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he tried to sleep. but he just couldn't. he couldn't stop thinking about minho. about what happened a few moments ago. about what happened in the last days.
maybe he should've listened to felix? maybe, after all, his friend was right? he actually wanted to help him?
he was about to call the younger, but just to find out that his phone wasn't on his bedside table as usual. he left it on the table, which was situated in the kitchen, right next to bed minho was sleeping on.
but since the elder was probably sleeping, what could have gone wrong? everything. what if he accidentally woke him up? what if he dropped his phone or closed the door too loudly when going back to his room?
so, for now, jisung decided to stay in his room, trying to sleep. and so did he.
a bright light woke him up, coming from the window in his room. it was still raining, but not as hard as the night before. jisung got up and left his room, finding his best friend sitting at the kitchen's table, a bag in front of him.
❛❛hey lix❜❜ jisung greeted him. ❛❛hey jisung, how are you?❜❜ ❛❛fine i guess. what's in that bag?❜❜ he asked, peeking inside of it. ❛❛for you!❜❜ felix said, handing him a small plate containing some pancakes. ❛❛thank you!❜❜ he smiled.
afterwards, him and felix watched some tv. and he was happy. he felt free.
it was around four in the afternoon when the movie they were watching ended. but suddenly, a hard headache hit jisung. ❛❛jisung! are you okay? what happened?❜❜ the younger asked, getting closer to his friend. ❛❛jisung! jisung wake up!❜❜ a voice screamed. but it wasn't felix. the voice was high-pitched, and it was muffled, as if the owner was not in that room. ❛❛jisung come back!❜❜ the voice shouted again.
jisung shut his eyes closed, his hands covering his face. when the pain level slightly lowered, he opened his eyes once again. but felix was nowhere to be seen. and he wasn't in his living room. he was in his bed, the sky was still dark outside. he checked the clock on the bedside table. 3:23. he slept for two hours. it was all just a dream.
he heard that voice again. ❛❛jisung are you in there?❜❜ he identified that voice as minho's, and reluctantly got up, the headache hitting him again. but his head wasn't just hurting. he felt overwhelmed. nothing felt real anymore.
❛❛jisung!❜❜ tired of hearing the boy's voice, jisung opened the door, finding himself in front of the other boy.
❛❛jisung i can't sleep❜❜ ❛❛are you even real?❜❜ he asked, not even realising he actually said that out loud and not just in his head.
