#theqvin

bastien had realize that he had messed up with quin not long after he had kevin had parted ways. in truth he had known it far before that but it had really sunk in then. he had to rethink his entire logic regarding dating men after finding out kevin was gay. bastien couldn’t live by his rules and preach to kevin that everything would be okay. he was even ready to come out the family ahead of kevin (if there was going to be a harsh rejection he’d rather it be him first). 

before all that he needed to talk to quin. bastien wasn’t expecting much (to assume that quin returned his feelings simply because quin was gay was both conceited and rude). he at least wanted to give the other an explanation. he was prepared to tell the full story (even confess his feelings) if quin allowed him too. that and of course apologize. so he had messaged quin (in french) asking him to meet him in the ace building to talk. he had thought the ace building was a good idea - it was common ground but also allowed them the privacy they needed for this conversation. 

the streak of bad days that bastien was having was beginning to pile up. it had been more than a month now of bad days even though recently it was starting to get much worse. kevin still hated him and now quin probably hated him too. bastien would have that in common with them for he was struggling to find good things about himself.

he quickly found it was a lot easier to slip back into a depression than it was to pull yourself out of one. it felt wrong to call his current state with such a strong title. maybe he was overreacting. maybe all the time he’d been feeling happy had been a fluke and he’d never gotten over loosing hockey. maybe losing kevin and then forcing quin out was all he needed to see that. 

bastien wasn’t sure how he was doing. especially after matthieu had called him and he had had the same worried tone he used to always carry when bastien had lived with him.

“you made quin hyung cry.” the words had shocked bastien out of his thoughts. at first he wasn’t sure if he’d heard them right. it took him a moment to process the situation. he looked over the short boy for a moment - no name came to mind.

“excuse me?” bastien questioned hoping that he’d heard him wrong. last time he had spoken to quin he’d left abruptly (with good reason) and bastien still wasn’t sure if he had been crying at the time of his departure. he was hoping that that wasn’t the case. it was enough that he kept replaying the interacting over and over in his head. he regretted everything he said the moment the words left his lips but there wasn’t anything he could do about it now.

“you made him cry.” oh. so he had heard him correctly. that didn’t help the situation. the sick feeling in bastien’s stomach grew into a tighter knot. “quin of all people? i really- i really don’t understand - but i don’t need to.” maybe he’d understand if he’d let bastien explain. he didn’t say those things to quin because he wanted to. he did it because he needed to. he couldn’t be around quin when he had such strong feelings for him. “you’re not a good person.” 

you’re not a good person. bastien repeated in his mind a few times letting the words sink in. did quin share that view? he’d understand if he did because bastien was starting to think he might agree. he didn’t ever do anyone any good. first his little brother started hating him and then he befriended someone only to start liking him. and then harshly cutting off ties with him. that didn’t classify as a good person. bastien couldn’t do anything right. 

“who are you?” he finally asked him. bastien knew he recognized him but he couldn’t place from where - maybe he’d just seem him around the house. it was obvious that he knew quin too and was probably close to him if quin gone had in fact gone to him about this. what else did he say about bastien? had he said anything about bastien before he’d gone and purposefully ruined everything?

 “i’m quin’s best friend.” if bastien thought about it he could picture it - this small boy clinging to quin’s side. he thought he might have seen him around yura too. “i don’t think he wants to be in the same house as you- so you should leave.”  bastien had been doing his best to avoid quin. even if he did move out he and quin both worked under the same company. it was inevitable they’d run into each other eventually (bastien didn’t want to think about what would happen when they did). maybe he should leave - after all quin had moved into the house first and it had been bastien who decided to end their relationship, or rather friendship.

“really?” he barely registered the other’s nod of confirmation.  did quin actually want him to leave? bastien wouldn’t be surprised - in fact he’d be surprised if quin wanted him to stay. it was selfish of him to think otherwise. he was too busy in his own thoughts. a new layer of guilt began to creep in when he realized that he’d been wishing that quin still wanted bastien around. he knew it didn’t make sense after he had been the one who told quin that he didn’t want anything to do with him.

