Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

Let me be your 'leccy meter

After two years Jisung had basically forgotten all about him, moving on with his life and not exactly missing the stress the other put upon him.

He was in college now, along with three of the others that were in the friendship group, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin.

The first two weeks after discovering the elder would be leaving was a whole other story. Jeongin wished he could stop Jisung's pain for the first, but got almost completely tired of him after the second. Tissues upon tissues were tossed around, littering nearly every square inch of the dorm.

After two weeks though, it was like something in Jisung switched. At first it seemed like he was just numb to the sadness or trying to block it out, and even if he was it must've worked as he seemed completely fine two years on.

Minho was back in the country, having left Italy over a year ago as he begged to come back at least a little earlier.

He never fully got over the way he cried over Jisung, the first time he had cried in many years. It lead to a realisation that maybe Jisung was more to him than he thought, considering the boy forced out an emotion he didn't even know he still had.

He had spent this time building back up his walls, but would often find himself crying into his pillow remembering the younger.

His depressive states made him imagine every centimetre of Jisung's features, his doe eyes, pouty lips, perfectly parted hair and squirrel-like chubby cheeks that he just couldn't get enough of. To the way his hips curved more than you would think, his small waist between Minhos big hands and the way his face looked when he came, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted open.

Minho hated himself for thinking about Jisung like this after he had messed everything up and hurt the boy, but it was as if his mind had full control and was unable to stop it.

He still had his old house, and couldn't help but see Jisung everywhere he went in it.
He would look at the couch and reminisce about their time spent together on it watching movies and cuddling. Walking in the kitchen he would remember the evening they danced together for hours on end until they were sweaty and fully exhausted.

He felt trapped in his own house, like he couldnt breathe with the lack of the younger being there even if he had only been there once.

His mother had sorted out a college for him to go to so he didn't have to worry, yet he just didn't want to go if Jisung wouldn't be there, it would never feel the same.

He beat himself up over him most nights now with the past memories of him constantly in his face.

He regretted everything he did wrong to the boy, wishing that he could wake up in an alternate universe where this never happened and they ended up staying together.

He regretted his hormones taking over and only using Jisung for what his body desired instead of actually taking the time to care for and grow fonder of him.

He was too blind to see how he really felt of him, too arrogant to let down his guard and far too ignorant to care.

He assumed Jisung had moved along now, found himself a boy that didn't treat him like a bag of shit and treated him so so well, so much better than Minho ever could.

Just the thought of the younger being happy with someone else tore Minho to shreds, making him grip his hair and tug at it as he let broken sobs escape his lips.

He was past caring about how weak it felt for him to cry, as everyone saw him as this stone cold man that didn't care about anything whatsoever.

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Jisung strolled with Felix across the college corridors, people slowly disbursing to go to their lectures so they wouldn't show up late.

"I think that Hyunjin said he would g- Felix? are you even listening to me?" Jisung stopped in his path abruptly, coursing the younger-by-one-day to bump into his back and drop a book on the floor.

"Christ Jisung, can you at least warn me next time you stop in the middle of the- holy shit that's Minho" Felix exclaimed way too loud for Jisung's liking.

"shut the fuck up, oh my god you're lying" Jisung panicked, aggresively rubbing at his eyes to see if it was just a look alike.

"you're being so dramatic- he sees us" Felix stood wide-eyed in the middle of the corridor.

Jisung froze, turning his head just enough to meet the older's gaze.

"holy shit.." Felix whispered from the side, not exactly sure what was gonna go down.
He looked over to see Jisung's eyes well up with tears, desperately trying to blink them away to not seem weak.

Neither of them should've been so stunned to see Minho break the gaze and turn away, beginning to walk to a different corridor without a word to them.

Felix took initiative and ran after the older, grabbing him by the back of his shirt forcing him to pay attention to the blonde.

"Felix? what do you want?" The older asked, accidently sounding too shocked than he anticipated.

"not a fucking chance you ran off to Italy for ages just as an attempt to escape the problems you created. You're fucking pathetic Minho and I hope to God you know it." Felix jabbed at him, the angriest the brunette had ever seen him.

There was a new venom dripping off his tounge with every word, and all of them were meant on Jisung's behalf as he knew how upset the younger was over his dissapearance, Jeongin wouldn't fail to remind them.

Jisung, who decided to take a calmer route, had only just reached the two, standing at a safe distance half because he was nervous half because he was somewhat fearful of Minho, seeing the angry look gracing his features that wasn't there before Felix showed up.

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A/n: yeah I'm back or whatever 😍