Fixed | Minsung

Twenty-Two

THIRD PERSON

"Jiwoo, please listen to me—"

"I don't want to hear any of your explanation, Ji. It's all your fault, no explanation needed. You're the reason why this happened to me. It's all your fault!"

"Jiwoo, please!"

"I hate you Ji, I fucking hate you!"

"No, please stop saying that!"

"I hate you! I wish I never met you! I wish—"

"STOP!" 

He ran his hands through his hair as he snapped into reality. "I'm having these nightmares again..."

He turned his head to the clock, it was already 9:30 pm. He went to the living room but he noticed Minho's shoes were still not there, the house sounded quiet as well. The food he cooked was getting colder and colder, and Minho was still not home.

Jisung sighed and peeked through the window, "It's getting darker, why is he not home yet?"

He went back to the kitchen and sat on a chair, leaning his head on the table. He stared at the nasi goreng he just cooked and remembered him.

"I hate you Ji, I fucking hate you!"

"Jiwoo... if you were here, would you really say that, I wonder..."

"I'm getting those nightmares again. Jiwoo, do you... really hate me?"

A tear escaped Jisung's eyes as he said those words. "Jiwoo won't say something like that right? Those are just nightmares... right?"

Few minutes later, he heard a car pull over outside. He immediately went to the door and as he opened it, he saw Changbin, with Minho's arms around him.

"Oh? It's Han-ah~!"

Minho was drunk.

"W-what happened to him?" Jisung asked.

"He drank a lot, like 2 or 3 bottles?" Changbin said.

"Han-ah~"

Jisung then noticed a red mark on Minho's neck, "I-is that... a hickey?"

Changbin sighed, "There's this girl who approached him in the bar, and she gave him that."

Jisung could feel his heart shatter as he hard Changbin's answer. "O-oh... h-he let her do that?"

"Well... the thing is..." Changbin tried to find the perfect words to form a sentence but he was left with nothing.

"T-the thing is what?" Jisung nervously asked.

"I told the girl to back off because he's engaged and... he said he never had a fiancé."

Jisung swallowed the pain he was feeling. He was close to crying, but he held it in. "I-I see..."

"B-but he pushed her away! He eventually got annoyed at her and when she started sucking his neck, he pushed her away hard that she even fell on the floor."

Jisung forced a smile on his face, "R-right."

"Mind if I come in?" Changbin asked.

Jisung shook his head, "N-not at all."

Changbin went inside and dropped Minho by the couch. "Ugh, damn he was fucking heavy."

"Thank you for taking him home, Changbin-hyung. And I'm sorry for the trouble."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm sorry you had to take care of such a messy husband."

Jisung felt pain in his heart as he heard that word. "Husband..." Jisung muttered.