jisung's pov
i woke up around three in the morning to loud noises coming from downstairs.
i walked downstairs to see a drunk minho leaning against the wall. i turn in the light and stared silently at him.
"..sung?" minho slurred at me. "w-why are you crying?" he asked quietly, sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor.
i didn't even realize i was.
i went and sat beside him. "i fucking hate.." i paused. i don't.
with a stone cold expression, i continued. "i fucking hate that i don't hate you." i whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"do you wanna go on a date? tomorrow?" minho suddenly asked quietly, and i nodded.
like always.
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first a/n in this book lmao
anyways, we got a big storm coming, stay tuned besties ;)
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Fanfiction"are we worth fighting for?" in which jisung doesn't mind getting his heart broken if it's the one he truly loves. [ L.MH X H.JS ] - turkish translation by @Atlassz
