𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢 | 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

.₊̣̇.ෆ˟̑*̑𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 *̑˟̑ෆ.₊̣̇.

jisung walked up the all too familiar steps of minhos apartment.

It was nerve racking. Not because he was nervous to see his boyfriend after the fight but because he was here to do something he needed to do for a long time.

His knuckles tapped the door in three short knocks.

Why was he so nervous? Was it because he was about to do something that could make minho hate him forever? Yes. Was it because the thing he had to do could make them never speak again? Also yes. He was fucking terrified but it had to be done nonetheless.

After a few moments, there was no answer. The thing that made it worse was that jisung knew that minho had probably seen him through the sheer curtains of his bedroom or living room.

Turning to move off the porch, jisung sighed in defeat.

"Jisung?" The door opened behind him to reveal a worried looking minho.

The younger of the two spun around, looking at his boyfriend who had on only a pair of grey sweat pants and a baggy white shirt. His hair was brushed and swept across his forehead.

"Can we talk?" He said after a moment of trying to find his voice.

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About ten minutes later, both boys were settled ontl the olders couch, atill separated a comfortable distance from one another.

It felt almost sad in a way to be so close again yet so far from each other. Minho sat forwards, elbows rested on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair.

The older of the couple had done a lot of thinking over the past twenty four hours that theyd been apart. Though only a short amount of time it felt like a lifetime to them both.

"Our relationship is- unstable, jisung" the older said, being the one to say the first words of the conversation while the other seemed to be contemplating his words.

"We're fighting a lot and i hate it-"

"Please stop talking.." Jisung said quietly, wiggling his legs nervously while they looked at his lap "youre making this so much harder than it has to be,"

Minho went quiet, listening to what his boyfriend had to say.

"I love you.. I do," he started "and i think youre a great boyfriend.. Im sorry im so high maintenance and that i require so much work and sacrafice to be with. Im the weak link in our relationship and i feel like its not going to work out with the way i am.."

"Youre not breaking up with me," minho stated, leaving no room for discussion.

"Please just listen so i can do this and leave.." Jisung said, beginning to tear up.

"Stop it," minho said, frustrated "youre not leaving me!"

Jisung stood, moving to stand in front of minho with quivering lips. Reaching down to the hem of his shirt, he pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor, ignoring the way he felt the need to cover himself.

"You said that our relationship was full of things that only i wanted, so here's something you wanted.."

With furrowed eyebrows, jisung looked around the room, tears slipping down his cheeks every now and then.

"Hurry and look because after this, im going back home because i know you hate it.."

Minho looked across the pretty face of the other, admiring the way that he still managed to look so pretty even while crying. Then he let his eyes travel down to the lightly tanned collar bones, then to the perky nipples upon his chest, then down to his stomach that had the tiniest amount of chunk but was still so perfect in every way. It did not change his views of his boyfriend in any way.

After a few moments, jisung bent down to pick his shirt up from the floor, slipping it back over his head with quivering lips.

"Thats it. Thats all you get to see. I dont want sex, i dont want compliments or criticism..."

He straightened his shirt, sniffling after and hastily wiping his cheeks free of the pesky tears.

"I have a driving test scheduled for saturday and- and im working on getting enough money to buy a car so you dont have to drive me everywhere,"

"Why are you doing all of this..?" Minho asked, standing up and stepping towards jisung.

"Im trying to be better for you.. Because i love you.."

The last three words came out as a whisper, on last tear slipping down his face. His throat was terribly choked up, the emotions flowing through him caught inside his neck.

"Please dont say anything.. I just wanted you to see that im trying. That im working on myself for you.."

Minho didnt say anything as asked, knowing that he had things to say as well.

"You can say what you have to say before i leave," jisung permitted, figuring that he wouldnt show he was being better if he stopped the other from speaking.

"...I still think youre beautiful,"

Was the first words to come out of his mouth.

"But.."

"But what," jisung promted after a few moments of silence "you think we should break up? You think we should stop talking? What?"

It was clear that he was getting worked up so minho stepped forwards and pulled him into his arms.

"Oh god, youre breaking up with me..." Jisung sobbed through the last word, his tears clouding his vision as he ugly cried while minho couldnt see it.

"But, " minho began again "... I dont understand why you hid it from me,"

Jisungs cries went virtually silent other than a few sniffles here and there.

"I-i was scared.." He said after a moment "insecure.. I dont know why.."

"I love you," minho said, leaning down to place soft kisses over his neck. "So fucking much, i could never break up with you"

Jisung didnt say a word, just cried in relief that he didnt have to worry anymore, that they were okay and would be for a while. It didnt matter that they had fought.

Love always brought people who were meant to be back together.

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Hey so im not dead :)

Also, foreshadowing~~ 👀