𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝| 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

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Jisung walked out of jeongins house after he'd made sure to lock the door behind him.

He smiled while walking down the street and toward his house thinking about jeongin on his first date. It made him happy thinking that this was jeongins first time on a date and that it was with Chan.

Some how he couldn't help but think of Minho.

He couldn't help but think about how much everything fucking hurt without him.

Jisung was sad without him everyday but he couldn't just run back and let him think it was okay again.

Minho hadn't ever stopped texting him, just sending his name over and over again in hopes that jisung would answer at any moment.

On his walk home, that was all he thought about was Minho.

He could just go over there and tell him he wanted him back but was it really just that simple? Was it really that easy? Just a few words and they'd be back to normal?

He walked into his house, the walk having gone by in a flash since he was so deep in thought.

He opened the door and went immediately to the fridge to eat something. That's how he coped with everything, was food. Maybe that's why his cheeks were a little chubbier than other people's and why his stomach wasn't defined. Instead being a little tiny pooch.

(A/N: Okay, jisung with a little tummy pooch? I'm soft 🥺)

Jisung grabbed a bag of chips and some brownies from his cupboard and sat at the bar stuffing his face.

It wasn't long until he began to cry while he ate. He took his phone out of his pocket and began looking at all the messages Minho had sent him after he'd left.

Some were telling him that he really wasn't just a bet and that he really liked jisung. Others were explaining everything and how actually sorry he was for hurting him.

Jisung was a wreck as he dropped his phone on the counter and covered his face. He began crying like a little kid who just got told he couldn't go to the park.

He was fucking heartbroken and that's all he could do was cry.

All his built up emotions poured out of him in fat tears.

He felt disgusting. He felt fat. He felt used. But most of all he really just missed Minho.

Before he knew it, he was out the door and running in a direction he didn't really know since his eyes were so blurry.

Seungmin trudged down the stairs only seconds later to see jisungs phone left on the counter and jisung nowhere to be seen.

"This will be easier than I thought... "

Love makes you do crazy things.

Jisung being living proof of that since he ran through traffic without even looking, coming close to being hit multiple times.

All he wanted was Minho.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, jisung was knocking on a familiar door, still bawling his eyes out.

"Minho? Please open the door!" He called out

His hand fell back to his side after knocking about twenty times. He waited for a few seconds willing the door to open and Minho be standing there.

But it never happened. He closed his eyes and tried to stop his tears from coming.

He opened his eyes and went to knock on the door again but stopped himself from doing so.

Minho probably wasn't even home...

He turned to walk off the porch feeling his heart fall to his stomach.

"Jisung?" The door opened behind him and he froze in his tracks.

He turned to see Minho standing in his door way with his hair all disheveled, his pajamas messy and looking like he hadn't changed them for days.

"I'm sorry, Minho. I-i shouldn't have come. I just missed you so much and-"

Minho didn't even let him finish before he pulled him into a tight hug almost crushing the poor boy.

It was safe to say that they both cried that day.

"Do you wanna come inside?" Minho asked softly while still holding the boy in the bone crushing hug.

Jisung nodded against his chest  and they pulled away from the hug.

Upon walking inside, minhos house was trashed. There was old food everywhere and dirty dishes littering the counters.

Minho came up beside him and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. After they both sat down, jisung looked over at Minho and teared up again but held back the tears.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a wobbly voice.

"I should be asking you the same," Minho sniffled and wiped away a tear that fell from his eye "I messed up, not you"

"I know," Jisung said softly "I missed you though.. "

"I missed you too.. "

"But I wanna know something." His voice sounded so small in the room.

"Yeah..?"

"Was it all just a bet? As in there were no feelings involved?"

Minho bit his lip and sniffled.

"That's what I thought at first... But when we started sleeping together all of that changed." He paused taking a deep breath "Chan asked me several times to stop then bet and I said no because I was scared of my feelings for you"

Jisung grumbled as he wiped away the tears that wouldn't stop. He hated crying.

"So what does this mean?"

Minho looked over at jisung and sniffled with a small smile. Slowly, he scooted over and grabbed jisungs hand.

"Well...we don't have to rush anything if you don't want to, we can take it slow-"

Jisung turned and jumped on top of Minho, tackling him in the tightest hug ever.

"Just shut up and be my boyfriend" He giggled out and cling to Minho like a koala.

"Boyfriend it is then" Minho started giggling as well.

That's how they lay for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. Every so often they shared innocent kisses and small giggles when they would look at each other.

They both ended up falling asleep and waking up hours later to order a late night pizza and watch a movie