"Are you and Seungri breaking up again?" asked Taeyang from across the lunch table, I gave him a look. Sometimes he could be a little insensitive. "What? It's like the tenth time this week" he said, Taeyang was my best friend. we've known each other for the longest time, he was the one who introduced Seungri to me 8 months ago. Seungri was fun and all, he was cute, but he was a little childish, claiming that I was cheating on him with every guy who spoke to me, he was younger than me. A lot younger. I let out a sigh, "I think I'm going to leave him for good before other people suspect" I said. Taeyang didn't say anything else. He just continued eating his food.
I'm Kwon Jiyong and I'm 19, currently a high school student, unemployed, and failing.
"I'm sorry Jiyong, I love you" Seungri's voice came from my phone, "I didn't mean to overreact, I just love you so much" he continued, "will you forgive me for being jealous?" he asked, I didn't say anything, I didn't know why I even answered my phone, Seungri was 15 a freshman at school. I figured that I'd have fun with him for the rest of my high school days, before graduating or dropping out, which ever came first. "I...I don't know Seungri, I'm not sure if I'm willing to get caught sleeping with a 15 year old. They'd kick me out of the school, the way you acted made it kind of obvious of what is going on between us." I said, I hated Seungri.
Not really sure why though, I hated the way he acted around me. But he let me fuck him all I wanted. I bit my lips, I needed a good fuck, there was a lot on my mind lately.
"Come over, we'll talk it out" I said, feeling like fucking him senseless. After all that was all he was good for. "Okay" he said softly, I closed my phone and stared up at my ceiling, What was I getting myself into? I started dating Seungri for a thrill, it was but after a while it got boring. No one really said anything, his mother was no good, his mother was an alcoholic, she didn't give a shit if some guy was fucking her youngest son till he couldn't walk anymore.
Seungri arrived not too long after that, fucked him hard enough to make him cry. I didn't stop though. The little shit deserved it. "I was bad" he cried. I didn't say anything to him. Why was I wasting my time on him? You may ask.
Because I needed to feel something inside, because lately all I've been thinking about was that little solution called suicide, the cowardly way out of this hell hole. The easy way out.
