𝓗wang 𝓗yunjin ୨☕୧

Jisung was hopelessly in love with Minho, even though Minho treated him badly and always rejected him in the worst ways; he was a fool in love with his perfect man (according to him).

Minho was a damn womanizer, going from bed to bed with any boy or girl he saw, but no matter how bad he was, Jisung would always love him, and no matter how foolish Jisung was, Hyunjin would always love him, even if he loved someone else who didn't deserve him.

That afternoon, they were at Hyunjin's house while the older one was sitting on the sofa, and Jisung was on his lap while sobbing

"H-Hyunjin, tell me, why? Why Felix and not me? Am I really that awful?"

Hyunjin just held him close to his chest, as if afraid he would vanish.

"The love of your life also has the right to choose the love of their life."

He patted him on the back, even though he knew the lump in his throat was rising, because he was giving Jisung advice, advice that he didn't even follow himself because his heart sank and his eyes filled with tears when he saw Jisung cry. He couldn't stand seeing Jisung crying for someone who didn't deserve it, when he himself, if Jisung allowed it, would make him the happiest and most pampered man in the world.