Feelings, the most fragile things to have in this horrid world, so easily broken without remorse. He would know, of course he'd know, he'd always know. His eyes laid upon the two figures, betrayal. He let his lovestruck heart take over, and it dove to its own demise. A new feeling creeped up on him until it over took him like a wave to an empty boat.
"Why do I even bother." he scoffed, his once angered fists becoming less stressed. The fragile trust, the empty words, the place that he put himself in, "There really is no taking back." a cold laugh over took him. Seeking for another sufficient source to sustain his undying hunger was gonna be nearly impossible.
Dullness, the shell of his original piece, a grand masterpiece that got slashed across its surface. Everything reminded of her, he was close to smashing his phone the exact same way he did several times to his older one. Driving himself insane to the point of no return. The feeling of crying with no emotion, he was drained of his sanity. The only thing driving him to stability disappearing in a flash.
He'd come to accept the fact that there was no hope anymore. All but failed wishes that he brought to himself, he was always going to be. Too late. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing, why not just transfer again and stop the pain with something new. If he remembered carefully he'd be able to remember the surrounding schools.
"Jaemin?" the familiar blonde peeked into his room to find the male sitting there in complete shambles.
A wave of anger passed through the other, "That fucking bastard I swear to god if I see her I'll show her what the fuck she did-"
"It's okay Moon. Can you take me to the salon." he had a shy smile among his tear stained cheeks. Almost in disbelief, he sighed and went over to reach out a hand for him, "Let's go loser, what colour do you wanna get."
"Something that stops the pain,"
"That doesn't help me Jaemin but I got you."
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"When I said something that stop the pain I didn't mean make me you." he deadpanned, combing his hand through his hair softly, the bright platinum blonde being a complete opposite from his former hair. He swatted a hand, "I'll get it dyed lilac another time don't worry." he rolled his eyes. "You really got me to help you feed into the trope of dying your hair after the mental break down though."
"I mean you look good so I don't see the problem." he other smiled at the mostly dead inside male. He sighed, "I need sleep, and a lot of alcohol." he muttered still not out of his mental slump. "Lucky for you my best friend, that's the only thing in our fridge." the other smiled pushing the male ahead of him on their path to the car.
Stepping out of the small salon, the wind brushed against his face, his hair getting in his eyes ever so slightly. Why the feeling brought a turn to his stomach was unknown to him. Like a trigger to make him feel miserable, sickening really. Now in a slightly more sour mood, the longing for a replacement became more and more of a necessity
From opening the door to the car, to seeing his phone lighting up every 2 seconds with a flood of messages, he was indeed annoyed. Oh so now you want to talk after you did this to me. he scoffed, taking a second to read through the messages that he barely saw sincere. Without a second thought, he blocked the number and deleted their conversation, never wanting to be reminded again.
"You good Jaem?" the blonde peered in, settling in the drivers seat with a curious face. Letting out a semi defeated sigh, he nodded. "I mean I guess, my life can't go any more down than it already has so I guess I'm alright." his words gave the other extreme amounts of worry. "Jaem I'm signing you with a therapist"
"Yeah no that sounds great actually, please do."
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After having a whole week of personality switching, his newfound confidence and newfound therapist, changed him for the better. Was it the fact that he tried out new outfits or the fact that he had time to himself to feel better, he couldn't tell either way. He was doing bright as day as he walked into the god forsaken university.
To say he didn't have a new interest in dating would be a terrible lie, falling for his old habits like it candy. The thrill of messing around without any clear emotions was so magical to him. Because unlike them he couldn't give two shits about if they liked him or not. It was always for the fun of it and never for the emotional bits.
"Jaemin? Why did you block me?" the female pulled him aside with a firm grip on him. Staring down at her hand in amusement, his eyes pulled up to hers, "Why did you make out with him?" his words were coated with dryness. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, "What the fuck are you talking about? I never did that." her voice cracked at how he was setting her up.
A cold chuckle released from his lips, not a single feeling being reflected in his eyes. "You won our game Choi, congratulations." his cold words with this new personality made her infuriated. "What the fuck are you talking about Jaemin. Stop acting like this, I never did any of what you said." her grip tightened on him as he flinched. Wincing at the pain he was causing him
Only taking a second to realize, he released him from her hands in shock and fear, "Jaemin, look I don't-" he scoffed cutting her off in the second she started talking. "Look Jung, you won okay? You're the queen of the chess board who thought thousands of steps ahead of me and I'm just the pesky king that you had to get out of your way. You've won got it? Now leave me alone."
This side of him was everything she feared, the one that no longer cared for the world and no longer cared for her. How did she mess up? What did she do? God if she remembered she would've beat herself up on it, what did she do? What did she do, Wait, her head started to ache as she remembered the most crucial thing to all of this, Fuck.
