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The thought made him uncomfortable. A sharp pang of anxiety wearing a mask of irritation made itself at home in the pit of his stomach. He knew who it was speaking, and he knew they were right. They had fucked up once already. Yet with that in mind, he attempted to offer some words of encouragement anyway. “We won’t. Not if we work together on this.” The last thing anyone needed was a fucked up child of two fucked up parents.

It started off with them just smoking weed, then one thing led to another. Both were virgins prior and it’s not a memory he necessarily cherishes, but he doesn’t regret it either.

He doesn’t pay attention to celebrities enough to have developed a crush on any of them. That’s subject to change, though.

Not sure if this counts, but he was pretty heartbroken when his last girlfriend died.

He went silent for a moment, but continued on. “My mom.”

“I don’t think I would be able to forget what a person has done, good or bad. As for forgiving someone,” he paused, glancing up towards the ceiling in thought, “Forgiving might be easier for me to do. But just barely.”

“I had a great one with my dad, but he’s gone.” Jaewon sucked in his cheeks as he moved on to his relationship with his mother, who – to his knowledge – was still very much alive. “I don’t talk to my mom. Dunno where she is or how she’s doing.”

∯ - “I know you want to get close, and I’m sorry I don’t let you. Just be patient with me.”∯  - “You’ve reminded me that taking chances on people like you isn’t worth the time or effort.”∯  - “I think it’s funny how often she stalks you. It also makes me happy seeing you get annoyed by it, even if I do feel bad for you.”∯  - “I wish you were still here.”