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13

I did not know how I will be spending my Tuesday, but I really did not imagine that I will be sitting on jisungs bed, while jisung is sitting on my lap, crying into my neck.

his father is a dick.
tell me something we don't know tho.

"I-I should have just-"

"jisung, it's not your fault for panicking in the interview, you have social anxiety, it's normal to do stupid things when you're stressed, it's your fathers fault for not seeing that."
I cut him off, as I patted his back.
yes, I'm not good at comforting people.
and I really do not like how close jisung is to me right now.

jisung just continued letting quiet sobs into my neck.

his father gave him a proper beating today.
and I mean it.
and for what? for having a panic attack?

"jisung, can I see your bruises, so I can put ointment on them?"

he shook his head, snuggling closer to me.
"no, I don't want to let go of you."

I sighed.
"jisung, please. I'm not going anywhere, but I really do want to treat your bruises. I will snuggle with you right after, okay?"

jisung didn't say anything for a while, he was probably thinking about what to do.
he then nodded.
"okay."

I gently sat him on his bed, and took the ointment I had in my pocket.
I always had one.
let's just say I'm a bodyguard for a moron.

"turn around, okay?"
I gently said.

he didn't do anything for a moment, and then he started to slowly turn around, showing his back to me.

I gently stroked his hair for a few moments to calm him down, before I slowly lift up his hoodie.
I sighed at the sight.

"jisung, will you take the hoodie off for me?"

he slowly nodded, as he stared taking off his hoodie, to give me a better access to his bruises.

as I was putting on the ointment, all that could be heard was our breathing.

"sing a song for me."
he suddenly said.

"what?"

"sing a song for me."

"I'm not a singer."

"that doesn't matter, I just want to hear your voice."
he said, almost in a whisper.

I sighed.
I really did not want to, but I wanted him to feel at ease, so what other thing was I supposed to do?

"you know I want you..."
I started.
I could feel him relaxing.
"it's not a secret I try to hide."

I continued singing, while putting the ointment on every single bruise.

"...and fate is pulling you miles away, and out of reach from me. but you're hearing my heart, so who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?"

I wiped my fingers into my pants, before I closed the ointment and put it back in my pocket.
"it's done. let it sit for a while, and then take a shirt or a hoodie, so the ointment won't get on your clothes."

"you stopped right in front of the best part."
jisung whined.

I rolled my eyes slightly.
"do you need anything else? water, some snack?"

"I want you to finish the song."
jisung said, without turning around.

"jisung-"

"please minho, I beg you."
he whispered.
"that's all I need right now."

I sighed.
I really didn't want to sing anymore.
but jisung wanted me to.
and whatever jisung wants, I'm obligated to do.

"what if we rewrite the stars? say you were made to be mine. nothing can keep us apart you'd be the one, I was meant to find."

jisung slowly turned around, and our eyes met.

"it's up to you, and it's up to me. no one can say what we get to be. so why don't we rewrite the stars? maybe the world could be ours tonight."

just when I was about to sing the second verse, I was surprised when I heard jisungs sweet voice.
"you think it's easy? you think I don't want to run to you? but there are mountains and there are doors that we can't walk trough."

all I could do was watch him, and listen to that siren voice of his. sometimes I wonder if thats why I'm  drawn to him so much.

"I know you're wondering why, because we're able to be just you and me within these walls. but when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see that it was hopeless after all."

jisung slowly got up with a slight hiss at the pain, before he continued.

"no one can rewrite the stars. how can you say you'll be mine? everything keeps us apart, and I'm not the one, you were meant to find. it's not up to you, it's not up to me, when everyone tells us what we can be. and how can we rewrite the stars? say that the world can be ours tonight."

just when it was time for our part, there was a knock on the door.

"mister jisung? your Korean tutor is here!"
was heard.

jisung sighed.
"I don't want to go."

"it's important for your education jisung."

"but he's creepy."

"let's go."
I said, opening the door, waiting for him to walk out.

he sighed, putting on his hoodie back, before walking downstairs.
his Korean teacher was waiting in front of the study room.

they went inside, and all I could think about was what would have happened if we continued singing.

A/N:
maybe I will post more chapters, it's kind of fun to write this story ngl🤠