Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Thirty-Four

JISUNG WAITED FOR MINHO TO CALM BEFORE HE SAID ANYTHING. THE OLDER MALE GASPED WHEN he realized Jisung had probably witnessed his meltdown. His mouth dried, and he swallowed thickly. The strawberry blonde stood up, and offered him a hand.

Minho hesitantly reached up and grabbed onto it. When he was back on his feet, Jisung pulled down the sleeve that was still hitched up, letting his hand linger for a moment before he returned his eyes to Minho's. "Jisung I... I'm sorry, I–" he spluttered, and the said boy hated the vulnerability gleaming in the elder's eyes.

He pressed their foreheads together in a similar way that Minho had previously done, staring straight into his eyes. "Give me your phone," he ordered softly, and the older male hesitantly did as he was told, and for a moment, Jisung's eyes no longer held his gaze, busy typing something on the screen.

He handed it back, before looking into the brunet's eyes again. His hands came up and rested on the sides of his neck, and he exhaled softly. "Whenever you feel like..." His breath hitched, and he averted his eyes for a moment before returning his gaze to the older male. "If ever you feel like you need to do something like that again, call me instead, okay?"

He nodded to himself, as if assuring himself that it was alright to say. Minho nodded half-heartedly. "Promise me?" Jisung replied, and the other boy nodded again, making another promise he knew he wouldn't keep.

Chan suddenly appearing again after so many years only made it that much harder.

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"Doyun I–" Chan walked out of the café shortly after his boyfriend had. The eldest of the two wiped his watering eyes before turning to face his lover. The silver haired male looked so guilty that it made Doyun want to wrap his arms around him and tell him it was okay.

Except it wasn't okay. His bottom lip wobbled slightly, and he clenched his jaw to stop it. As much as he didn't want to know, he knew he had to verify what he was assuming. "Are you... the homophobic "friend" he had?" he whispered, biting his lip. Please, please, say no.

Chan averted his eyes, staring at the ground. "Answer the question, Chan," he sniffed, and the said male hung his head low. "I... I was." He looked up, eyes pleading. "I'm not like that anymore, Doyun. You... You know me." His voice cracked, and Doyun flinched.

He did know. He knew that Chan had acted out as a younger child because he didn't want to accept his sexuality. He knew his boyfriend had always regretted it. As upset as he was with Chan, he couldn't turn his back on him for something he'd done years ago. Where would he get by doing that?

People change, he reminded himself, but that didn't mean that what had happened would just be swept under the rug so easily. Chan needed to mend what he'd broken, and only then would Doyun forgive him.

"Then prove it to me. Fix this." With that, he turned around and walked away, blinking back his own tears. 

A/N: I thought writing about the other characters would be a bit interesting, so you might be seeing more of that in the future, if you guys liked it? I'm experimenting hehe (omg this chapter is like half the length my chapters usually are laskdjasldjkas).

Also we at 69 followers *insert Lenny face* wOO I'm so fUNNy *wipes tears from eyes*

A week of my break has already passed guys I have a week left I don't wanna go bACK TO SCHOOL 😭

Q: What's a new movie you really want to see?

A: Welcome to Marwen. Looks like my type of shit XD

Lost of love,

~Junnie

You don't have to read this. I just need to let it out, as if someone's actually listening. I'm having a really bad wave of anxiety at the moment, for about an hour now I've just been trying to stop shaking, to stop my stomach from twisting. So I texted a gc of some of my closest online friends, and it got drowned out. Then I decided to text another gc consisting of my bestie and another online friend (who is in part one of the roots of my current anxiety, long story), and my bestie's not on, but the other one is, and I told her I'm not feeling good, ya know, and then she says the next time I talk to her, she'll be dead and that I should just leave her alone. I can't help but doubt what she's saying, (which sounds really, really bad) because she always says stuff like this, in different contexts, but still, I can't help but worry too, so now my anxiety's worse. I just want to disconnect from the Internet but now I can't do that either because what if she's actually serious this time? But she's telling me to go away, because she's talking to other people right now and she doesn't need me, which feels great. So I'm writing. I'm trying to let it all out, and it usually works. But this time it's not. I think I'll go out to the convenience store by myself and get some fresh air; maybe being cooped up in my room for so long isn't good for me. (Edit: I sat down with my guitar and we gucci lmao, sorry if you read all of this)