"Minho?" Jisung popped his head into the older's room. What he found confused him.
The room was cleared out. The bed was made neatly with one of Chan's grandma's blankets. The nightstand held nothing but a vintage lamp.
"Um." He bit his lip, tears welling up. Of course his head convinced him Minho hated him so much that he moved out.
Chan was at work, so he had nobody to talk to. Nobody to ask about where the hell Minho was.
The party was that night, but Jisung had no intentions of going alone.
Quietly, he curled up onto Minho's old bed, getting under the covers and shivering on his lonesome.
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fuck me | minsung text au
Fanfictionjust a weird and random text au abt minsung in which they cant easily be together... eheh
