Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Epilogue

JISUNG SIGHED, HIS EYEBROWS FURROWED IN CONFUSION AS HE STARED AT HIS PHONE, BECAUSE HE really couldn't think of what to do next. Stupid Candy Crush, tripping me up like this. He grumbled under his breath as he used up his last move without completing the level. He closed his phone, and just as he did, Minho walked into the waiting room.

Jisung stood and slipped his phone into his pocket before approaching his boyfriend, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips and weaving their hands together. "How was your appointment?" he asked as they walked out of the clinic, and Minho smiled. "It went well," he hummed as they walked towards their car, a gift from his sister and Minho's mother for their fourth anniversary.

Minho was on his third year of visiting a psychologist, and he only got better every day. He was pursuing his university bachelor's in biology, and Jisung had returned to Seoul a year prior, as soon as he'd graduated high school.

Now they lived together in a small apartment close to their university, and Jisung couldn't have been any happier. "Jisung?" Minho questioned once they'd gotten in their car. "Yeah?" He looked over at his boyfriend with a smile. "I've been thinking about this for a... while now, and I want to get a tattoo." Jisung's jaw dropped and he spluttered an undecipherable response.

"It's just that..." Minho looked down at his sleeved wrists with a soft smile. "I don't want to be reminded of when I was so lost, and when I felt so alone. I want to be able to wear more than just long-sleeved shirts because I'm ashamed of what I did to myself. That time is behind me now, all thanks to you," he mumbled, shyly averting his gaze.

"Nah, I didn't do anything. You're getting better because you want to." Maybe they were both wrong – or maybe both a little right, but neither one wanted to argue over the matter, because it would just keep on going until either or gave up the fight.

"Well, if that's what you want to do, then I'll support you on it," Jisung smiled, squeezing his lover's hand as he started the engine, pulling out of the clinic's parking lot. Minho smiled and returned the squeeze, and they sat in silence until they got home.

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Jisung fiddled anxiously as he leaned forward in his chair, gnawing on his lip nervously. He'd been there for hours, and he was getting antsy waiting for Minho to emerge from the room he'd been in since they'd arrived. It had taken them quite a bit of time to manage to save the proper amount of money to pay for it – they'd survived off of cup noodles for a while – but finally, the time had come for Minho to get his tattoos.

Jisung was so happy for him; it made his heart swell at the thought of him finally being able to fully move on from his pain. When the brunet finally stepped out of the room he'd been in, forearms wrapped up in protective bandages, the strawberry-blonde rose to his feet and grinned at him.

They'd already paid for the tattoos in advance, and as the artist explained to Minho what he needed to do to take care of his new tattoos, Jisung smiled softly as he stared at his boyfriend, and it was suddenly so hard to believe how far they'd come since that first day they'd met, in Minho's living room, both drowning in their own troubles, alone.

It wasn't Jisung who'd saved Minho; really, they'd saved each other. 

A/N: This was really short wow.

I'm so sorry it took me so long to post this, this week has just been awful, so much work and stress and mental breakdowns and ugh. I've barely had the time to write and I feel so bad that I've been so inactive this past week. Thank you so much for your patience! I am working on the new fic that should be out by the end of the week if everything goes according to plan, and I'll be writing a few bonus chapters here and there to keep the flow of content going. 

Love you! Muah

Lots of love,

~Junnie