"Does it hurt?" I asked in concern, Jisung was hunched down.
His eyes were teary.
His face was flushed.
A lazy smile tugged the corner of his lips. "Minho?" He gripped the counter and wobbly stood up. I reached out to grab him but he raised his hand to stop me.
"Oh mah god Minho~" He stumbled towards me "Why does it feel like I haven't seen you for so long?" He pouted.
Oh god
He is still cute and pretty as ever.
"I-...Jisung let's get you to your room" I suggested before grabbing his arm and gently pulling him. He just smiled and followed me.
I didn't dare to look over my shoulder to see his face.
We walked through the bustling crowd to his room.
As we reached Jisung's room, I gently helped him lay down on the bed.
He was still holding onto my hand tightly, his eyes barely able to focus on me. My heart ached at the sight of him in this state.
"Does it hurt, Jisung?" I asked again.
He let out a small laugh, but it was more like a sad sob.
"What hurts the most, Minho is knowing that...that you loved me" he replied, tears streaming down his face.
My heart shattered into a million pieces at his words.
I wanted to tell him the truth, that I still loved him with every fiber of my being,
but I couldn't.
Because I know.
It fucking does hurt.
