Crying about a break up in your best friend, Jisung's, arms wasn't on your schedule today but so wasn't the break up. guess we can't have everything.

Jisung rubbed small circles on the small of your back causing you to choke out plenty more sobs. you sniffled, your tears were soaking his white tee but he couldn't care enough. You were nestled between his legs on his bed, your arms wrapped around him as your tears just kept flowing. Jisung tightened his embrace around you, one of his hands carding through your tresses, the other rubbing lazy lines up your back and waist, he was warm and comfortable, your safe place.

After a while, jisung lifted your face up gently so you could look at him, he saw your teary face, puffy eyes and red face, your lips trembling as another sob threatened to escape. Jisung swore a piece of his heart broke at the sight.

"Repeat after me, darling, you don't love him."

Jisung began, his voice low and caring, laced with comfort and compassion. He pushed his head gently towards yours, pressing your forehead against his as his soft, warm breath fanned against your cheek.