Pov Jisung

"He hates me. Minho, he absolutely hates me."

Jisung stuttered, while sobbing on Minho's arm. He knew exactly why Seungmin sang that song.

Would it be bad if he said that he kinda liked the fact that Seungmin was jealous? But he didn't at the same time.

He knew what Hyunjin showed him, and he had to do something as fast as possible, to save the relationship he had with Seungmin, whatever that was it.

"He doesn't hate you. Calm down."

Minho said, trying his best to make the younger calm down for a minute. But he just couldn't.

He had some sort of panic attack. That hadn't happened in ages. Now Jisung couldn't calm down, and his breath felt like stopping.

"Jisung? Jisung! Look at me. It will be alright. I promise. It will all be fine. Seungmin knows that you would never do anything like that."

"No. No he- he hates me! He hates my guts! I will never see him again."

Minho didn't let go off Jisung, neither did the younger. Jisung was feeling really safe in Minho's hug.

He started to breathe well again, and slowly got off Minho's arms. But that was only until he got a call from Hyunjin.

"What's wrong? Did anything happen to Seungmin?"

"No. But something was about to happen. All because of Heather. He- he almost died, Jisung."

Jisung dropped his phone, accidentally, because of what he heard. There was no way Seungmin almost died because of him.

He could hear Hyunjin calling his name, but he didn't bother to pick up his phone. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to do it.

He was soon unconscious on the floor, next to his phone. Probably Minho hung up, and tried to wake up Jisung as soon as possible.

Jisung quickly woke up, but without being able to remember what Hyunjin had told him. Tho that was not for long.

Minho reminded him. Jisung was now more calm than before, maybe a lot more than what he was supposed to be.

"Do you realize what I'm saying? Yo, did you hit your head badly when you fell down?"

"I understand what you're saying. I just want to see him. I need to see him. Even if he doesn't want to. Please?"

Minho sighed, and stood up, offering his hand to Jisung so he could help him stand up too, and get into the car.

As they drove off, Jisung started to worry. Seungmin would always find the worst ways to avoid Jisung.

They all ended up with Jisung getting hurt emotionally or physically. But whatever was it, Seungmin enjoyed it.

He was scared that he'd do something like that again this time. He had a feeling. His instincts were telling him that something was definitely wrong.

But Seungmin not only didn't do anything, but he also agreed on talking to Jisung, like nothing happened.

Jisung explained everything. He told Seungmin every single, small detail. But Seungmin didn't seem to believe him.

"Are you done?"

Seungmin asked once Jisung stopped talking, and the elder nodded slightly, a bit scared of what Seungmin would do next.

"Great. Now get out of here, get out of my sight. I don't even want to know you."

Jisung closed his eyes, trying to stop his tears from flowing down his cheeks, but that only helped them do it.

"I wish I could hate you like you do."

"Hating you is the only way it doesn't hurt."

Seungmin said, finally letting his own tears stream down his face, making Jisung's heart even weaker than it already was.

The elder slowly wiped away his tears, and got out of Seungmin's house. But he was unable to go farther than the front door.

Why would Seungmin do that? Why couldn't he believe him? And what exactly did he mean when he said that hating him is the only way it doesn't hurt?

Jisung had so many questions that he couldn't ask. He was scared to ask. Only one person had the answers, and that person hated him.

How could Jisung live like that, after he was in good terms with Seungmin? Even if it wasn't for a long time.

Something could've happened if they were still friends. Jisung had a chance to get with Seungmin, and now he lost it.

And all because of Heather. Jisung really hated that girl, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings, unlike Seungmin who didn't care about Jisung at all.

Tho he was kinda right. The picture was so well edited that Jisung seemed like he really wanted to kiss Heather. Jisung would be mad too.

But why was Seungmin so mad? Jisung needed to know. He couldn't ask, but still, he really wanted to know.

Why did that have to happen to me? What did I do wrong?

He was lost in his own thoughts, when someone just showed up in front of him, out of nowhere.

Jisung looked up, and was surprised to see Felix there. He immediately wiped his tears away, and gave Felix a warm smile as he stood up.

"It's not your fault. We know exactly what happened. Seungmin told us everything. And even tho he doesn't really believe you, we do."

"'We'? You're alone."

Felix turned around, and they both saw Jeongin running towards them, being completely out of breath.

"I'm not alone. He just stopped to tie up his shoelaces."

Felix said, finally returning the smile to Jisung. Jeongin went next to him, wrapping his arm around the elder's neck.

"Hyung, we're not allowed to talk to you because he said that you're bad for everyone, but we can help you get him back. Well, get back whatever you guys had before. We just need to use Heather."

"What? No no no, I'm not using anyone. I might look like that snob player, but I'm not like that, I swear."

Felix and Jeongin looked at each other, and then at Jisung with an 'okay, your loss' look that scared Jisung.

"Fine, I'll do it. For Seungmin. He hates Heather, and she also hates him. If someone hates someone I care about, I automatically hate that someone, especially if my person hates them too."

Jisung was in love with Seungmin, and they could all see it. It was really obvious anyway. Even a stranger could tell.