A few weeks passed and Jisung's frustration was reaching levels he had never imagined.
Their stubborness prevented her to admit that Minho was right tho.
She would never do that.
So they continued having unsatisfying sex and trying not to vomit every time she saw Minho with his girl in the corridors.
What she didn't know was that Minho was starting to get tired too.
Sure, Yuqi was hot. She was kind. She was funny. He wouldn't have minded having her as a best friend.
But that was all.
Jisung's face was priceless every time and when he saw it he convinced himself it was all worth it. That this was the only way for them to realise the truth. Worth it.
Except it wasn't.
He was starting to snap too. He had never thought seeing someone make out with a different person every day would've hurt him that much.
But not just hurt.
The anger got so much. So much.
It was hard to contain it. The face of every single guy, girl and otherly gendered person who had touched his Jisung had been burned into his memories with a blowtorch. He saw them in the corridors and wished he could just...
Flashes of...violent actions would spontaneously attack his immagination then.
But he held on.
Jisung would go back to him eventually. He was sure of it.
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Fanfiction"Where do you even come from?" "Ehm... Christian school?" "PFFT- Welcome to hell, saint boy" (enby jisung au)
