Han Jisung ⁰⁸

The tension had been building for days over small things that no one could say properly.

That time, Jisung blurted something out without thinking: that sometimes, even when he was with Minho, he felt lonely. It wasn't an attack, but it really hurt Minho.

Minho didn't want to fight. He wanted to tell her nicely, to explain that it had upset him, that it wasn't something that could just be left like that.

"Do you hear yourself when you speak?" Minho said, seriously, in a colder tone than he intended.

It wasn't anger, it was an attempt to speak... but it already sounds harsh.

"I didn't mean it like that..." Jisung murmured nervously . "I was just feeling bad and—"

"Well, think before you begin," Minho interrupts, frustrated because he feels he can't even begin to explain himself . "Because it hurts."

Silence.

Minho tries to continue, wanting to tell him clearly that he's hurt, that he needs to talk about it. But before he can, he sees Jisung change.

Her voice breaks, she begins to overflow.

—I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you…

Jisung is no longer in the conversation. He's in fear. —Don't be angry… are you going to leave me? Please… don't leave me… hyung-..

Minho sighs, tired, but tries to remain calm.

—Jisung, I'm not talking about leaving you.

But it's too late. Jisung starts crying uncontrollably.

—I'm sorry… I can change… I'll do whatever you want… just don't get tired of me…

Minho clenches his jaw. He wants to talk about what hurt him. He really does. But he can't get to that point. Because once again, Jisung's damn sensitivity makes him stop focusing on speaking, and what he wanted to say is left unfinished. The conversation shifts from Minho feeling hurt by Jisung to Jisung being comforted by Minho. And whether you like it or not, that's exhausting.