i'm not the only one - new ver

chapter six

third person's pov

he just wanted to do it for yin. after he finished, he went upstairs to wake up yin.

"love, love," war said while tapping yin's face.

"give me 5 minutes," yin mumbled.

"bu..." war was about to speak when yin suddenly realized something. he opened his eyes and got up quickly.

"what time is it?"

"almost 9," war answered.

"why didn't you wake me up?"

"because you slept well, so i didn't wake you up, and besides—"

war was surprised when yin suddenly pulled him and gripped his arm tightly.

"are you stupid? do you know how important that meeting was?" yin said, irritated.

"ouch, it hurts," war whimpered, his eyes welling up.

"stupid!" yin shouted before letting go of war's arm and heading straight to the bathroom.

war tried not to cry. maybe it was his fault. he glanced at his arm—it was bruised from yin's grip, but he ignored it. instead, he went downstairs and packed some cookies for yin. he knew yin probably wouldn't eat anything after showering.

war carefully placed the cookies into small paper bags, along with a tumbler of iced coffee, just the way yin liked it. as yin came downstairs, ready to leave in a hurry, war approached him.

"here, love. i made you some breakfast—you can eat on the way," war said, forcing a smile as he held out the small bags.

"no need, i'll just get something on the way," yin replied coldly.

"please, i made this for you," war pleaded.

yin took the bag and coffee but let them go, letting them fall to the floor. the coffee spilled onto the carpet by the front door, splashing onto his feet.

"look at what you did. i almost got wet. you're so stupid! i said i don't want it," yin groaned.

"i have to go," he added, giving war a soft peck on the lips before leaving.

war stood there, processing what had just happened. another sad morning.

as he heard the door shut and the car engine start, his tears fell. he looked down at the food he had prepared, now ruined on the floor.

meanwhile, force was jogging back to his house when he noticed a car pulling out of a nearby driveway. across the street, he saw a man crying at the front door.

force quickly realized it was war. seeing the open gate, he rushed over.

"hey, war, look at me," force said gently.

war looked up, tears still falling from his eyes. without thinking, he hugged force and cried like a child.

"i baked for him, but he threw it away... he doesn't like my baking," war sobbed.

"shhh... don't cry na. if he doesn't want your baking, i do," force said, comforting him.

war pulled away, surprised.

"you... want to taste my baking?" he asked, still sniffling.

"yeah. oi, if war baked something, how could i refuse?" force grinned.

he wiped the tears from war's eyes with his thumbs.

"don't cry. you're about to see the kids at the orphanage, and they don't want to see you sad," force reminded him.