the dance teacher

chapter 11

Y/n pov
Just when my mum was persuading me to get a boyfriend I heard the front door open. It must be Jisung.

'Bye mum, I got to go. See you tomorrow.' I smiled and hung up.

As I made my way to the front door, my eyes widened when I saw Jisung stumbling in, face and arms full of blood, cuts and bruises.

'Omg Jisung?! What the fuck happened?' I immediately helped him to sit on the couch.
'Y/n~~ You look beautiful today....' He gave me a crooked smile.

'Jisung you're drunk!! What happened?!' I started to clean and dress his wounds.
'I love you so much y/n~~' He tried to kiss me.

'Jisung!?' I pushed him away.
I got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to get him water.
'Y/n.... Do you hate me...?' I turned around and saw that his eyes was glistening with tears.

'Sungie.... Of course I don't... Why would you say that?!' I held his cheeks and made him look at me.
'Then why did she hate me...? She left me for another guy. Am I not good enough?' He whispered.
'You're good enough for me. They... Just don't know how to appreciate you...' I sighed.

'Jeonghan... He broke up with you because of me...' He looked down.
'What are you talking about?! I won't let anyone into my life if they can't accept the people around me. You are very important to me Jisung. Without you I would probably not be here anymore.' I squished his cheeks a little.

'When you find someone to be with, please don't leave me, okay?' He looked so sad I could cry with him as well. 
'I won't leave you. You're irreplaceable, you understand?!' I hugged him and stroked his hair. 

'I love you so much, my kiwi.' He whispered. 

'I love you too, Han Jisung.' He smiled and fell asleep.