(Ill Keep You My) Dirty (1/2)

Word Count: 957Summary: "Hello, I'm Kim Jongin, Sehun's boyfriend."Note: I forgot I wrote this. Hooray for cliche titles.  It doesn't really register that the two of them are no more. Jongin remembers the last time he saw Sehun. ☆☆

The defeated sighs of Jongin contrast Sehun's livid screams that bounce back from the walls of the apartment. Jongin's cowering slightly on the couch while Sehun paces angrily. It's not that the younger is angry at Jongin, he's spitting rage out at his boss named Kris or something but if he wants to keep his job, it's better to explode at home than work.

But it doesn't make Jongin feel any better as he shies away from the broad gestures, hair tugging, and exasperated groans. It's normal, the cyclone that is Sehun when he comes home, but today. Today, he whirls around to Jongin and snarls, "And you! When are you going to get a job! All you ever do is fail auditions and loiter around every day!"

He thinks the noise that slips out is pitiful but it just seems to egg on Sehun. The growl that comes from the Sehun alarms Jongin, but he can't do anything because there's suddenly a hand that comes down and there's a stinging pain on his right cheek. It's not the pain that shocks him, it's the look in Sehun's eyes when he slowly looks back at his boyfriend with shocked eyes. He expects apologies, spilled regrets, and soft, healing pecks, but it's only fierce anger that greets him.

Jongin gapes in shock, it's like he's been slapped across the face with Sehun's hand and words. He feels something inside him rear it's ugly head and he wants to scream right back to Sehun that he's trying. But too conditioned to bite his tongue, the dancer just holds his words and his eyes speak enough. They're staring at Sehun with a suppressed anger and Jongin stands from the couch. "Out," the elder says and the words reverberate with an unquestionable tone.

Sehun fumbles for a moment, bewildered, shock, anger, and finally accepted defeat cross his face. He suddenly looks bone weary and just grabs a few essentials before sweeping out of the apartment without a word of apology.

It's the unsaid apology that really hurts Jongin the most. So he wraps a blanket tight around him and let a few droplets fall from his eyes.

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That was the last time he'd seen his lover.

He remembers the last time he'd heard that voice he'd had fallen so hard for.

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A week had passed since Jongin had thrown out Sehun and a day or two of Jongin ignoring the things that belonged to Sehun disappearing from Jongin's apartment.

Jongin stares hard at his phone, the battery dying quickly with the constant checking for a new message, a new voicemail, a new anything. But the screen remained cruelly black.

With trembling fingers, Jongin picks up his phone, unlocks it, and it opens to a familiar screen displaying Sehun's number. Before he chickens out, his index finger presses the phone icon and his phone quickly switches to a calling screen. Jongin resolutely presses the device to his ear and listens as the dialing tone plays.

The tone stops along with Jongin's heart.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answers and he can't remember the last time he'd been this nervous dialing Sehun's number.

"Hello," Jongin quietly replied.

"Jongin?" Sehun's voice sounds more awake.

There's rustling in the background and a soft voice that quietly asks, "Who's that?"