𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Minsung: Untied

It's been a while since I updated this book but I still love seeing all the votes and comments so thank you for reading no matter how long ago I published the chapters !!

I'm updating just to say I have a new book out called Untied. It's a shorter book, as of right now the ending is in chapter 10 but the chapters are long and I'm still making changes so who knows. Chapter 1 is already published so if you like this book maybe go check it out :D

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Everyone has a someone for life, a soulmate that's tied to them by a single piece of red string, that's simply how it works. Yet from the day he was born, Jisung's had no soulmate, no real parents, nothing.

Minho's had quite the normal life, apart from the fact that when he was young, his red string turn to black dust. He watched his soulmate live and die without ever seeing their face.

Maybe once their strings were tied and somewhere along the way they lost their grip on each other. But now, they're simply drifting, waiting to cross each other's path.

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Anyways, here's a small bit of the book for fun :)

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"Minho!" Minho slowed down. Carefully turning around with little confidence. "Look me and Hyunjin..." Jisung couldn't find the words.

"It's fine, I don't care, it's not my business," Minho rambled, with a passive aggressive smile.

"Then why are you leaving?" Jisung looked around in question.

"Because- I don't know! I'm mad?" Jisung scrunched his eyebrows together.

"About what? Mad at me?" Jisung pointed to himself, feeling his chest tighten again.

"No- yes? I don't know, okay? I just...think you and Hyunjin don't suit each other." Minho looked at him, glancing up and down at him.

"Don't suit each other? It's not like we're getting married, what about you and that girl on the couch?" Minho readjusted for a second.

"Me and- what does that have to do with this?" Minho furrowed his brows. Jisung loosened his features, folding back in on himself.

"Uh...well, I mean, why can you kiss some random girl and I can't kiss Hyunjin?" Jisung gained back a little confidence, he crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for an answer.

"It's different," Minho simply stated.

"How?" Jisung yelled at him.

"He's my friend, and you're my friend...it's...just, forget it. Go back inside and have fun, ask Hyunjin to give you a lift home." Minho started back to his car, only to be stopped again.

"Wait." Minho turned with a long breath, giving Jisung impatient eyes. "Don't be mad at me." Jisung had a softer tone. The wrinkles caused by the strained face Minho wore were flattened as his hands loosened.

"We were fighting, I'm going to be mad." Minho tried to explain but the more he did, the less angry he became.

"I know, can you just take me home and we can forget about this, please?"