Chapter 97 - I Am Not Shun

Suu Jin was staring at the ceiling, replaying the days prior. Two days he had not held Xiong Shun in his arms. Two days he had not heard from his lover. Two days since he found out about the kiss. Two days since they argued.

[Jin was pissed as he pulled off his wig and dress. He pulled on a t-shirt and pants as he waited for the silver haired male. He sat on the bed, staring at the door, and holding his phone. The injury on his hand was nothing compared to the pain in his heart. He listened to the voicemails Shun had sent him, all 5 of them. The first 4 were apologizing to him, saying he loved him, but the last voicemail was nothing more than, “Let’s talk when I get back.”

So, he waited.

When Shun walked in, he did not move closer. He stood at the closed door and something about that caused everything in Jin to flare up. This… This was a repeat of the past and he was going to lose Shun this time. He thought the silver haired idol loved him, cared for him, but he was used once more. How pathetic was he!

“I’m leaving. I won’t be coming back,” Shun said quietly with a hand on the handle, “I’m sorry, Ah Jin. I can’t stay.”

“Shun,” Jin took a deep breath, “Then I will go with you.”

“You… You can’t.”

“But wasn’t that what you asked me, or was that just because we had sex?” Jin stood up as his face morphed into anger, “Were you just telling me sweet things, making promises just to win me over? You’ve used me and now you will abandon me,” he moved into his lover’s space, “Fine. I don’t care anymore.”

He smashed his lips into Shun’s, forcing the kiss to deepen, forcing the hands trying to push him off to submit. He slipped his hands under the silver haired male’s shirt and groped all the skin he could. He rubbed in between his lover’s legs, calling forth the hardness he was sure to make. He ignored the cries for him to stop, the banging against his chest, not until a fist connected with his face.

“Did you fuck her too? Were you dating her this whole time under my nose? I fucking hate her and now I hate you too.”

He gripped his lover’s wrists so hard, he wanted to mark him. If there was no other thing he could do, he would remind Shun of the mess he caused. How much pain he was going through.

“Good,” Shun grinned, “You should hate me. Now let me go. She is waiting in her car. What? Surprised?” Shun laughed and shook his wrist from the loosened grip, “We are over, Suu Jin. She is a much better lover than you.”

The pinkette was so shocked, he didn’t realize Shun was already gone until his phone rang on the hotel bed. Screaming out in anger, he smacked the lamp down, breaking it into pieces. He ignored his phone and went to the bar in the room, popping open a beer bottle.]

“Fuck you Shun,” Jin shouted and reached for the bottle of beer to drown himself in. He had been held up in the hotel room since then, just drinking what was in the hotel room bar and ordering more when he ran out. The bill was racking up, but he didn’t care.

What was the point anymore?

Chugging down the beer, the wine, whatever it was in his hand at the moment, he passed out on the floor. In his drowsy sleep filled brain, he came to when soft fingers were wiping the sweat off his face.

‘Ah Shun? Is it you? Did you come back?’

"Sorry," he slurred, "So sorry..."

Grabbing the hand, he pulled his lover to him and patted until he found cheeks to cup. He kissed deeply, full of regret and sorrow, hoping the silver haired man would forgive him. They could make this work. This was just a fight between them. It would be okay. He would apologize, do everything Shun wanted if his dear lover would just stay with him again.

Flipping them over, he continued to kiss and touch and-

“Ah Jin,” the voice… it wasn’t Shun’s.

He blinked and blinked to try to clear his mind. The blurriness cleared enough to see who he was kissing and touching. Lisa. She was panting and looking at him with eyes of pity and worry. How did she get in the room and how long was she there?

“I am not Shun.”

“I know,” he slurred still staring at her brown eyes.

“I am not Shun.”

“I know!”

“Ah Jin,” her delicate hand cupped his face, “I am not him.”

Tears fell, slipped down his tear duct, his cheeks, and dripped down his chin. He crumpled against his past lover and cried. Hands rubbed his back to soothe him and held him closer. He cried for a while, unsure on exactly how long, but he turned them to the side so he was crushing the small woman.

“Ah Jin,” Lisa whispered softly wiping his eyes, “Don’t worry. We have a plan.”

“What? Who is we?”

Lisa smiled that pretty smile and kissed his forehead.

“I will tell you when you are sober. Sleep, Ah Jin. I will be here.”

In the comfort of Lisa’s, embrace, he fell asleep.

What he didn’t know was that there were others who had entered the room with Lisa. Manager Yaotzu groaned, rubbing his face of the mess. It was the afternoon, but this pinkette boy had his curtain closed and littered of empty bottles around. He looked over to the raven haired boy who had grabbed the trash bin to collect the bottles.

“Ah Tae, help me gather them. We should help clean,” Kaiden stated.

“I’ll help too,” Star went to join them. Jenell was texting Wen Dong the play by play while Kola went to the closet to grab new clothes for Suu Jin to change into when he wakes.

None of them could unsee this mess, especially the blonde wig on the floor.