warnings: angst, lousy grammar, what-shitty-plot-is-this, is-there-even-a-plot, stupid thing, crude words, failure of sex/smut, random babbling. author's note at the bottom

"We aren't the people you thought we would be. We aren't okay?" Aomine's voice cracked.

He would not allow any tear escape, not even a single bit. He forced the words out of him like venom, stinging. His heart only wants him but god forbid that and here they were, breathing in bitter words and breathing out insouciance.

"A-Aominecchi... Hah.. How could you say that? After all we've been through?" Kise tried to stifle the hurt in his voice.

"After all we've been through?" Aomine forced out a chuckle.

You told your friends I was your fuck buddy then laughed about it over champagne; I was waiting at the restaurant with an uncomfortable suit. I let you kiss other girls because you said it was 'part of your job'. Yeah right, including making out, having sex. You never brought me home once, just eighty-seven hotels, six penthouses and a private yacht. We fucked in all of them. Fifty-six times, you left before I even got up. You spiked my drink because your co-star wanted to touch me and I refused because I'm your fucking boyfriend but you set me up anyway. You left me stranded in the rain, in the snow, waiting for you nineteen times. You're not innocent. You're not fucking honest at all.

They met at a bar.

Both of them were physically and sexually attracted to each other.

Kise pushed the glass to Aomine's side of the table, "Hey, you look good so here's a drink on me."

Kise winked and left. Aomine is left to pick up the drink, the thought of the dashing blonde and his seductive wink. Aomine took a sip and felt himself getting hotter, unstable even. Both of them found each other in their arms, with their lips, with their tongues. It was technically the toilet but Aomine's head flashed too many colors.

The last thing Aomine smelt was vomit. The last thing Aomine remembered doing was marking pale, sweaty skin with his teeth. The last thing Aomine saw was honey-glazed orbs staring into his own. The last thing Aomine felt was a hot, raw tongue on his dick.

From a one night stand, it became a casual affair then it progressed to regular hook-ups with movies and dinner after. Finally, they exchanged I love you(s) and Aomine brought him home.

The perks about dating a model is eating classy food all the time and not having to pay, the privileges and visits to the many apartments he owned- but best of all, his fucking gorgeous face. How he smiled, talked, walked, sang, posed, winked, kissed, touched, breathed made Aomine insane. The thing about Kise that he was full of fun ideas. Being with him was the absolute opposite of boring. Aomine liked that; Aomine liked him. For once, the nonchalant male wanted to be with someone.

(The first time he brought him home)

"Nice place."

"You're lying. I bet my manhood my home is the least fancy one you've ever stepped into," Aomine replied.

"So I get your manhood for dinner tonight? No joke, I was expecting worse but hey Daik-"

"Shut up and kiss me now," Aomine pushed his lips against Kise's, fingers clawing through Kise's yellow strands.

He could not stand it and no he would not tolerate it. Hearing his name in Kise's voice would just make him so feverish alone. He couldn't let himself appear as such a letdown in front of the man he wanted to impress.

"Aominecchi~ Look at me lick this chocolate ice-cream mmm~" Kise playfully teased.

"Oh god Kise. Stop it before I violate you in public," the tanned male turned away but occasionally glanced at his very sensual blonde.

He was satisfied. He was happy. It took them awhile but from a physical relationship, they've become something more. After 13 weeks and 3 days, Aomine has accomplished several things: 1. Kise giving him a nickname- 'Aominecchi' 2. Kise stayed over thrice. 3. They prepared a five-course meal together. 4. They bathed each other and had wonderful sex after. 5. Kise leaves his toothbrush at Aomine's apartment. 6. Aomine met Kise's sister once; Kise told him he was the first lover to ever did so.

A sneak chilly peck on the cheek made Aomine jumped slightly.

"Haha you got chocolate ice-cream on your cheek now mm what shall we do Aominecchi? Shall I lick it off you?" Kise whispered gleefully, inching closer to the bluenette. So close till he could feel Kise sending him snowflake kisses.

"You should act more like a violator," Kise laughed with his pretty long lashes in full bloom.

Aomine almost doubted his perfection but he shouldn't, or else he would have a lot of other things to doubt.

So love doesn't always work out. So goodbyes might make you feel relieved than insecure. So ... he made a decision

Maybe we started off on the wrong path. Maybe given different circumstances, we would fall in love differently. Maybe given different lives, we would have more time and trust for each other. Maybe we were really meant to be; maybe we weren't.

Enough sleepless nights, missed calls, arguments, insecurities, distrust, sarcasm, spite, pain, aches, lies. Aomine was done.

"I can't keep up with you Kise. So I'm done chasing after you."

Aomine left without looking back, not a glance at the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on, at the person he dearly loved.

This was the final goodbye.

a/n: i am sorry for the shitty fict. it came up unexpectedly and i wanted to finish it asap before i went to bed so it's rather rushed as you can see, maybe i'll write one in kise's pov. Sorry for all the mistakes. I am in a not really good mood that's why i am trying to vent by writing this dumb fict hah. I don't know. When i am happier, i'll continue with chapter 3 of the songwriter's muse & love affair

thank you for reading xoxoxo