Hidden Love | Minsung

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~ Third Pov.

Jisung took a sip of his ice americano while waiting for Felix to arrive at the agreed meeting place.

Impatient and nervous at the same time, he tugged at the ribbons of the much too large sweater he was wearing. It was Minho's sweater that he had given him once when it got too cold outside. By now it had lost all scent of Minho.

"Jisung?" the brown haired boy looked up as he heard a deep familiar voice that could only belong to one.

"Hey Lix..." Jisung tried to put on a smile but failed at the attempt alone. The blond haired one noticed his friend's saddened and sorrowful demeanor and sat down across from him.
"Ji... what's wrong? Why did you just leave without saying anything?" Hooked Felix directly, as he was seriously worried. Well, not only him.

"Minho was very worried, he-" the freckle-faced boy paused as he suddenly heard how the older start sobbing softly. Completely perplexed, Felix blinked a few times until he leaned forward and eyed his opposite anxiously.
"Ji- oh gosh, what happened?" Carefully the blond haired one stroked the brown haired one reassuringly with his thumb over the back of Jisung's hand, trying to soothe him somehow.

"Minho, he-" jisung's sentence was interrupted by a sob, trying to wipe away the running tears as he was reluctant to cry in a public place. So he pulled himself together and swallowed the aching lump, also now finally managed to look Felix in the eye.
"I saw Minho with Jhyso..." Jisung said so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

At the words, the blond-haired guy's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wanted to rule out the worst.
"Ji, are you sure? I mean did they-"

"They were kissing!" Jisung pressed out with new tears but couldn't stop his sobs.

Felix's jaw dropped in horror as his face lost all composure.

Minho was supposed to have kissed Jhyso?

Felix doesn't know why, but something about it seemed fishy.
"Ji, are you really sure that Minho kissed Jhyso?"

"I'm not blind Felix! Of course they kissed each other. Besides, it doesn't matter who kissed who." Jisung wiped the tears from his face with his sleeves and tried with all his might to suppress his emotions which didn't work well.

He didn't even know what he was supposed to be feeling at the moment.

Anger, sadness, disappointment, disgust?

He didn't know.

"Ji..." Felix took a deep breath, trying not to say anything wrong now in that moment.
"It very well makes a difference who kissed whom. Maybe Minho didn't mean to?" Reassuringly, the blond-haired boy spoke to his friend, desperately wanting to believe in the good in the matter. Because he just couldn't imagine that Minho would ever start something with Jhyso again.

But since there was no more reaction from Jisung and instead he just sat silently in front of him, Felix sighed and let himself sink back into the chair.
"It's best you talk to Minho."

Immediately Jisung's head snapped up, his eyes widening at the suggestion Felix just brought.
"I think-"

"Ji, talking is the only thing you can do. Listen to his part of the story, then you can make up your mind." Determiningly, Felix looked at Jisung, crossing his arms in front of his chest.