Kpop bxb oneshots

Yours (Minchan - Skz) angst, fluff

Warnings : suicide attempt, not proofread,

Summary : Minho was too busy with his one sided feelings toward Jisung to notice the hopeless romantic who's willing to give him the whole world in a golden plate.

Hannie 🐿️❤️:

Minho, please let's not do this anymore. I've been trying to tell you for a while that I can't control my feelings, and my heart has been beating for another man, but you're just too stubborn!

Why don't you understand?

I tried to keep this friendship but you keep on ruining it. Please don't answer or come to me unless you're ready to let go of your feelings and save our friendship.

-seen at 3:25 pm.

Tightening the grip on the phone in his shaking hand, a very unwanted amount of emotions coursed within Minho as he had enough re-reading the texts he received from the most precious boy in his life.

Shock, anger, disappointment and finally the pent up sadness he's been holding back behind the walls of denial crushed into him like a harsh ocean wave in a stormy weather.

Minho is not delusional, he'd be lying through his teeth if he says that he didn't see this coming at all, he just didn't expect it to be this soon.

He didn't think Jisung would let go of him this soon, he hasn't given him more chances to fight for him and win him over.

What was that? Something is blocking his airway and building up in his throat.

Something warm ran down his cheeks without his command, are those tears?

What is this heavy feeling? Why's his world suddenly falling apart? Why can't he move?

"Han-ah.." he heard a voice speaking and it was beyond him to believe it was just him.

He sounded weak, pathetic, he couldn't even let out that name without his own voice cracking pathetically.

A rebellious sob was out.

at least he could breathe for a second, his throat isn't that blocked, but boy was that sound beyond heartbreaking and he didn't want for the boy behind the door to witness how weak he's currently feeling.

he cleared his throat. He can try again.

"Han-ah!" he growled, his fist colliding with the closed front door in a loud knock. "I know you're here! Let me in we need to talk!"

No answer.

"Han Jisung!" he shouted, not giving a flying bird about the neighbors he must've annoyed by knocking on this door for the past half an hour or so.

"You can't do this to me! You can't say that over a fuckin text!"

He's consumed by his anger, knocking even louder promising to break the door if he doesn't have his way to speak to the boy he helplessly fell for since he was 19.

"Talk to me Jisung goddammit!" he angrily kicked the door with his foot. "Tell me do you no longer want me? Do you want me out of your life?? Is that all you want??"

Again no answer.

"You can't control your feelings but you want me to get over mine?? What in the world of fuckery is this?!"

"YA Han Jisung!"

Minho pants, shoulders shaking and chest heaving up and down in agressive pants, face flushed red, color drawn by both anger and sadness. Knowing that the boy is not going to face him no matter how much more he tried, his shoulders slump down in defeat as he kept his hand on the door, head hanging low and those salty liquids betraying him again.