𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 // 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑢 (𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗)

𝑙𝑥𝑖𝑖. 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑒 6, 2016 - 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑒 12, 2016

  "You called me 2 hours before you were supposed to be arriving home!" Gun finally snapped. He couldn't believe Off's attitude. "And you didn't even ask me what I thought. You told me you were staying and then hung up before I could say anything. Was I suppose to call you back and tell you to come home? You seemed pretty happy there."

  Off shook his head and sighed. "Gun I don't want to argue. I just got home." Off said.

  "Did you know I was making us an entire dinner when you called? I was going to surprise you with your favorite dishes. I had the table set up and a whole plan. I ended up giving the food to our neighbor." Gun said taking his oven mitts off and throwing them on the counter.

  "Are we really going to argue right now?" Off asked. He felt bad about what had happened but all he wanted was to rest. It had been an exhausting trip. Off could tell from Gun's expression he wanted to talk now. "Fine. Let's argue!"

  "I don't want to argue!" Gun yelled. "I'm just telling you how I feel."

  "No, you want to argue. All I wanted was to come home to my boyfriend, take a shower, and sleep. I expected you to be happy to see me. But what did I get? I got yelled at and you wanting to start an argument because your stupid plans got ruined. I bet you told our friends everything already and now I'm the bad guy to everyone. That's what you do isn't it? Instead of saying things to my face you go and tell all our friends and make me look like an idiot because I never know anything. You're always the poor innocent victim and I'm the bad guy!" Off knew he had gone too far. He knew he should just shut up but for some reason he kept going. "You complain about how my fans bully you and make you the bad guy but you do the exact same thing to me. You paint me as this horrible boyfriend who always fucks up and our friends always get mad at me. You're no better than the people who send you hate!"

  Off regretted it the second he said it. He knew he fucked up when he saw the hurt look in Gun's face. He knew there really wasn't going back when Gun put his fake smile on, the one he used when he was really upset and didn't want to show it.

  "I didn't mean it." Off quickly said. "I was wrong to say that. You're not like those people."

  "No, you're right." Gun said before turning and going back to finishing his work.

  "Gun." Off tried walking closer but Gun moved out of the way.

  "Go shower." He said.

  Off didn't want to but he also knew they both needed some space. He reluctantly left the kitchen and grabbed his bags on his way to the room.

  When Gun heard the room door close he quickly finished the cake decorations. He took deep breaths and tried to keep himself composed. Once he was done and had put the cake in a box and the cupcakes in a container he burst into tears.

  He walked out of the kitchen and to the room. He heard the water in the bathroom still on and quickly grabbed his phone from the room and walked out. The tears wouldn't stop and he knew he was close to breaking down.

  Gun quickly dialed the first contact he could find.

  "Hello?" Mek answered.

  "Are you busy?" Gun asked in a shaky voice.

  "I'm with Mild and Mook at home. Is everything okay?" Mek was concerned with the way Gun sounded.