Seungmin had been completely erased from Jisung's life.
He and Minho hung around together in school like the bestest of friends. Students wondered how these two even became friends — was it by chance?
Ever since Minho told Jisung that the library was his favourite space to sit and talk, that became the place they always came back to in whatever circumstances: the both of them leaning back on the sturdiest of bookshelves, tracing the stitches on the books' spines and watching the dirt and grime wash off on their fingers.
"Jisung, I'm going to ask you something."
His head turned. Whenever Minho wanted to say something, he would just say it. What was stopping him? A prodigy doesn't need to stall.
Minho took that as his cue to continue.
"Are you bored?"
Jisung sat up. No, because when Minho came into his life, everything became interesting — all by chance. Right? It was by chance? It was their destiny from the beginning. Hasn't it been that way thus far?
There was so much waiting to slip out of his mouth. It was clawing out of his throat. It ripped out his tongue in the process of escaping. So nothing came out, and all the ordinary boy could do was shake his head.
"What were you bored of before?"
How did he know?
Jisung had merely been a miserable little pebble. He couldn't even absorb any of Minho's greatness on that day from chapter one where the results were being pinned up. Pathetic, right?
"I think I know the answer," Minho grinned, ear-to-ear, eye-to-eye, heart-to-heart, beginning-to-end. "You were bored of everything. Until you met me."
You're right, Minho.
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MY OWN STORY. minsung
FanfictionMinho is special. Jisung knows that's true for a fact, but still can't wrap his head around the concept of prodigies in itself. It's that moment when an unreadable boy comes along: he worsens his prescription; blurs his world; then ruthlessly kills...
