QT: I Bent The Male Lead

"You lost."

Davy turned around to face the voice that spoke to him. He was not in the mood to hear anything that the man had to say. He needed to be alone. It was important for him to take some time to relax and get his mind in order.

"What are you going on about Zillon?" he asked entertaining the male.

The man walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He didn't want to be disturbed by Jason. What he wished to ask Davy was personal and only his ears should hear what the man had to say.

"You aren't the type to give in to people and yet with so little resistance you let Jason keep the painting. What is so different about him that makes you give in?" he asked.

Davy had not anticipated the man to ask him that. Of all the things that he could ever talk about, that was a subject that he never wished to touch. He could not even bring himself to think of how to start answering that question.

"It has been bothering me for a while, the mysterious author who doesn't even check his account to see who follows his book and who doesn't. had time to find out the name of his third top fan," Zillion said inching closer to Davy.

Davy looked everywhere in the room but at him. He just couldn't face those questions. Zillion was touching on a sensitive subject that he had buried deep inside his heart and has long tried to forget like it was just a bad dream.

"I have asked you for a very long time to let me enter the novel world but you always refuse. Yet when it came to Jason, you didn't mind trying out a new genre you've never written before," Zillion said getting warmer and warmer to the secret that Davy kept.

Davy turned and faced the opposite direction. He should have known that a day like this would come. Where he would be forced to talk about his secret. He just didn't expect the man to catch on so fast.

"Jason left the novel to find the author of the book. Is it just a coincidence that he found you with such ease?" Zillion went on to ask.

Now that he thought about it, a lot of things didn't make sense at all. The male before him has always hated sharing things and that was why he lived next door. And yet when Jason arrived the doors to the house were opened for him without any effort on the man's part.

Jason discovered Davy's writing room and even touched his pen and dared to write in his novel and yet the man was not thrown out of the house. The first time that he had accidentally stumbled into the room, Davy ended their friendship and didn't talk to him for four months. 

He was curious as why the man downstairs got such special treatment when he and Davy were strangers. 'If you don't give me an answer then I will ask Jason?"

"NO!" Davy screamed out.

Zillon raised his eyebrow. That was the first time that he had seen a panicked look on Davy's face. He looked more than panicked like he was scared. 

"Then tell me what is going on. What is it about Jason that makes him so special?" Zillon asked taking a seat down on the seat by the mini-fridge. Davy sighed. He strolled over to his closet. He walked inside, he moved the clothes aside to reveal a safe behind them. He put in the password and opened it.

He took out the box inside and returned to the room. He took a sit next to Zillion and handed him the box. He hadn't opened the box in four years and hoped never to do so in his life but the situation called for it.

"What is this?" Zillon asked opening thee box. There was an album and many more items inside the box. He remembered the album. He had seen Davy with it plenty of times when they were in high school. It was before Davy parents sent him abroad to finish his studies there.

"You have this in school," he let out. The secretive boy never let him what was inside the album no matter how many times he had asked. he picked up the album and opened it. the first picture he saw was of Davy on their first day of school. "Cute," he uttered.

Davy looked at the picture, he had long hair even back then. He never liked to cut his hair and always preferred it to be long. That is why most people always confused him for a girl. He never got bullied for it either since he came from a rich family and his father adored him to the moon and back.

As such anyone who made fun of him always found themselves in trouble. He would either never see them again or see them suffering. He didn't care though as long as they left him alone. Being the heir to his father's company gave the assurance that he could be himself without worry.

Zillon flipped the photo to move to the next one, his eyes widen with shock at the next photo. Seeing his reaction, Davy looked down to see what he saw. His heart shattered to pieces at the photo that he saw. It felt like someone was tearing his insides out very hard.

It was a photo that he took on his first date, he had the photo taken to always have something to remember that day. The day that he had his first kiss, back then. He used to look at the photo and smile but in that moment the memory was breaking him apart on the inside.

"Is that Jason?" Zillon inquired surprised. He had no idea that Jason went to the same high school as them. He was wearing the same uniform as Davy and the two of them looked so close.

"Yes, he was a senior back then. That is why you didn't know him," Davy uttered.

He looked up to the ceiling, his eyes tearing up at the recollection of that memory. The way the met was somehow magic and he thought that the magic would last forever but it was childish thinking. 

"What were the two of you?" Zillon asked hesitantly.

"Lovers…. or at least I thought so. To him it was just a game, which he played and won," Davy spoke out. 

He had given his all to the relationship. Only to walk down the streets alone with his heart broken into a million pieces. The man had not changed at all four years later. He claimed to love the crown prince but he was the one who hurt the prince the most.

His way of loving is still as painful as it was back then. Until that day, he was yet to know why the man used him the way that he did. He could never forget the last thing that Jason said to him before. It hurt him so much that he begged his father to take him out of the country.

He lived his life trying to bury his time with Jason so deep in his heart and mind to never think about him. Then he started writing to express the pain that he was feeling in his heart only to find Jason as his top fan. Always sending gifts and encouraging comments to keep writing.

The first time that Jason told him who he was, he felt like giving up his first novel. He was writing to pour out the tears that Jason had left him with and Jason reading the book and being of his healing outlet wasn't helping.

If only the man could see the tears he left him with, he would have had some shame of backing off. But he didn't have the heart to tell Jason who he was so he got used to it and moved on. But he was always curious if the man ever loved him.

Strangely enough Jason's favorite character was always the constant version of himself that he had placed in the book, it made him wonder if it was because the character was a version of himself, that Jason liked him.

And so he decided to write a bl just to check his theory. In the book, he gave Jason most of the power to steer the direction of the novel. For the most parts he just wrote what the man wanted. For a moment he thought the man had lied to him back then and that he loved him only to have Jason back away from the crown prince when things got difficult.

It was like being heartbroken again when he wasn't even dating the man. It proved the question he always had in his mind. 'Jason never loved him.'

"What happened?" Zillon asked him.

"He dated me for seven months, only to call me a faggot at the end of it and ask me to stay away from him," Davy replied.