It's you (Jinson/Jackjin)

35.

Jinyoung

I gasped, my hands trembling as I went through the photos again. The latest one just minutes before from the restaurant. I looked up at our manager when I was done, the latest photo of us making out in one hand, the letter in the other.

"Hyung. W-who? No no. Ww-what?" I stammer, trying to control my trembling.

"I don't know. They left it at the hotel reception. I went through the tape, it was some young child. It couldn't have been her, she was probably sent to drop it off. She dropped the photos off before leaving the hotel. I tried to find her but couldn't" he sighs, closing his eyes.

"What do we do?" I ask, looking down at the letter again. I shook my head, feeling so helpless.

"Until we find out who, there's nothing we can do"

"We'll lay low. I promise" I nodded, crumpling the letter in my hand.

"Jinyoung ah" our manager sighs. I look up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Got7 or Jackson?" he asks, his eyes filled with pity as he squeezed my shoulder.

"Hyung. You know I can't choose like that" I pled, shaking my head. He squeezed my shoulder again, staring intently into my eyes.

"Choose. You have to. Or I will have to"

He squeezed my shoulder again, waiting for my response. I have to be logical. I have to.

"Got7" I mumble, it's 7 or nothing. I don't know what extents our manager will go to but I know if I choose Got7 at least we would be together.

"I knew you would choose the right thing. Break up with him. Don't let him know. You know how he gets" our manager said, patting my back.

"I can't hyung. I promise. We'll lay low. Really. Why should we?" I ask, shaking my head again, on the verge of crying.

"Don't make me do anything drastic Jinyoung. Please" our manager says, patting my back one last time before leaving my room.

I cried, for us, for Jackson, for the mess, for the pending heartbreak. I cried till I ran out of tears, shredding the letter into tiny pieces before finally packing all of the photos back together. I slotted them back into the envelope, putting it between my clothes. At least I'll have these memories and photos.

I packed hurriedly, rushing to the toilet to wash my face, using the cold water to reduce my swollen eyes. I braced myself, steeling my gaze as I looked into the mirror.

"For him Jinyoung. For him. You can do this" I mutter, thumping my chest.

I took a couple of deep breaths, doing a last scan of my room before locking my luggage up and heading to Jackson's room.

My hand trembled as I raised my fist to knock on his door.

"It's me" I said, hearing him shuffle behind the door before opening it.

"Hey" he smiled, opening the door wider for me to enter.

"Seun... Jackson ah. I think you need to sit down" I started, wanting to get it over and done with.

"Hmm?" he responded, scanning around his room to see if he had left anything out.

"Sit down. Please" I say, sitting on the desk chair while gesturing to his bed. He tilted his head, complying as he settled on his bed.

"I... I spoke to my family. About us. And they disagree. I don't think we should continue this anymore" I said, looking down into my hands. I twisted my fingers around each other, waiting for his response.