̷W̷e̷.̷ 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 [MINSUNG] Book Two

Chapter 17

Minho had to set the journal down for a moment, feeling pain for past Jisung. He'd never known just how guilty Jisung felt everytime he called him.

It occurred to Minho that he'd have to finish tidying the attic soon, and now would be a perfect time to take a break from reading the journals.

He stood up and walked over to the first cardboard box he saw. After opening it, he regretted choosing that box. It held a few items that seemed random to anyone else, but meant the world to him. A karaoke CD, a brownie recipe he'd never used but kept safe in a plastic sleeve, a tattered flyer for some weird social club, a few pages of handwritten sheet music, a book on Freudian psychology, a plastic toy spider, a baggy white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, a rusted hair clip, a blue blanket that smelt like moths, a tub of aloe vera infused body lotion, and a packet of instant soup that was most likely no longer safe to consume.

It was a box of their group's finest moments, represented by these random objects.

Seeing it all made him want to finish reading the journals, and so he sat back down in the rickety old chair and picked it up, flipping to the next page to find a note.

It was a small paragraph written in pencil instead of pen, clearly not one of Jisung's usual entries seeing as it was written in first person, almost as though it was a note to himself.

'There is no answer. We each have our own answer. And those answers can change. I don't think mine will. It could. And if it does, it will. But for now, he's the answer and until otherwise stated in this book, that's all that matters'

It made Minho tear up a bit, the thought that Jisung really trusts and loves him that much feeling suddenly overwhelming to read, especially since it was directly from Jisung. Even if it was an unstable Jisung from twenty years back.

He flipped to the next page and continued, absolutely engrossed in the stories he knew so well.

He noticed that the dates had stopped, and remembered how after Jisung had seen Seungho, he'd refused to write in the journal for the longest time.

"Another recap then," he spoke out loud to the cobwebs he sat under.