Eleven

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"Shit."

Jisung had finally woken up. He felt so exhausted. More than the physical energy drained from his hook-up last night, he was emotionally tired as well.

He remembered that he slept on the couch when he got home.

Minho must've carried me to bed.

"What?? It's three in the afternoon already?!"

He noticed that he has a lot of messages from Minho. He swiped his phone and read them one by one.

 He swiped his phone and read them one by one

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No.




No.


Jisung immediately got up and called for Minho's name but he was only greeted with silence.

"Minho?"

He opened his bedroom door. No Minho on the couch, nothing on the kitchen. He checked the bathroom. No one.

He rang Minho's number but the call isn't connecting. He was about to send him a message when his mind stopped him.

Maybe it was for the best. With Minho gone, he can just skip to the process of moving on. It was never gonna work in the first place.

Minho can never learn to love him back, and that was the biggest red flag he'll get.


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