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"Quit fucking making yourself throw up!!" I yell, following Jisung around the kitchen.

It's been a few days and I've gotten better. I can walk in my own and everything, but Jisung has been... a little difficult.

"I do whatever the fuck I want!! I'm a grown ass man and I make my own damn choices!! Now shut the fuck up!!" He shouts back.

"Hwang Jisung, you think you're the only one out of sorts?! I was there! I blame myself for it! H-"

"I blame you too!!"

"So don't make yourself throw up! It's disgusting!"

He stomps over and slaps me across the face. "Haven't you been listening?! I'll kill myself if I want to! And you can't do anything to stop me!"

I grab him by the waist and kiss him on his lips. He instantly melts into me, crying softly. I hold his face in my hand.

"Don't kill yourself. Please. You're all I have left." I whisper.

"I want to so bad. I wanna see him again. I can't live with myself anymore."

"Then live with me." I kiss cheek.

He looks at me. "Stop flirting with me. I'm still angry." He pulls away from me.

"Honey, please. We both need a break. We've been stressing and crying and we need to do something. Can I take you out on a date?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "No. I have to study." He leaves the kitchen.

I sigh. I'm taking him on a date. No matter what. I go to the living room and sit on the second couch so he can have room.
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The sun's starting to set, which is perfect. I go over and see Jisung working on his paper, typing away.

"Honey?" I close his laptop slowly.

He holds it open and glares at me. "What?" He asks.

"I heard there's supposed to be stars outside tonight." I wink at him.

"There's stars out every night." He turns away from me.

"But there's gonna be a big bright one tonight. I wanna show you."

"No. I know there's no special stars outside tonight."

"How do you know?"

"I literally know the whole sky. Give me any date and I can tell you exactly what's gonna be visible."

"No, you can't." I poke his cheek.

"Yeah, I can." He looks at me.

"Prove it." I cross my arms.

He sighs with his eyes closed. "I know what you're trying to do. No, I'm not going on a date." He crosses his arms.

I pout. "Fine then." I move his laptop and sit on his lap. "You don't get to do anything until you let me take you out on a date."

"Get off me!" He attempts to push me off of him, but his thin arms do nothing.

"Nope." I wiggle my butt on him.

He groans loudly, pinching my arm. I grab his arms and make him hug me. He huffs angrily.

"I'm not going on a date with you." He squints at me.

"You have literally no choice." I look at him. "You might as well give in. I'll even edit your paper for you."

He looks out the window. "Fine." He grumbles.

"Yay!" I get off of him and pull him to stand.

"Short date." He crosses his arms.

"You're already short." I pull him to our room so we can change.

He puts on one of my hoodies, slips on some skinny jeans, and puts his shoes on. I steal one of his big hoodies and put on some track pants and put my shoes on.

I walk him out to the car. He lets me drive and we go to a restaurant. I hug around his waist, going up to the counter to order.

"Honey, what do you wanna eat?"

"Not hungry." He mumbles.

"Jisung, I will not have a fight in public. Pick something off the menu." I say in a demanding tone.

He glares at me, mumbling that he just wants a chocolate milkshake. I smile and tell the cashier, get our number, and take him to a booth. He looks down and bites his lip.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I miss Blue..." He answers.

"I know. I miss him too." I quickly sit next to him and hug him. "It's okay. Take a deep breath."

He complies, settling down and laying his head down on his arms on the table. I run my hand through his hair. Our number is called, so I go grab our food and bring it to the table.

"Here, Honey." I hand him his milkshake.

"Thank you." He mumbles.

"How are you?" I ask, cuddling with him.

"I... I feel fine, I guess."

"What's wrong?"

He shrugs. "I don't know."

"You can tell me." I ruffle his soft hair.

"I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

"I don't know!" He snaps. "I can't feel anything! I don't know how to feel anymore!"

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