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7. Committing Suicide
Alex and Jay hadn’t been friends all that long. Six months at max and yet the man would not deny that he valued the other’s friendship greatly — and he gave wonderful advice whenever he’d show Jay some of his skateboard designs.
That’s why when he goes to visit the male, laptop in his bag, to ask his opinion on a few designs, he doesn’t really think to knock. He knows where the other’s spare key is and had been told he could whenever he needed. Of course, Alex never abused this and had only done so without informing the other maybe three times, not counting that day.
He knows the other is home, because he can see his shoes in the doorway. Shutting the door behind him with a soft click, he slips his shoes off and quietly wanders in. Alex assumes the other is sleeping; it’s only noon and he’s seen the model up at ungodly hours in the morning after work. He’s just going to peek in the other’s bedroom to check, but the sight that meets him makes his heart stop.
"Jay Park, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!" He doesn’t bother waiting for an answer, immediately bursting in and bolting at the other. He manages to snap the gun from the tattooed man’s hand, yanking it away from his head and immediately flicking the safety on.
He feels ill, utterly and completely sick to his stomach. Jay had always seemed happy and content with his life — what on earth had brought this on?
