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Jisung felt so bad, again.
Minho had needed everything to convince the younger to actually pick some clothes because he hadn't wanted the older to waste his money on him.
But the ravenette gladly spoiled Jisung and he also had enough money so that definitely wasn't a problem.
He just wanted for the younger to feel comfortable and to actually realize that he deserved to be treated this way.
"Jisungie~"
"Hm?"
"There's one last place I'd like to take you before we go home. Also is there something specific you'd like to eat for dinner?"
The younger thought for a moment before looking at Minho with those big doe eyes that always made the ravenette forget everything else around him for a second.
"I'll just eat what you like."
The other sighed softly and let go of his car key even though he was just about to turn the engine on, and turned around to Jisung.
"Jisungie, look at me please."
But the boy didn't look, he stared out of the window as if the bushes outside were totally interesting.
"Jisungie sweetie."
Minho reached his hand out and touched the boy's shoulder, smiling softly when Jisung finally looked at him.
With those sad eyes.
"This isn't just about our dinner, right?"
And again the boy didn't answer, he just stared at the older, his eyes getting glossy.
"This is about the baby, hm?"
The first tear fell, rolling down the younger's chubby cheek until it landed on the fabric of his blue hoodie.
Minho's heart sank when Jisung closed his eyes, more tears following.
And just like that the younger found himself in the other's arms, his head buried in the ravenette's shoulder as he sobbed loudly.
His hands were clutching Minho's jacket and he screamed, he screamed so loudly.
As if he was dying.
Tears were soaking the older's jacket together with Jisung's saliva but Minho didn't care.
He just wanted to hold the boy.
He just wanted to hold the boy until it was over.
Until everything was out.
All the pain, the stress, the frustration that has dragged the boy down the past years.
Jisung was shaking so much in Minho's embrace, it scared the older extremely.
But he didn't let go.
He stroked the back of the boy's head, his cheek resting on his temple as his other hand caressed Jisung's back.
"It's okay, I'm here. I won't go away."
The younger's grip only tightened on Minho's jacket but that was a good sign for the older, the boy was listening to him.
"I won't leave you, okay? I'm here, right here."
It was uncomfortable, the way the older leaned over the console of his car with Jisung as close as possible in his arms.
But the boy was his priority.
He had to be comfortable, he shouldn't be practically laying over the console with his baby bump.
"I-"
"Shh it's okay. You don't have to say anything at all if you're not ready, alright?"
Jisung pressed his face deeper in Minho's shoulder, nuzzling his face in the soft fabric as he sniffled softly and breathed the comforting scent of the older in.
His cries had gotten quieter, only a few single tears were still falling but nobody even thought about letting go any time soon.
"I just don't want to be a burden. I don't deserve your kind treatment, I couldn't even take care of myself when I was responsible for the baby's health."
"You deserve a kind treatment, you deserve so much more than this, okay? You didn't choose to starve the past months. If anyone is at fault for the baby's state of health right now, it's all the people who just pushed you away when you needed them the most.
It's not your fault, alright?"
But Jisung just shook his head as another sob escaped him.
