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This chapter is a tad spicy (sksks there's no smut, ya nasties) so if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen 😉 (I really wanted to say that skjfjsks I apologise)

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“Who in the name of gay jesus would name their poor child Gas Station???” Minho gasped from the spot on his bed, now pushed up against the opposite wall from Jisung's. It was late at night and he was scrolling through his phone, finding weird, obscure news articles as he did so.

“I don't know, probably a celebrity or something.” Jisung said, shrugging nonchalantly from his own bed. Minho had insisted that he be constantly swaddled in blankets, and even threw in a hot water bottle as an extra precaution. He honestly wasn't that cold anymore, but Minho had misread his shakiness as shivers rather than nerves.

“Yeah,” Minho sighed, shaking his head. “Anyway, is there anything you want? Cocoa? Hot Chocolate?”

“Cocoa and Hot Chocolate are the same thing, you buffoon.” Jisung scoffed. His insults did little, however, as he looked like some sort of Russian doll.

“Hush little baby don't say a word-”

“Uh nopE. I am not a child. I am not yOur child- that would be very weird. Ew stop now I have that image in my mind-” Jisung gagged, and accidentally tipped himself over. Since the amount of blankets he was wrapped in rendered him immobile, Jisung lay struggling on his side. Stressed laughter forced its way out of him and his face began to turn red.

“Oh shoot those blankets might be too tight-” Minho said, scrambling off the bed and tugging Jisung into an upright position. He pulled the blankets off, and it wasn't until he looked up that he realized Jisung was crying.

Minho reached up and wiped away some of the tears slowly leaking out of his boyfriend's eyes. “What? Why are you-”

“We need to break up.” Jisung breathed out suddenly, eyes squeezed shut.

“I- what?!” Minho let his arm fall limply to his side and away from Jisung. It was all so sudden. He narrowed his eyes. “Do you mean it?” he whispered, trying not to let his hurt feelings show through and failing miserably. Tears began to form behind his lashes, as much as he tried to push them back.

Jisung leaned down and pulled Minho into a hug. “I still really care for you. You know that, right?”
He felt his soft Christmas sweater begin to dampen. He let Minho cry it out, feeling his shirt and conscience get heavy with the weight of his tears.

“Min-”

“No.” Minho sniffled, using all his will power to rip himself out of Jisung's embrace. “Why?”

“I- I don't-” Jisung stuttered as Minho stood up.

Minho rested a hand on Jisung's upper chest. “Why?” He murmured once again. Jisung stared up at him helplessly, and moved his hands to the back of Minho's thighs to hold him steady as he swayed on the spot.

“Whoa are you okay-”

Minho flopped down onto his lap. His hand was still placed on Jisung's chest, more firmly now than before due to the close proximity. They both stared at it until Jisung put his hand on top of it. He tried to pry Minho's hand off of himself, but instead got gently shoved so that his back hit the soft blankets on the bed. Minho crawled up until he had his knees on either side of Jisung's hips.

Minho leaned down until he could whisper into Jisung's ear.
“You'll tell me later, got it?”

“Aye aye Captain-”

“Shut up.”

“make me”

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It was past 4am when Jisung awoke again, but when he did, he felt disgusting. When he did, he saw a multitude of texts and calls from his crew members. He glanced at one of them, shock taking over his body as he read it.

>come over to our dorm. The rocket is supposed to depart @11am or something later today.
Sent at 1:01am

No wonder he'd missed it.
Jisung shut off his phone and climbed out of his small bed- careful to not wake Minho- and into the shower.

His shower was quick, and lasted no more than five minutes. His bag was already packed, as he'd been expecting to be called away. As he was tugging on a fresh pair of joggers, he sent a quick text to Chan, saying that he was on his way over.

After pulling his favorite hoodie on, Jisung was ready to go.

Well, almost ready to go.

He cast a single look back at Minho, who was shivering, since the duvet had somehow fallen off the bed, leaving him exposed.

Sighing, Jisung set down his stuff.
He pulled the comforter over his former lover, and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his face.

“I'll be back, I hope. Just,.... don't wait for me, okay?”

And he walked out.

Without leaving a note or anything.

He walked out, on Christmas day.





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Um
OoPs????

I-

Roses are red
Memes are neat
I cringe at myself
Lmao yEET

But yeah now you can see why Jisung feels bad bc he really loves Minho and I-

Guys Minho woke up alone on Christmas day :0

Anygays I'm going on a road trip so here's thiS update to tide you over until I get wifi or whatever ;-;

Be safe I love you pls don't hate me byE

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