“you really hurt him. that should- that- i hope that bothers you.” it did bother him. it bothered bastien more than he could even described to himself. he hated the idea of it - quin being in any kind of pain and yet here he was the one who had caused it. “you don’t deserve quin hyung anyways.” despite coming more as a confirmation than a shock, the words hurt. bastien didn’t deserve quin - not even as a friend. not when he’d sad awful things to him without giving him any kind of explanation. 

as the other walked away, bastien sat back down on the couch he had been on. what happened had happened and bastien had to live with it. he had made his choice - he chose kevin. he still hadn’t figured out how to talk to his little brother - or what he would even say to him when he did. that wasn’t the point, the point was he had chosen to push quin aside along with his feelings (and his sexuality). 

when cullen offered to fight the jerk for quin he had been serious - even though cullen knew next to nothing about fighting in both the physical and verbal sense. he was wiling to try. quin being sad was very upsetting for cullen. he could (barely) handle himself being sad but he didn’t know the first thing to do when someone he cared about was in such a state. 

he himself wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind - after hearing about joon’s enlistment (and then joon breaking up with him which was something he still hadn’t fully processed) cullen had entered a state of moping. even still, when he saw the jerk in the house he knew he had to do something. maybe he would say something to the taller man that would hurt - maybe if he was lucky he could make him cry. 

cullen rarely did anything with malice but he knew how to hold a grudge. especially when it involved hurting someone he loved. 

“you made quin hyung cry.” that hadn’t been what cullen had been planning to say but it was the first thing that he could manage out. maybe he should’ve rethought this - he didn’t know how the jerk was going to react to this confrontation and cullen wasn’t very good at defending himself. he just knew he had to try and do something.

“excuse me?” he looked at cullen as if he was just noticing his presence. cullen let out a huff and narrowed his eyes at him. he knew that the couldn’t look that intimidating to, well, anyone, but for this case in particular he was quite a bit shorter than the jerk. 

“you made him cry.” cullen repeated his voice not as strong as before now that he actually was in this situation, but cullen was mad and he was going to do his best. when there wasn’t any response he averted his eyes. “quin of all people? i really- i really don’t understand - but i don’t need to.” he didn’t need to know the things that the jerk had said to quin, cullen knew enough. he knew that quin had been hurt and cullen wasn’t okay with that. “you’re not a good person.”

cullen stared up at him as he waited for a reply. he bit his lower lip only partially wishing he could take back the words. “who are you?” he wasn’t expecting that question - it was a fair question. even if they had met before cullen knew he wasn’t exactly a memorable person.

he tried to stand up a bit straighter as he held tightly onto the ends of his sleeves. “i’m quin’s best friend.” cullen hoped that that had to have some weight - that him being quin’s best friend would make his words mean more to the jerk. “i don’t think he wants to be in the same house as you-” he paused, not sure if that was true or not. he just knew that he hadn’t seen much of quin in the house lately and if he was in quin’s position he wouldn’t want it. “-so you should leave.”

cullen narrowed his eyes at him but quickly looked down at the ground when all the jerk did was stare at him. cullen hadn’t expecting him to be so silent. he had expected some kind of retaliation but maybe it was better this way. “really?” cullen nodded - he didn’t know what he was being asked. was he really quin’s best friend? should he really leave? whatever it was the answer to the questions was still the same. 

after taking in a deep breath cullen looked back up at the other for a moment. “you really hurt him. that should- that-” he took in another breath cutting himself off. “i hope that bothers you.” cullen knew he was cut out of this sort of confrontation but he needed to get that out. he hoped that it hurt the jerk to know that he’d made quin cry. he wanted him to be upset and sad and realize how much of an asshole he was. even if it was wrong of cullen to be so hateful, he wanted the jerk to hurt. “you don’t deserve quin hyung anyways.” he added finally before narrowing his eyes at him once more.