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19

ahh, the weekend.
the best time of the week.

even tho jisungs dad is an absolute fucker that I would bury 6 feet underground if I could, at least he gave jisung free weekends.
he doesn't have any tutoring lessons, and he can do pretty much whatever he wants.
except for going outside of course, he's not that nice.

jisung told me that when he got back from the hospital after his attempt, his father and maids pretty much got rid of everything that he could hurt himself with. even his precious guitar, because apparently, jisung could use the strings to hurt himself.
he apparently cried for days after seeing his room almost empty, his favorite things gone.

since I'm pretty much free until the sleeping beauty wakes up, I decided I will spend my time watching tik tok.
don't judge me, I know you do it all the time.
and I'm still human okay?
a really bored gay human.
maybe bi, I'm not sure, I haven't decided yet.
maybe I will flip the coin and see.

I haven't been able to be on my phone that much too, so I really missed it.
I'm phone addicted, okay?
but I'm also jisung addicted, so I don't know if it really counts.

speaking about my jisung, I really feel like bothering him today.
I really like annoying people, and annoying jisung is even better. he always puts this pouty lips on his face, it's so adorable.

and since I feel like being a pain in the ass, I decided to wake him up.
because I'm evil.
muahahaha.

okay maybe I should also have a session with a therapist, I'm sure there is something wrong with me.

I like men.
I watch a lot of gay porn.
and I laugh at my own jokes.
that's actually probably the worst one.

nevertheless, I'm currently making my way to jisungs room to execute my devilish plan, while trying not to grin as I pass by some of the maids.
I'm curious if I will see Mr. han today.
I hope not.
because if he actually decided to be here, he would be the pain in the ass.
and I'm already planning on being one, there can't be two.

fortunately, the maids told me he went away on a business trip.
aka he went on a vacation with some random woman.
I did a small happy dance ngl.

I was so excited to see the annoyed expression on jisungs face when I wake him up at eight in the morning, when he could be sleeping to twelve, but to my surprise and miserableness, when I opened the door, my grin instantly disappeared when I saw he was already up.

I'm annoyed.
maybe he will be the pain in the ass today.

he was standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself.
I feel like I'm interrupting some kind of ritual ngl.

"why are you up so early?"
I asked.
I was really disappointed.

jisung didn't stay anything.
he just kept staring at himself.

"jisung?"
I said, trying to get his attention.

"do you think I'm pretty?"
he said, quietly.

he's been asking me this question sometimes.
he's really insecure, and I think that he just needs reassurance.
whenever he ask me that, I always answer truthfully.

"you are jisung. you are beautiful."
I said, taking a step closer.

suddenly, he took off his shirt.
my eyes widened.
I was shocked.
what was he doing?

"do you still think I'm pretty?"
he whispered, still staring at himself in the mirror.

I could see the front of his body in the reflection of the mirror. it was damaged, scars from self harm on his hips, and a huge but sorta faded scar on his belly.
I believe he had it since he was born, because there were some complications.
of course there were, his mother died.

his back wasn't anything better. if anything, it was worse. scars, scratches and bruises from all the beatings he took through his life.
he was the story itself.

"nothing on your body can change what I think. you are beautiful, inside and out."
I said, taking another step closer.

he slowly turned around, finally facing me.
my eyes met with his glossy ones, and this moment just confirmed all of my feelings.
I would do anything for him.
gosh, I cared about him so much.
I couldn't imagine my life without him.
I sound crazy right now, I really need a therapist.

I slowly made my way to him, and I gently cupped his cheeks, drying the tears with my thumb.
"you are beautiful, han jisung."
I said with a small smile.
"more then you know."

his eyes were wide, glossy, but they had this spark in them that no one else had.
only my jisung.

I don't know what came over me, but I leaned in and gave him a small kiss.
on the lips.
can someone give me the therapist number?

but oh god, once I had a taste of those beautiful plump lips, I couldn't get enough.
I pulled him back to me, connecting our lips once again.

his hands wrapped around my neck, as my hands traveled down to hold him by his bare waits.
god, this waist will be the death of me.

we were so lost in the moment, that we didn't even notice we started walking backwards, and suddenly, my legs came in contact with the bed, which made me sit down.

jisung straddled my lap, his hands roaming in my hair, while my hands traveled all around his body.
he is so perfect, oh my god.

his hands went down to feel my very very VERY muscular chest. I have to say that his hands on my body is now my most favorite feeling.

just as his hands went down to reach for the rim of my shirt, there was a knock on the door.

Jisung immediately got up and went to pick up his shirt.

"mister jisung, are you awake? there is a breakfast ready for you!"
the maid said.

"uhm, yeah, I'm right there!"
he said, almost running out of the room without even taking a look at me.

and I was just left there, wondering what the hell just happened.
"what the actual fu-"