̷W̷e̷.̷ 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 [MINSUNG] Book Two

Chapter 1

Minho put the notebook down for a moment, just to smile at the memories. He remembered the day in the car, with Hyunjin's awful driving. Twenty years ago? Couldn't be..

He'd started his day determined to clear out the clutter in his attic, but his plan was interrupted when he found Jisung's two journals. Nothing in the world, not even Jisung himself, could have stopped Minho from reading them.

He loved everything about those journals. It told their story perfectly. He loved that Jisung wrote them in third person. He loved how Jisung was cruel enough to accidentally fill the first journal by ending it with the events of the car incident, basically leaving anyone who read it on a painful cliffhanger.

Despite knowing the entire story, he himself felt on edge after finishing the first journal. He'd sworn to his energetic and demanding boyfriend that the attic would be cleared out by the end of the day, but the urge to read the next journal was greater than his fear of his boyfriend's wrath.

He picked up the next notebook and opened it immediately, diving right back in. This one had dates in it. And the dates were sparse.

"Ah I remember why he did this," he spoke to the walls. "He was procrastinating. He didn't know how to start writing his day to day in the journal, and so he did a recap of events first. And then when he actually started writing present tense-" he laughed a bit. "he didn't even write everyday. Just the significant events jotted down messily. Up until the day-"

The sound of the front door slamming closed startled him.

"I'm home early! You better have finished the attic Min! Or you're gonna have another thing coming!" The voice shouted from downstairs.

Minho stood and moved to the entrance of the attic so he could yell back down. "Don't come up yet! It's not done and I want it to be perfect when you see it!"

"Fine! I'm going to go get some groceries then! Want anything?"

"Cheesecake!"

"Of course!"

Minho waited until he heard the door close again, and immediately sprung back into the rickety old chair he was sitting in. He picked up the second journal and continued.

A/n short and unrelated because I'm a meanie
Sorry for posting a day late, I was severely hungover