LOVE ; minsung

014. my heart longs for you

Jisung grinded himself slowly. He was drunk. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He'd been drunk every. Single. Night. This week.

He felt the man beneath him hold his waist, a more wicked smile on jisungs face as he threw his head back, finding the pleasure taking over him. He felt his climax approaching, but he could that the guy beneath him wasn't.

He relocated his eyes down, staring at the abs of the male. His head turned to the side, snuggling himself into his own shoulder, the same bite and more crazy smile as he stopped. Catching a break for himself.

"Are you finally tired? — fuck, you're stamina is insane jisung."
He heard the voice say. He didn't want to leave, though. Doing this distracted him from the fact that minho hated him.

"One more round.."

He whined slightly. He felt arms slowly slide him off. He was now sitting so helplessly against the mattress.

"Jisung."

"Chan." Jisung said back. A small drunken smile.

"We're not even supposed to be doing this.." Chan said.  He slowly stood up, placing the covers on top of jisungs body. Making sure the boy didn't freeze.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm minhos best friend and I'm here fucking his ex situation, y'know." Jisung just held the covers on himself."I wish he could've spoken to me more.. he left."

"Jisung you need to move on."

"I know. He's happier. I guess." Jisung began playing with his nails, staring at them in distraction.

Jisung was sitting at a booth with Chan, his legs crossed and sore from the previous activities. He was tired and wanted to go home, but he couldn't, due to the fact that Chan was his ride home.

He was obviously covered in hickies as Chan was the type to do that. Luckily, they were more of a friend with benefits, not feelings attached.

They were in a new club, which was almost close to the one jisung normally went to. Jisungs arms were crossed as well, bouncing his leg against his other leg. Looking around, he wasn't impressed.

"You don't look like you're having fun."

"I'm just not used to it, it's fine." Jisung said. He promised to himself he wasn't going to touch another drink, his head was killing him.

But he felt nothing but burden sadness, his whole world was fucked ever since minho said those words to him. It brought a new meaning. He didn't want to love anymore, he didn't trust any guy that wanted a relationship with him.

Infact it was his nineteenth birthday tomorrow. Which is why Chan was taking him to a new place. Time was flying by so quickly.

And minho still wasn't there for him like he said he would be. He promised jisung he wasn't gonna leave. He promised to celebrate with jisung on his nineteenth, yet he wasn't here.