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❝ Can someone stop time for a moment? I feel like something has gone wrong. I tried to laugh awkwardly but now I'm sorry I treated myself like that. No, don't tell me that it's okay. Don't know what to do without you. I'm staying here alone in this petty place. The memories I draw of you are blue. ❞ — Don't  Know What To Do, BlackPink

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C H A P T E R  T W E L V E

"You don't like me?" Youngjae inquires, tone shakey, holding a strong sense of sadness and fear, almost as if he's asking the question himself. 

Of course, he wasn't expecting this answer from him, after all, everything that happened between them meant something to the wolf boy, at least. 

From Changmin swimming to save his life, dancing with him so he wouldn't look dejected or abandoned. Protecting him from any sort of danger, wanting to be there for him, making sure he's safe and happy, his concern for him . . . did it all mean nothing? 

The question wraps around his head, slowly echoing before fading away. When he realizes his feelings for the brunette are still there, heart pounding like a drum loudly despite now standing across him, hearing harsh words, he thinks it's obviously onesided as he holds his gaze. 

He wonders how did he ever fall for such a try-hard who lies other than how his affection ignites a fire in his chocolate eyes, melts snow residing in his heart, blooms a warm smile across his face. 

Showers rain on him like it's sprinkling fairy dust called hope. 

He realizes again it's because when you love someone you love someone and pain weaves along, but those four words stabbed him right in the heart more than he thought would have. 

He can feel tears cloud his vision as he registers the same words, the intense kiss, and how the brunette didn't let go, even after attempting to stop him, but he could've with his strength; firm hands pushed him by the chest, startling him.

Changmin wants to look away but he can't. If he looks away, he knows he's running away but in the end, he runs away anyway, ending their conversation with a desperate voice, pleading Youngjae, hands flying around.

"I don't like you, Son Youngjae. Right now, I just want to get some sleep. I'm asking you kindly, please leave me alone, okay?" Then, he rushes off and comes back instantly. He glares at Youngjae throwing an equal one, brows frowning. 

Youngjae ignores the throbbing in his legs because he kicked the table's leg and gripped his pant legs, totally aware he grew claws too before huffing, knowing the stinging pain will grow, answering Changmin, "I want you to help me pursue Lee Jaehyun." 

Changmin says nothing.

Anger fumes heat in Changmin's face. The color of his brown eyes darken and dim, lips sit in a thin line, hands balled into fists. Did he really just hear what he thought he heard?

But Kim Younghoon deserves Lee Jaehyun!

"I said, I want you to help me pursue Lee Jaehyun!"

"Okay, okay. Stop clawing at your legs, will you? You're going to hurt yourself more like this. I agree to help you," worry flows from his voice but there's still a hint of irritation laced, eyes holding the other's somewhat blurry ones.

"So you've promised me," Youngjae says, ripping his gaze somewhere else, breathing hard to prevent tears escaping his eyes. 

Changmin reaches to grab a familiar paper, fingers gripping, showing the white sheet, sighing before saying, "All the things you promised me not to do, you did them all. Son Youngjae, you win." 

Snapping his gaze up, the wolf boy searches the other's, hoping for something different, but he's answered with silence and the brunette leaving. He lets out a breathy laugh, whispering under his breath, "He really doesn't love me. How could I be so stupid?" 

No one would ever love a beast. Forget it. Forget everything. Just remain the way you are, misunderstood and hopeless.

. . .

"Son Youngjae wants Lee Jaehyun so much; I'll give him to that handsome adorable dork of perfection prince charming, okay? I just want to leave the world, so yeah, but nothing I do works out," Changmin shouts, throwing his arms around dramatically. 

He's walking back and forth continuously, chest heaving when he suddenly remembers something. 

"Doesn't he want to become the lead male? Fine. I'll be the cupid between him and Lee Jaehyun. I'll allow the two of them to exchange wedding rings. He'll feel that someone truly loves him for who he is and that the world is beautiful. Once the rings are exchanged, the story is over. I'll go home. Everyone's happy. Goodbye!"

Yoongi just nods, cozy in an animal onesie that resembles him, his face resting in the cup of his hands as he watches Changmin release his anger. 

He explains the theory of Son Youngjae's happiness; so he can leave the world forever and return home. 

"Didn't you just say you were going to cover this gap?"

"You made the gap. Why should I cover it?"

"You can make it right. In this world, there's no remedy for regret. Don't run into a wall where there's no way to turn around when you need to. Also, stop running away from your problems and the truth."

"I won't hit a wall or run away from my problems and the truth. This matter will defiantly be resolved!" The author turns on his heels, chin high, storms off Yoongi's room, out of the police station. 

He'll go to someone he knows. 

Someone he knows will make him feel better, even if he's just with him despite the past feelings he harbored for the gorgeous dork, Lee Jaehyun. 

So that's exactly where he finds himself, sitting on the large garnet couch with golden designs draping across, eyes boring the strong hands opening a drink for him. 

Once Jaehyun opens it, he's taken aback, not mentioning anything, watching Changmin take the bottle, drinking. Like dude, it's not coca-cola, or whatever. 

Jaehyun knows the boy is light-weighted, but he doesn't question him, not just yet. He decides to join him. "Let me ask you, have you ever have something, but you have nothing?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you ever feel like a lot of people love you but you don't feel satisfied?"

"Sometimes I have this feeling."

"Then have you ever wondered if you know what romantic love is really like? Don't you think love is difficult to find? Other than that, you don't even know what kind of person you like?"

"Yeah, I completely am," Jaehyun answers, watching the dull specks in Changmin's eyes brighten a little out of curiosity, "Say it, then," is all the author demands.

"Gentle, healthy, kind, warm, carries himself with confidence, cute, good at understanding others, and helps them feel comfortable." 

"You should like guys like that but in reality, have you ever met guys like that?"

"I don't think so. I thought Kim Younghoon was that person, but he really isn't."

"If Kim Younghoon won't do, why not try changing your type?" Changmin says nonchalantly, sliding next to Jaehyun on the sofa, draping an arm around his shoulder, grinning mischievously.

"What type?" Jaehyun asks, brows sinking, inclining his head. "Like, a bad attitude, looks scary, poor, and ugly, someone who's scheming, likes to torture himself." 

"Why would I like that type of guy?" 

Changmin lets out a sarcastic laugh, head dropping back as he pushes himself back against the sofa, sighing, and then says quietly, "Because, I like that type of guy! Son Youngjae's exactly like that. I like this type of guy." Silence and then a whine, "but you're the only one in his heart."

"Teacher, emotions aren't something you can force. Didn't he mention a few days ago, that he was not interested in me anymore?" Changmin scoots closer, managing a small smile.

"Lee Jaehyun, I'm not forcing you to be with him. I just want you to help me get him," Changmin finally tells him, grabbing the prince by the shoulder, startling him, eyes widening. "Help me," Changmin says again in a lighter tone, both of the boys' eyes not leaving off each other's.