one shots are confusing

Mashikyu

Mashiho was checking Twitter, nothing in particular, just scrolling down and down. He was sitting on the floor of the elevator, which had stopped half an hour ago. The situation wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't been trapped alone. In front of him was Junkyu, also sitting on the floor and completely engrossed in his phone. The YG elevator had malfunctioned and left them both stuck between floors. They'd been told they'd be rescued in a few minutes; hearing that, they thought ten or twenty, not more than forty. Although they'd been close on Treasure Box, the situation was different now. The truth was, the relationship that had developed between them during the show hadn't been as far from what their fans had imagined. They had both started a relationship, connected quickly, and the attraction was there. Although the possibility of not both making Treasure had scared them, especially Mashiho, Junkyu's insistence that everything would be alright convinced him. They both made it to Treasure 7, then to Treasure 6, and although they didn't make Treasure 5, which made Mashiho feel terrible and he kept blaming himself, they ended up together again. It seemed that fate was keeping them on the same team, and that calmed them down a little. Junkyu had his hopes high; he needed to be with Mashiho. But then they were scared when Mashiho scored the lowest out of the 11 trainees and Junkyu came in first. That created a rift for the younger one. He started to distance himself from Junkyu, and Junkyu understood. He gave him space, and they both focused on practicing. They saw each other little, so it wasn't too difficult for Mashiho to maintain his distance from the older one. But in the end, even after all his effort, he didn't make the debut group. He congratulated... Junkyu and the others, and when Junkyu's joy and excitement at having made it faded a little, he realized that Mashiho would be returning to Japan. Could they still be together? Being busy with being a rookie and with Mashiho in another country, he wanted the answer to be yes, but sadly it wasn't. Mashiho wasn't ready to have that kind of conversation, so he just took the flight with the rest of the Japanese trainees and wrote a long text message apologizing to Junkyu for not being able to talk in person. This broke Junkyu's heart. On one hand, he was overjoyed to finally be able to debut, but on the other, he was devastated. He couldn't even give her one last hug or one last kiss. What was seen on camera were the last moments they had together. Mashiho hugged him to congratulate him and wished him the best of luck, but he didn't think that would be the last. As the 28 trainees began hugging and congratulating the remaining members, he spent that time with the Treasure A and C members, and when he wanted to go find Mashiho, Haruto informed him that the Japanese trainees had recently left. Mashiho didn't say goodbye, nor had she even mentioned that she was leaving so soon.
Days later, a message arrived. He was thrilled, as Mashiho had been ignoring all his texts and calls, but when he opened it, his eyes welled up with tears. It was a long message in which Mashiho apologized for everything that had happened, for leaving without warning, and for not being able to finish things properly. "Finished" was the word Junkyu reread over and over, hoping he'd made a mistake. Then Mashiho went back to ignoring his messages and calls. When Junkyu had finally gotten over what had happened and his smiles were genuine again, the CEO informed them of the new lineup. Upon hearing Mashiho's name, he froze. He was excited but also nervous; they hadn't spoken in all that time, and their breakup had been anything but pleasant. As he suspected, when they met again things were awkward; they could no longer hold each other's gaze for more than 2 seconds and didn't know what to say to each other. Fortunately, they hadn't been alone at any time, of course, not until now, when by the grace of fate they found themselves trapped in a not-so-big elevator.

"Do you have headphones?" Mashiho asked.
"What?" Junkyu reacted, confused.
"I forgot mine," Mashiho said. "Headphones, do you have any?"
-Let me check.

Junkyu searched, finding it a little difficult because lately his bag was a mess and also at that moment his hands were trembling like crazy.

"Your pocket," Mashiho commented, and Junkyu looked at him. "I don't know if you still do, but you always left your headphones in your jacket pockets," he said, nodding towards his pockets.
-That's right- Junkyu laughed and took headphones out of his right pocket.
"Thank you," Mashiho said, welcoming them. "We've been in here for an hour now," she sighed.
-It's starting to get suffocating.
-After this I'll be using the stairs for a while.
"Mashiho..." Junkyu hadn't said that name out loud in quite some time. "We..."
"They're probably going to let us out now," Mashiho interrupted. "We've been here for over an hour. How much longer can it take?"

Junkyu nodded, and Mashiho put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and tried not to think about his current situation. He was truly ashamed; he had been very cruel to Junkyu. He loved him very much, but his actions hadn't shown it. He had told himself that he did it that way so as not to ruin Junkyu's happiness about his debut, but then he wasn't so sure and thought that he had only done it out of cowardice and that it was probably worse for Junkyu to have ended things via text than in person.
When they called to tell him he'd also be debuting, the first thing he thought of was Junkyu. He forced himself to smile because he was with his friends, and they were congratulating and hugging him, shouting at the top of their lungs that their friend would be a star. He wanted to share that moment with them, but he could only think of Junkyu. He looked at the older boy and could see he was sad. It hurt to know it was because of him. He thought it was time to stop being a coward. He knew he couldn't run away from them his whole life; he had to face the situation, and that's what he would do.

