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"Why don't you talk to me anymore?!" Minho cried as he dropped to his knees, feeling defeated. Jisung let out a exasperated breathe and looked up, sucking in his tears, "You slept with my cousin, lied and still stayed with me. I'm afraid that I didn't love you enough" The latter spoke with pain lacing his voice.
"That was a mistake and I'm so sorry" Minho's voice broke and he choked out a heart wrenching sob. "It's not my fault that I don't love you" The boy added as his forehead made contact with the floor and painful tears stained his face.
"Yes, it's not" Jisung responded and grasped Minho's arms, pulling him up to sit on the bed. "I'm sorry to keep you here with me because it's my fucking fault that I married you and thought you loved me too" He spat harshly and stood up abruptly.
"So, please leave before I let my hands reach your throat"
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Days passed by as Jisung and Minho grew more distant. The latter could not bring himself to leave the younger alone with all the guilt eating him up, he knew he made a unforgivable mistake but he was willing to make up for it, no matter what it would take.
He had heard Jisung take all the insults for him which broke his heart even more, because his husband was still by his side when the world turned against him and then there was the man who ran away, whom he cheated with.
"Seems like someone couldn't get it up" One of their neighbours had laughed, referring to Jisung, when the latter was passing by.
Jisung had fought with many people in the past days because of these comments being thrown at them almost continuously.
Gradually, his heart dwelled for Jisung in the slightest, and that slightness increased under Minho's nose without him noticing.
More days passed by as Jisung's rage grew even more.
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Jisung had turned into a walking corpse, he refused to eat and talk and all he did was work, day and night. He would go to work before Minho would wake up and return late at night.
When he returned home, he would be faced with his husband and his brain would yell at him to strangle him, stab him or push him off the roof.
He almost did it, almost killed Minho. He purposely pushed him off the stairs but it wasn't enough. He even left the stove on, and waited. He was scrolling through his social media when Minho went in the kitchen and a few minutes later a explosion was heard.
He remembers running inside in a state of panic, he didn't even know why he was panicking when this was what he wanted. He remembers letting out a relieving breathe upon seeing that Minho was only injured and hadn't died.
But, the rage and the hatred was still there.
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Minho knew it all, but he thought that he deserved it, he deserved to die, and that Jisung deserved a better life, but then again, he fell in love at the most inconvenient time.
Taking careful steps towards the roof Minho called out, "Jisung, dinner is ready" The said male looked up from his glass of alcohol and laughed drunkenly, "I should've killed you" He spoke quietly making Minho swallow dryly.
"Should've strangled when you were sleeping. Should've pushed you harder off the stairs" Jisung mumbled under his breathe making tears well up in Minho's eyes and his heart ache.
"Okay" the latter breathed out and walked over to the boundary of the terrace and climbed over it, standing on the edge with trembling legs. "End it at once, Jisung" He spoke slowly and tried to appear confident even though it felt like his heart was about to fail.
"I'm giving you a chance! Just push me off and end it all!" He cried and watched as Jisung finally stood up and walked towards him, without saying anything.
His heart thumped against his chest loudly, he was afraid that Jisung might be able to hear it too.
After a while Jisung was stood right behind him as Minho looked down at the road, which almost appeared to be twinkling due to all the cars passing by.
He closed his eyes when he felt Jisung's hand reach up to touch his back.
He thought back to when Jisung still cared for him but he himself never reciprocated it and looked for other people who could fulfil his needs. That was a unforgivable sin of his.
He waited and waited but Jisung didn't move a muscle. "I will push you" the latter spoke quietly and Minho let out a choked sob and turned around to face his husband. He still loved him, even if it was just a little bit, he loved him enough to not push him off.
"If you'd really wanted to kill me then you would've, instead of just trying" He reminded and clutched Jisung's shirt in his fists. "Please, let's start again" He pleaded with a cry and continued, "I understand if you don't love me, I will manage with the littlest bit of your love, but please, I'm so sorry" He wrapped his arms around Jisung's neck and pulled him closer.
Minutes passed and a singular tear finally slid down Jisung's cheek, "I hate you" The latter cried as he pulled Minho off the edge of the roof and made both of them sit on the ground.
"I'll manage if it means that I can still keep you" Minho spoke through harsh sobs and rested his head on Jisung's shoulder.
The next morning, when Minho woke up, he realised that the space beside him on the bed wasn't empty anymore.
This whole oneshot is inspired from a beautiful Indian move,
"Haseen Dilruba"
It's such a beautiful love story and I strongly recommend it!!
Well, I hope that you liked what I wrote and thank you so much for waiting for me.
With all my love
-jane<3
