better with you | minsung |

seventeen

CW

jisung was in the guest bedroom, his palms & forehead oozing sweat. he felt a bead of saltiness rush down the side of his neck. it tickled him, causing him to move his hand up to wipe the liquid away.

he took a deep inhale in, holding it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. his body shook as he thought about the words he had been practicing to himself for the past few days. words that were causing him to lose sleep, making him sick the following morning to the point where he couldn't even look at food.

the boy was beyond nervous, beyond terrified. this moment that he had prepared himself for was similar to a life or death situation. and as dramatic as that sounds, jisung kept envisioning his inevitable fate if his words didn't work—dead. whether his death be at the hands of seojun or jisung himself, it didn't matter, he knew he would end up dead if this relationship continued.

jisung put his ear up to the closed door in front of him. he couldn't hear anything other than the loud tv. jisung assumed that seojun was on the couch watching whatever it is that seojun watches.

as he remembered the words he practiced, a rush of nerves flooded over him. he took a few more moments to calm himself down. he had to do it now. it was quite literally now or never.

slowly, jisung's hand gripped the door knob. his heart pounding out of his chest, he twisted it, pulling it open as quietly as possible. he didn't want to bring attention to himself just yet.

he could see seojun sitting on the couch, his body relaxed into the material, the surface of it molding around him, making it clear he had been sitting there for quite a while. able to see over the olders body, jisung watched as he texted somebody mindlessly.

the younger took a few quiet steps towards the end of the couch. before he could come into seojun's view, he decided to start his rehearsed script.

"seojun-"

before jisung could even start what he wanted to say, he couldn't help but stop as he watched seojun jump out of his skin, almost dropping his phone. it danced in his hand as he did his best at keeping it from slipping through his hands & falling to the ground.

jisung did his best to hold back his laughter. he had to admit, the older's reaction brought him quite a bit of satisfaction.

"what the fuck," a furious seojun shouted out.

jisung flinched at his loudness. "i-i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you-"

"bullshit. if you didn't want to scare me you would have walked where i could see you."

this made jisung feel more nervous. of course, he didn't mean to scare seojun, but even though he knew it wasn't intentional, the older still had a way of making him feel guilty.

"i'm sorry." jisung apologised, hanging his head low.

"whatever. what the hell do you want?" jisung had seojun's full attention now, his body was facing where the boy was standing & his arms were crossed in anticipation.

"i... i-i-"

jisung took a moment to take a deep breath. he closed his eyes for a few seconds, composing himself. meanwhile seojun raised an eyebrow at the boy, believing he looked pathetic.

the small boy went over the words he practiced in his head before-

"i'm breaking up with you."

he spit the words out. he felt himself gain a bit more confidence, a weight lifted off of his chest.