Once jisung got in, he bumped into Seungcheol. “What’s wrong gorgeous?” He asked as he lifted jisung’s chin noticing the tears that were running down his cheeks. Jisung quickly averted his head, wiping the tears that were continuously falling.
“Hey hey, let’s go upstairs, hm?” The older offered, to which jisung quickly accepted.
They went into one of the guest rooms that the Lee family had. Jisung lay on the bed covering his eyes with his arms.
“I’ll give you space for now..” Seungcheol went out of the room, walking directly out of the house to look for one specific person.
He found the person in his car, his head on the steering wheel. Seungcheol sighed deeply, before gently knocking on the window, alerting the person inside of his presence. The person inside unlocked the door, letting Seungcheol inside.
“I messed up...” The person admitted, covering his head with his hands. “You messed up badly.” Seungcheol corrected, patting his friend’s back.
“Minho, you need to go easy on the boy… You can’t just let your emotions take control of your mind... You’re hurting the poor boy...”
“Do you think I could control it? You know me better than anyone, you should have thought about that before acting the way you acted earlier.”
"I was just teasing dude! I didn't know you would actually do that!” Seungcheol raised his hands, before slowly bringing it to his lap. “How about this, you apologized-" “Hell no." Minho immediately protested. “My pride is higher than your house."
Seungcheol’s short-tempered self couldn't take his friend's stubbornness, his hands subconsciously gripped Minho's neck, tightening it.
“if you want to have a good relationship with your husband. Then do what I told you to do. Because if you don't, I will not be able to help you anymore. I still have to pick up Jeonghan from his work.So, man up, and fix your mistake.” Seungcheol growled in his husky voice that could send daggers towards your direction.
Minho was not once intimidated by Seungcheol, but he gave up and decided to give Seungcheol’s idea a chance.
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A knock was heard from outside of the room jisung was currently staying in.
He quickly wiped his tears, fixing himself before opening the door.
The door opened, revealing a minho who was hesitating to come in. “Hey.."
Seungcheol sneaked behind him, kicking him on the back.
“Bitch get in there." Minho fell into jisung who tried to catch him but he was too heavy compared to his small body, causing them to fall onto the floor.
“Oops!" Seungcheol quickly grabbed the door knob, closing it, scared that Minho might kill him.
Minho's hands were on the sides of jisung's head, trapping him. A shade of pink appeared on Jisung's cheeks down his neck because of how close their faces were.
“Umm, Minho?" " Oh shit-” Minho got up from Jisung, offering his hand to help jisung up. Jisung looked at the hands waiting for him before taking a hold of it, getting up.
Minho guided his waist while getting up, helping him dust off his skirt.
“So umm, about earlier.. ” Minho started off after a minute of silence, rubbing his nape with his left hand with his gaze glued to the ground.
“I let my anger take control of me. I was a bit upset at something, I'm sorry for letting it out on you.” He apologized slowly looking up at jisung's eyes, whose eyes were still red from the crying session he had earlier.
“I don't think acting as husbands right away would do us any good. How about…”
Jisung trailed off, thinking for a quick second. “Friends?" Minho offered, finishing the latter's sentence.
“Friends." Jisung offered Minho his hand, who gladly shook it. “So, how about a cheesecake?"
“How'd you know?!"
“Your mother told me" Minho chuckled at the younger's enthusiasm, whose eyes shone and smile widening after hearing Minho chuckle.
“Let's go, I'll drive." Minho let jisung open the door, revealing a Seungcheol who fell inside, clearly being nosy.
“oh, would you look at that." Jisung laughed, " What are you doing here?” Jisung asked, but Seungcheol could only smile at that. He stood up from the floor, fixing his tie.
"Your room is quite impressive Minho, sound proof. hmm, perfect for do-” Minho interrupted him, raising his hands, stopping him mid-sentence.
"doing what?” Curious jisung decided to ask, clearly not knowing Seungcheol's statement.
"Ehem, so how did the talk with your husband go?” Seungcheol smiled widely, “we decided to be friends." But that smile didn't last long. His jaw dropped, lower than the author's grades.
“That's not the fucking plan Minho!" Seungcheol was clearly upset that his plan of Minho apologizing so that he could have a good relationship with jisung as husbands backfired.
“Get lost, weirdo." They walked past Seungcheol, who still couldn't accept what's happening.
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“Wait, so you don't hate Seungcheol?" They were now in the car, with a Seungcheol in the back, third wheeling.
“No, I'm too handsome to be hated."
“I don't hate him, only his guts." Minho corrected, his eyes glancing at Jisung before focusing on the road again.
Jisung was clearly interested in Minho and Seungcheol's love-hate friendship.
moments later, they arrived at the cafe that Jisung went to when he sneaked out. Heart cafe.
“Let's go" they unbuckled their seatbelts, getting out of the car after Minho parked the car.
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My moonflower // L.MH | Minsung | H.JS
Fanfiction❗❗SLOW UPDATES❗❗ Jisung and Minho, two teenagers with different lives. Jisung, a normal teenager with a normal life. But what he didn't know was that one forgiveness and answer from him, his whole life would change. Was his decision worth it? That...
