Window to freedom °•Minsung•°

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Jisung's pillow was soaked with tears.

After he had woken up next to Minho that morning he had felt pure bliss for a few seconds.

He had looked at that strong body, still pressed onto his own...
Enjoyed the warmth it was providing him...

And remembered all the nasty things they had done the afternoon prior. He had grinned, cheeks red as the memory of Minho fucking him sore into the sofa made a jolt of excitement pass through his nerves.

He had turned around, facing Minho' sweet, sleeping face and pressed a tiny kiss onto his cheek.

Then he had gotten up.
And, unluckily, along with the cold a realisation had hit him too.

"This is wrong"

But it had felt so right...

"Still wrong."

He had picked up a cigarette from his jacket's pocket and opened a window. He very rarely smoked but in that moment he needed it.

"I basically forced him into cheating on his wife..."

he thought, baffled.

"I'm just awful"

as he exhaled a mouthful of smoke, his upper lip trembled and tears started falling down his face.

He hadn't stopped since.
He had cried through getting dressesd.
Cried through the bus ride home.

And was still crying now, buried in the darkness of his room, refusing to get up.

"Ji?" one of his flatmates called, worried:
"Are you ok in there? You have to eat something at least..."

Chan was sweet and Jisung was glad to be living with him but now...there was nothing he could do.

So he attempted a tight lipped response, hoping he'd let it go.

"Ok...I'm leaving. Please don't do anything stupid..."

The door opened and closed.

Jisung pressed his face into the wet pillow.

"I fucked a married man. Am I <<the other woman>> now? Who am I kidding, Min probably doesn't want to see me ever again after this..."

Right then his phone released a ping.

Jisung felt his bed clumsily, not wanting to get up until his hands met the cold surface of his phone.

It was Min.

A wave of hope mixed with self loathing washed over him.

"Ji, you forgot your scarf at mine. Just letting you know"

it read.

Jisung stared at it with horror.
He had been so distracted by the tears and his feelings that he had made an awful mistake.

Out of pure fear, he exited the chat without responding.

He didn't know if he could face Minho anymore.

He just felt too...bad.

"I've made him do something so terrible, so disgusting... I should never go near him again."

Yes, that was the right thing to do.

Let him go.

He had to stop being selfish and give Minho the opportunity to forget about him and live a happy life with his companion.

Even better, Jisung was going to make him hate him.

With a heavy heart and somber mind, Jisung blocked Minho's contact.

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