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mingi x yeosang

⇢ mingi x yeosang

Mingi ran his hands through his hair in frustration, "You can't have it both ways." he spoke in a harsh tone. "It's either me. Or him."

"M-Mingi... Please." the other male pleaded.

"You know what... If you actually loved me, there wouldn't even be another choice." He said. His eyes fixed on the door ahead of him. He began walking towards it in hopes of leaving the place he was currently in. Though he hadn't gotten very far before a hand grasped onto his wrist.

"Mingi... Please. Don't go."

Mingi sighed. "Let me go.."

"Please." the other pleaded.

Mingi turned to look at him. The other male looked at Mingi's eyes before slowly letting go of his wrist. 

Mingi made his way out of the building. Not once looking back.

Once outside, Mingi reached for his phone inside of his pocket and dialed a number. The phone rang a couple of times before a voice was heard. "Hello?"

"Yeo... C-Can I come over?"

Yeosang looked at younger male seated next to him on the couch. The boy clutched his head as tears streamed down his cheeks. Yeosang placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, slightly squeezing it in an attempt to comfort the boy next to him.

"It was all for nothing... Everything I did for him meant nothing." He sniffled. "He knew what he was doing. He knew he'd throw everything we had away the moment he let another man touch him... Yet he still let him."

Yeosang rubbed circles on the younger's back. He didn't say anything. He didn't want to. He knew that the younger boy just needed someone to listen to him, and that's exactly what Yeosang was doing.

"How did I not notice in the first place? Am I just that oblivious to these types of things? If my own boyfriend could cheat on me so easily without me noticing, then imagine how many things people have done behind my back knowing that I would never notice." He sighed heavily before speaking again. "Fuck." He spoke softly. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He said repeated.

The younger male gripped onto his hair tightly. Ignoring the slight pain he felt due to him pulling on it. More tears ran down his cheeks as he continued talking. "I'm s-so stupid." He said softly. "I'm so fucking d-dumb for thinking he actually l-loved me." His voice cracked between words. "I wasn't good enough, was I? That's why he needed someone else. God, how could I have been so blind? How did I not see it? Of course he'd need someone else... Of course I wasn't enough. I've never been good enough."

"Mingi, don't say that. You are good enough. He's just a greedy person, he just wanted more and more. He never appreciated what you gave him. Mingi... You weren't the problem. He was." The older boy spoke as he continued to caress the younger's back.

Mingi went silent. Only small sniffles were heard. Time ticked by and the older questioned whether should speak up once again. He opened his mouth but closed it almost immediately after hearing the younger sigh.

"I don't want to talk about him anymore," Mingi said as he wiped the tears from his cheeks. "Can we just watch a movie or something?"

Yeosang nodded, "Yeah. Of course," He picked up the tv remote and began searching through Netflix, "Do you have something specific in mind?"

Mingi shook his head, "Anything's fine." He spoke as he stared at the TV in front of him.

The older nodded before playing a movie.

Yeosang's eyes fluttered open. He felt a slight sting in his eyes as they struggled to adjust to the light coming from the screen in front of him. As he began to sit up, he felt some weight on his right shoulder. His head turned. His eyes fixing on a peaceful sight. Yeosang's lips curled upwards as he saw the younger's sleeping at peace.

Mingi's head rested on the older's shoulder. Quiet -almost soundless- snores were heard every now and then.

A soft smile appeared on Yeosang's face. The boy delicately shifted his position, careful not to wake the younger. Slowly, he lifted his arm, letting the younger's head gently fall onto his chest.

Yeosang sighed in relief, glad he hadn't woken the younger. He admired the sleeping boy laying a top of him. Yeosang raised his hand and began gently playing with the boy's hair.

Yeosang sighed softly. 'How cliché would it be if I just confessed my love for you right now... While you're sleeping.'

Yeosang laughed quietly. Then thought.

He slowly opened his mouth. And spoke.

"I love you." He whispered.