“You don’t have to go.”
I listen to his words and what he’s not saying.
I huff a sad little sound, one that Jaeyong’s not accustomed to, doesn’t know what it means. I had him as my friend once upon a time, he doesn’t know what I sound like when I’m lying, not really.
“It’s cool. I’m sure you wanna hang out with your hyung. Enjoy the evening, yeah?” I force myself to look up at him, for the first time not seeing the boy I knew mapped in his features. He’s a complete stranger now, and it took another person for me to see that.
I was thinking too hard about it, anyway, hoping too much for it, longing for something that wasn’t there, that couldn’t be.
Jaeyong’s still beautiful, high cheekbones, full mouth, inky brown eyes that are steady on me, reading me as if he has the right.
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