June 6, 2016
Off arrived home from filming his latest film in Australia exhausted. Technically filming ended a week prior but the cast and crew decided to stay a couple days longer to celebrate the end of shooting. Off had expected Gun to be waiting for him at the airport but Gun had told him he had things to do so he couldn't go. Off was understanding but couldn't help but feel like something was off about the way Gun had sounded. Actually, Gun had been replying to his texts with short and simple replies the past week. Off didn't understand what was going on but hoped it could wait until tomorrow. He wanted to just shower and take a long nap.
When Off opened the door he heard Gun in the kitchen which surprised him since Gun had said he was busy and that's why he hadn't picked him up. It was actually a bit upsetting since Off had to get a cab home and carry his luggage all by himself. Off dropped his bags in the living room before going into the kitchen and seeing what Gun was doing.
"I thought you said you were busy." Off said as he saw Gun take a cake out of the oven.
Gun got startled and dropped the cake on the floor.
"Fuck!" Gun said, looking down at the mess. Luckily he had made an extra cake in case something went wrong but it would still put him behind schedule since he'd have to clean the mess up first.
"I'm sorry." Off said quickly walking over and looking at the mess as well. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Gun said irritated. "And I am busy."
"You're baking." Off said annoyed with the way Gun was treating him. "You couldn't take the day off baking and go pick me up from the airport?"
"I'm working. Did you read any of the texts I sent you these past few days?" Gun asked.
Off didn't answer because he hadn't really read any of the messages. He had briefly scanned through them to see if they were important but otherwise he didn't really know what they were about. From the look on Gun’s face something important had been in them that Off should have known about.
"I got hired to make desserts for a small birthday party. I have to be done in less than an hour because the client wants them by noon." Gun said.
"I've been busy. Sorry I didn't read your texts." Off said trying to diffuse the tension. Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say.
"Busy? Oh, right, busy partying that you couldn't read my texts. Got it." Gun said. He knew he had promised Tay he would talk to Off calmly and not argue but he couldn't help being annoyed. Gun made sure to know Off's schedule and read all his messages. He always paid attention when Off talked to him. All Gun had expected from Off was for him to read his messages about how he was thinking of opening his own small baking business. But apparently Off had been too busy partying to read them.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Off asked.
"You were supposed to be back a week ago but instead you decided to stay and party. Am I wrong?" Gun said glaring at Off.
"We were celebrating. And I called and told you. You could've told me no and I would have came home." Off said feeling attacked. He was tired. He just wanted to shower and go to bed but instead here he was getting told off by Gun.
"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.
"Can I come over?" Gun asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, go ahead." Mek said and Gun could hear Mild and Mook asking if everything was okay in the background.
"Gun are you okay?" Gun heard Mild asked. She must've taken the phone from Mek. "Gun?"
"No." Gun said.
"We're on our way." Mild said.
Gun stayed on the phone with Mild. He left the apartment before Off got out of the shower and tried going after him. He decided to wait for them in the lobby and didn't really care if people saw him crying.
Mild talked to Gun the entire time. She didn't expect Gun to say anything but she could hear his breathing. She didn't know what happened but she had a feeling it had to do with Off arriving today.
Gun went outside when Mild told him they were there. He saw Mek's car and quickly walked over and got into the backseat. The second he was inside he started crying even harder and sobbing. Mook wrapped an arm around him and tried to comfort him the best she could.
Mek drove back to his house in silence. He could see Mild anxiously looking back at Mook and Gun in the backseat every few seconds. He didn't know what had happened but he knew it was bad. He hadn't seen Gun like this ever and he knew Gun had been struggling with the hate these past few days. From what he had overheard Mild and Mook saying the only things that had been keeping Gun in good spirts was Off returning but then Off decided to stay an extra week. That lead to Gun spiraling a bit and reading hate comments. Jane had gotten Gun to focus on something else by getting him a couple of jobs baking. Something must have happened for Gun to be like this and his guess was Off was involved.
Mild texted Jane and told her what she knew. It wasn't much but it was all she had. Jane said she'd go to Off and Gun's place to pick up the order Gun had been working on and deliver it herself. She was friends with the person who had placed the order so it would be fine. Jane said she'd head to Mek and Mook's afterwards. Mild reminded Jane not to say or do anything to Off if she saw him. Mild didn't want to somehow make things worse. Jane agreed reluctantly.
Mook helped Gun out of the car when they arrived at the house. He was tired from crying and looked a mess. Mook led him into the house and to the living room. She sat him on the couch and she took a seat on his left meanwhile Mild sat on his right. Mek pulled a chair in front of the couch they were sitting at and took a seat.
"What happened?" Mild asked as she handed him some tissues.
"Off hates me." Gun said. "He said I'm no better than the people who send me hate. He said all I do is turn you guys against him and he's right. I'm doing it right now."
"Gun you are not like those assholes who send you hate. Off is a jerk for saying that." Mook said.
"Tell us what happened from the beginning." Mek said.
Gun nodded and started from how Gun had been taking a cake out of the oven when Off arrived home. He told them everything that had been said and yelled. He ignored his phone ringing and the messages he was receiving. He knew they were from Off and he didn't feel ready to talk to him again. Deep down he knew where their relationship was headed.
As much as Gun would like to deny it he knew things were about to get worse.
And maybe they wouldn't be able to get past it.
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