𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

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"You didnt do it, right?" Jisung blatantly asked as minho and him lay in his bed that night.

The tension had been awkward. They lay not even touching each other as words were passed silently with those actions.

You always knew that the two were fighting when they weren't touching each other. Except this time they weren't even fighting, they'd sorted out their last bickering match in no time.

"Do what?" Minho asked as he lay on his side, facing the opposite way.

"Spread jeongins video,"

Those three words cut through the air so loudly as if they were screamed. Minho felt every ounce of faith he had in jisung with this situation drain into the mattress beneath him.

The older turned to look at his boyfriend, the disbelief on his face clear even in the moon lit room.

"You really think i would?"

"Of course not-"

"Then why would you even ask me that?" Minho asked, hurt that jisung would even think hed do something of the sort.

The younger looked at the others glittering eyes in the dark room. Even with out a brighter light, the hurt was evident just by the way they shined.

"Jeongin said that you were the only one with the video. How else would it have gotten spread?"

The older stayed quiet for a moment.

"I didnt do it.."

"How did everyone get it then?"

"I dont know," minho said softly, looking at the furrowed brow of his boyfriend.

His face held a look that just made everything seem worse. That just made everything feel as if it was turned against him in moments time and now nobody believed him.

"But you dont believe me." Minho whispered, almost getting choked up at the thought.

"...jeongins my best friend, im only trying to figure out what happened, hyung"

It hurt. Of course it did and he understood jisungs reasoning but for some reason his body had a different reaction as anger spread through his heart.

"Well i can see where your morals are at," he rolled his eyes sitting up.

"What the hell do you mean?" Jisung sat up as well, hurt.

"You obviously put jeongin before me so maybe its best that i just go"

"I put both of you before i even put myself!"

"Then why do you think i would spread that fucking video! I dont even care about it!"

It was all just yelling now, contrasting the faint whispers they were sharing before. It was the middle of the night, jisungs parents home early for the first time in almost a month.

"Because jeongin is my best friend," jisung stood when minho stood, walking after him even if he was only in his underwear and one of minhos shirts "im not blaming you but theres just no other explanation!"

"You are blaming me, though" minho knelt down, getting his shoes on as he thought of ways to say things without hurting jisung.

"Why are you trying to leave?" The younger came up beside him, putting his hand on his boyfriends bicep as tears collected in his eyes.

"Because were fighting again. Im not going to stay so we can fight some more about this video everyone thinks i spread"

Minho walked to the door and opened it, jisung following as he tried to grab his arm again as he walked down the hallway and towards the stairs.

"Minho please dont go," he all but begged "lets talk it out, please.."

"No," he turned, shrugging jisung off once again "you dont believe me so why the hell should i stay? You wanna blame me more for this or what?"

"I dont wanna be alone tonight.." Jisung begged again, trailing after him as he walked down the stairs.

"Youre not, your parents are home"

"Please, im sorry.. Im sorry i started a fight." He grabbed minhos arm, getting dragged on his socks along the hardwood.

"You know," minho turned, helping jisung stand up right so he could talk to him properly "our whole relationship has been about you"

Jisung looked up at his boyfriend, confused.

"Its always been about you. Your insecurities, your friends, your feelings." As he spoke, his words got louder, tears forming in his big brown eyes "Whens my turn? When do i get to be sad and hurt and all of that shit? Why when ever im feeling sad and hurt do you discredit it and make it about you?!

"Whens my turn to get consoled about my insecurities? I hug you and hold you but you never do the same for me! Im human too, jisung! When we stopped talking when you found out about the bet, you came back because you wanted to. Not because i begged you or because i apologized multitudes of times. Its bullshit and i need a break for the night,"

Jisung tried to talk but minho held his hand up, cutting him off. Tears formed in his eyes as well, feeling the shards of his heart stab him as they fell.

"Ill pick you up for school tomorrow. I just need some space." Minho leaned in, kissing the boys forehead and walking to the front door with a sniffle.

Jisung watched as the door closed behind him, breaking out into tears as he didnt know what to do.

His mind began tricking him into thinking that they broke up, that they werent together anymore. Even if he wanted to run out there it was too late since the headlights of minhos car shined into the foyer windows, casting shadows as they turned and drove down the road. Jisung watched as the break lights got smaller and smaller, willing them to come back.

They never did and he regretted everything.