witness.
Neither when they kissed or had sex behind the others back. JaeJoong had always been indifferent at the mention of the Kingka. Always.
So what had changed now?
YooChun could feel the warm wetness seep through his shirt he quickly pushed the fragile body away the blond landing on the sofa behind him. He refused to look up, his arms slowing wrapped around his legs, and his head lowed. His face crumpled and his fingers coving his face his body shaking from sobs. “Why doesn’t he love me YooChun?”
***
He mused on how pathetic he must have looked; a quarter past midnight sitting alone gazing at the starts above him wishing that his lover would be with him. And the most pathetic thing he thought must have been the fact he was willing to wait all night. Sit alone and just hope and have faith that his JaeJoongie would come to him.
He had a sick feeling that crept up inside of him. The way JaeJoong had been acting, dismissing his touches, mind wondering, gaze lingering. He couldn’t forget the way the colour of his eyes changed as he saw that tall boy. The pits of his iris burned black like the verge of a storm. But he had dismissed it, like he would always do.
YunHo’s gut curled as he re played such incidents in his mind, the way JaeJoong would falter, his breath hitch and when they would make love; how he would cling to him desperately cry out in passion. Everything was different and he felt blind not to have noticed, stupid for ignoring it.
When had they become this?
He sighed, lips pressing together forming a firm line hardening his jaw.
As he delved into it deeper he heard a noise he turned his head swiftly to see JaeJoong coming towards him at an accelerated pace.
Suddenly he forgot everything; JaeJoong had always managed to leave him breathless, leave any though incoherent. If only JaeJoong knew the effects he had on him.
JaeJoong drew closer his hands clenched to his side and he shook with every step. He couldn’t bare to look at YunHo right now. He had wronged him and he felt disgusting and dirty. He didn’t deserve YunHo. YunHo didn’t need someone like him that would drag his good name through the mud. He didn’t need an unfaithful partner that would make others look down on him, mock him for not being able to keep his man. No YunHo didn’t need that.
He trembled as he was finally in front of YunHo. He had left him waiting for so long he remained stiff as YunHo wrapped his arms around him placing a gentle kiss on his lips one which he didn’t expected from YunHo. His kissed were hard and passionate fuelled by jealously for his possessions fuelled by ever growing lust and want. The blond closed his eyes savouring it because after today there would be no affection from the other man.
The blond nudged his chest and YunHo shifted his gaze falling onto JaeJoong eyes. He quickly averted his sight and sucked in all the air he could muster.
“I’ve been cheating on you” he whispers the feeling of YunHo’s fingers tightening, his grip ever growing. He hears a gasp of air being taken in but he continues pitiful as he feels “It started a while ago a month maybe? I couldn’t tell, the nights and days where never that distinguishable when I was with him.”
He looked up and saw the naked pain that flashed in his eyes, his grip tightened and his jaw clenched tightly “I knew it wasn’t right but I kept going back to him. I knew I should have stopped and told you..but the thought of losing him - killed me.”
YunHo turned his head eyes blazing emotions fought inside of him anger, hate, resentment, betrayal, hurt and his heat shattered.
He grabbed his chin and forced the blonde to look him in the eyes “Why?! Why would you do that?!” He all but yelled, teeth grinding together.
“Because I thought he could love me” he whispered.
YunHo scoffed “Love you, Love you is that not what I’ve been doing?!” he asked furiously
JaeJoong kept silence trying to look down but YunHo would have none of it “answer me” he growled.
“You've been owning me” he said so softly so quietly that YunHo’s heart shattered even further.
YunHo was about to speak but JaeJoong cut him off “I don’t deserve you, you don’t need people like me in your life...we knew it would never be what we wanted, our feeling for each other where never the same...this should never have started in the first place”
His eyes narrowed dangerously voice dropping “So what are you suggesting? We end this?”
There was a nod and the taller man clenched his fingers into a fist “But what if I don’t want it to end it huh JaeJoong? I-”
“Please” he begged “I-I” I can’t take pretending that you love me “I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Let us go.”
The other man nodded watching as his now ex lover got up whispering sorry’s and telling him that he didn’t mean to hurt him.
YunHo felt broken.
Our feeling for each other where never the same
He loved JaeJoong with every fibre of his being.
Should never have started in the first place
He had always thanked the heavens cherishing the day they met.
He guessed he was never enough for JaeJoong, he loved him, loved him so much. He was possessive and jealous but never did he own JaeJoong. He was his own person and he admired him for it. The nails of his fingers ate into the skin of his palm. He didn’t mean to make him feel like that. He was much more than a possession or a prize. The thought sent chills of despair down him, his gut curling in disgust.
But he guessed none of that mattered now. His regrets meant nothing because JaeJoong felt nothing.
From the one-shot that I started last year but can't finish. I'm going to split it all up and have it as a long ass drabble series, so YunJae won't stay broken...much. And don't hate on JaeJoongie he's just misguided and confused, YunHo isn't much of a saint in this either. But YooChun is a complete dick. I don't like JaeChun so God only knows why it is.