Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

That you'll get cold without

"Chan I... I fucking hate myself" Minho crashed to his knees at Chan's doorstep, the older standing in the doorway in utter confusion.

The older's hair was slicked back messily, the rain having soaked it completely. Drops of water fell off the tips, making his already wet shirt even wetter.

Chan has never seen Minho in such a state despite being the one the younger would always go to when he was upset or angry.

"Minho... what happened?" Chan asked, crouching down and cupping his cheek.

The boy couldn't even look up at him, his head staying low as he broke out into fits of hysterical sobs and wails.

"let's get you inside..." Chan whispered, sighing and feeling his skin tingle with the cold from the outside.

His heart felt weak for the younger of the two, seeing anybody like this made Chan upset even if they did bad things.

Chan leaned down further, only just managing to pick the older up bridal-style. Carefully, he took him to the couch and laid him down, seeing the older look up at him with such broken eyes.

Chan shook his head and turned away, heading upstairs to get a towel and blanket for after he was dried off.

Hearing the younger cry harder as he dried him softly with the towel was so heart wrenching, he didn't even think Minho could get in a state like this because of who he was.

Minho felt like he didn't deserve the care Chan was giving him at all. Before he left for Italy they had an argument, Chan not happy with the fact he decided to leave without telling anyone but him.

He didn't feel like he deserved kindness at all as all he has done is wronged everyone he's ever cared about, especially kindness in this form.

He was never one to enjoy being in a close proximity of others or being touched, but right now he knew he must've been lying to himself.

He allowed his body to fall forward into Chan's as he continued to cry, the older still petting his hair with the towel as gently as before.

"I want you to tell me everything, Minho. You clearly can't keep things bottled up any more." Chan said firmly yet softly, not wanting the boy to get even more upset.

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"Hyunjin... I want you to take me" Jisung whined, trying to rub his hips against the long haired boy's and desperately trying to make out with him.

Hyunjin knew this was not right, something was not right. He stopped kissing back, and held back everything he could to stop himself from getting hard because he knew now was not the time.

"Jisung..."

"please" the younger cut him off, begging.

"no, Jisung." Hyunjin pushed him off carefully as sat up, not letting him crawl back on his lap.

"why? I thought you liked me" Jisung stated, even though the older had never told him that.

"Jisung... I know there's something wrong. Do you want to talk about it?" Hyunjin suggested, seeing the younger getting riled up.

"nothing's wrong, please fuck me" Jisung protested, attempting to turn Hyunjin on by palming at his own crotch.

Hyunjin looked away to the side, feeling very uncomfortable with how off Jisung was acting.

"I know you don't want that. Please, stop" Hyunjin didn't know how to convince him, and was starting to feel helpless as he heard Jisung fumble to take off his pants.

Hyunjin pushed himself forwards, pushing the younger back by his shoulders so he was now laying beneath him.

"stop. it." Hyunjin spoke stearnly, looking directly into Jisung's eyes as he did so. The younger tried to avoid eye contact, and instead of listening he bucked his hips up into Hyunjin's.

"you want me to fuck you instead? I ca-" Hyunjin cut him off by covering his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes to compose his thoughts.

He really wanted this, had always been dreaming about having sex with the boy he was oh so attracted to but never wanted it to be this way.

He could only assume it had something to do with Minho, and had to accept the fact that it would always be Minho and not him, no matter how much better he treated Jisung.

"what's wrong?" Hyunjin let his tensed shoulders drop, opening his eyes once again to see Jisung, tears streaming down his face.

He just stared up at him, trying to act like he was okay but failed miserably when they kept falling.

He let little sobs out, moving his hands to grip onto Hyunjin's arms like a life line.

Hyunjin stroked the hair on the side of Jisung's face, letting his own breathing calm so the younger boy's would follow suit.

"it's gonna be okay" the older soothed, sitting back into a position where Jisung now sat between his crossed legs, head burried in the centre of his chest.

Hyunjin stroked the back of his head as Jisung clung to his shoulders, gripping the material of his shirt. Using his free hand, Hyunjin wrapped his hand around one of the hands on his shoulder, almost sobbing himself as he felt just how small it was, clinging to his shoulder like a baby.

He let his chin fall on top of Jisung's head, sighing shakily as he let the first of his own tears fall.

All he wanted was to hold Jisung like this forever, minus the crying. He wanted to be able to call him his baby, stroke his hair, give him little kisses all over his face and protect him with his life, but he knew he couldn't.

He almost resented Minho for this, but he couldn't blame Jisung for falling in love as you can't help who you fall in love with. (a/n: I'm literally crying writing this, pathetic😀)

Hyunjin didn't know what else to do to calm Jisung down, so decided to sing the first song that came to his mind.

He tried to hide his voice cracks from the tears as he sang, attempting to sound as soothing as possible.

'take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can't help falling in love with you'

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A/N: oh my fucking god??? literally sobbing.
by the way the song Hyunjin sang was Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley 😭