"I'm sorry," she said without looking at him, though she wanted to but couldn't, so she stared at the ceiling for a while, holding the headphones in her hands. "You deserve an apology, sorry for taking so long."
"How do you feel?" Junkyu didn't want to be cruel, but his heart had been broken and he thought she at least deserved a proper apology. "How exactly does Mashiho feel?" he said, sounding colder than he intended.
"Everything, the distance we've been having lately, me leaving without saying anything"—Mashiho's voice trembled, and Junkyu didn't like that; it made him feel bad to hear the younger boy like that—"breaking up with you over text, I know I messed up, we should have broken up in person and..."

Junkyu stopped listening, again that word "finished", he didn't like it, he didn't want it in a sentence that explained his relationship with Mashiho.

"Didn't you even consider it an option?" he said, hurt, interrupting him, which confused Mashiho. "You only thought about ending it. Didn't you even consider that we could have stayed together?"
"I..." he didn't know what to say, it took him by surprise.
"Did our relationship mean so little to you? You only thought about ending it, as if that were the only way out, you didn't even want to try"—he sounded annoyed, and he was.

He didn't want to be mean or make him feel bad, but he couldn't help it; he loved Mashiho, but the younger boy didn't even want to try to maintain their relationship, and that hurt him.

"It would have been a distraction, you know that. I knew you were going to debut and I told you so. If I have to go back to Japan, what would happen? A relationship is already a distraction, but a long-distance one would be worse, especially during your rookie years. I didn't want to subject you to that." She still wouldn't look at him.
"Don't you think I should decide that? I told you when we first started dating"—Mashiho lowered her head further—"I told you I would do anything to make things work between us, no matter what, I would do my best for us, even if one of us stayed and the other didn't."
"I'm sorry," Mashiho's voice broke, tears began to fall, she felt awful, "forgive me..."

Junkyu's chest tightened. He'd said too much. He hadn't wanted to see Mashiho like this, but once he started, he couldn't stop. Now he felt guilty and sad to see the younger boy in this state. He was still angry, but now it was with himself for making him cry. He went over and hugged him. Mashiho tensed up, but then relaxed again. He let Junkyu wipe away his tears, and finally, they looked at each other.

"Don't cry, please don't cry," Junkyu pleaded. "I don't want to see you like this, especially not because of me..."
"I'm really sorry," Mashiho said, and Junkyu hugged him again. "I didn't mean to hurt you, but I was scared and I just acted impulsively. I'm sorry, I know I did wrong." Mashiho cried against his chest.
"It's okay, Mashi, it's alright, it's okay now, okay?" Junkyu patted her. "It's over now, don't cry, I forgive you. How could I be angry with you?"

But he had done it. He couldn't hate him, but he wanted to. He got so angry with Mashiho. Every time he sent him to voicemail or ignored his texts, he felt annoyed. He wanted to hate him so his leaving wouldn't hurt so much, but he couldn't. He remembered all their moments together, and he couldn't hate him. He watched "Treasure Box" again, Mashiho's diary cam over and over. He had videos of him hugging the Japanese boy, and watching them and remembering how they felt made him miss him even more. He couldn't bring himself to hate him; he just loved him more and more. He felt like an idiot, but the more he watched of the younger boy, the more he loved him. He watched all his performances, probably more times than he watched Mashiho's.

"You hate me, don't you? I understand, I do too. I hate myself for making you suffer. I don't deserve your forgiveness, I know, but it's still what I want most," Mashiho said between sobs. She had stopped crying but couldn't calm down.
"I don't hate you, I never could. I was upset, but it's over now." Junkyu stroked his head. "I forgive you, I mean it. Yes, you were wrong, but that's in the past, I don't care anymore."
"Why? What I did was horrible," Mashiho questioned, finally looking him in the eyes.
"Because you're here now," he smiled at him, "it's the only thing that matters to me right now." He placed his hand on the younger boy's cheek. "You have no idea how happy I was to find out you were part of the new lineup. It was the best news in the world. I just kept thinking about finally seeing you again. I'd be in the front row watching you fulfill your dream, Mashiho." He began to move closer. "The only thing that matters to me is you." And he kissed him.

It was a long kiss; they had missed each other a lot. They only separated because of the lack of oxygen, but Junkyu didn't let go of Mashiho at any point, and he didn't plan to do it again.
After another twenty minutes, the elevator doors opened, and the first thing they saw was Junkyu and Mashiho, asleep and embraced. Together again, for fate had brought them together once more.