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"I'm s-sorry.." jisung stuttered as he gave the older an apologetic look. His eyes big and a small unintentional pout formed on his velvet tinted lips. Tears pooling at his bottom lashes, glossing over his honey brown eyes.
Jisung was of course an emotional person. If he knew he may have harmed someone it would immediately get to him in a negative sense, even if it wasn't that bad. The dreadful feeling would linger and weigh on his heart till he either did something about it or cried because of it. Even if he considered himself to have just met Minho, he didn't wanna hurt them whatsoever. Or more likely the younger didn't want to be the one to twist others emotions like he did himself.
He let a lonely tear slip from his eye, looking down after laying his own eyes upon the elders wide and partially concerned ones. Jisung was quite embarrassed, he was breaking down in front of someone he barely knew for a reason so small.
"Oh my God I'm such a crybaby.. Please forgive me..." Jisung scolded himself in a frustrated whisper as he used his hoodie sleeve to wipe the remaining tears in his eyes. Minho stopped him, bringing their hand up to the others chin between their thumb and index finger.
"Don't wipe them, they're beautiful." Minho stated with a satisfied smile as they saw the amount of tears still running races down the youngers wet cheeks. They liked the tears, even if it was cruel it only meant Jisung genuinely felt bad which they found enjoyment in.
Jisung was baffled and looked at them with pure confusion written all over his face, to his messy dark blue hair to his wet tear stained chin. Tears? Beautiful..? Jisung could only question Minho’s peculiar behavior and words to himself as he brought his own small hand to Minho’s wrist. He attempted to pull their hand down but minho insisted to keep it there as they pinched the youngers chin making him wince.
"Only I'm aloud to make you cry hm? it's all mine." Minho let out a chuckle. Jisung was bewildered by this. He furrowed his eybrows in displeasure, feeling the urge to slap the others hand away and tell them to keep their hands to themself but for some odd and unknown reason, he couldn't. It's like he lost the ability to think rationally in that moment and let it all happen. But minho soon realized the uncomfortable and uneasy look on his face and halted their actions, letting their hand fall beside their body with a sigh.
"I was just kidding sungie, no need to take me so seriously." They faked a laugh and got up as jisungs doe eyes watched the older in curiosity. "How about I make you some food and then you head to bed?" Minho said with a lovely look in his eye, admiring jisung for a split second as they earned a quiet nod from him.
Minho ruffled his hair and made their way into the tiny kitchen in their shared room.
Jisung just sat there in the same position and spot with questions plastering his thoughts. He pondering for a while to think of any reason as to why this Minho person treated him like they've known eachother for years. He watched minho intently, his brain becoming addled as soon as the older made eye contact with him. Jisung felt a ping in his heart sound clearly through his already light vermillion ears as their eyes never departed from eachother. his calmed heartbeat sped up rapidly, blood rushing to his cheeks and without much protest he let out a soft sigh. Why did he feel this way? Why was he so intrigued by Minho? Besides..They only just met.
