not meant to be. | Minsung

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Jisung, being the interesting guy he was, had once sent one of his men to go follow Minho. Yes. Follow Minho to his house. Why? He didn't know, he was just creepy as fuck. Never mind 😍-- so that's how Jisung knew where Minho lived.
That's also why Jisung found himself crawling into the window stupid Minho had left unlocked at 2 in the morning. You'd think that he would just ask a friend to send him his address to hang out or something, but no, he just had to break in.
It had its perks, he could maybe find more about who exactly Minho worked for and how Jisung could ultimately avoid them, so he could also gain out of this. That wasn't his true intention, he didn't know his true intentions. He was just weird.
So there he was, crawling into Minho's windows. He slowly closed it, trying not to make any noises. His heart thumped knowing that his fucking ex-lover was sleeping somewhere upstairs, and it both frightened and excited him at the same time.
He began to walk around, taking small, slow footsteps. It wasn't hard for him to find Minho's workplace, the door was left wide open. Stupid Minho. So Jisung took the opportunity to make his way towards it, but his ass was walking too fucking slow 😍  slow enough to make creaking noises as he walked 😩😩😩

Minho slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes before sitting up straight. Minho looked around because he swore he heard something but didn't know what. Minho opened his door and peeked out there. Minho just sighed, he was becoming paranoid again. Yes, again, he saw someone following him, or he assumed. He managed to convince himself that he was being dramatic and that's how he went to sleep. But now, all those thoughts were coming back again. He let out a deep breath before walking downstairs. He kept looking around even when it was dark and he could see nothing. Minho swore he saw something move though, he rubbed his eyes. Was he seeing things? I mean it was pitch black, his mind could be playing tricks on him. Minho held his head as he felt himself having a headache. He huffed, too much was fucking happening for him to comprehend. Minho just decided to give himself sleep medicine and risk someone being in his house while he slept. Or it could just be one of his cats making all that ruckus. "Jesus christ Minho you're going insane." He told himself, shaking his head as he got himself a cup of water.

Jisung grimaced as his foot landed on yet another floorboard that made a creak. And then came footsteps down the stairs. His whole body jolted as he heard thumping from the stairwell. Did he move from where he was? No. His body was just paralyzed in fear. He couldn't move, and he was praying to god that Minho couldn't see him in the darkness. It was probably too late to hide somewhere, as the footsteps had made it's way to the first floor. He just stood there, still, fingers crossed that he just blended into the shadows. Just hoped that Minho thought nothing of it and just went back to sleep. Jisung wasn't one to get scared- but the fear he felt at the moment made his whole body shudder. He slightly moved his leg because of the uncomfortable position and great, there go the creaking floorboards. He exhaled as he acknowledge the fact that he was fucked (literally 😍 /j)

Minho heard a creak behind him, placing the cup of water down, and turning around. "Hello?" Minho wished he brought his phone with him so he would've had a nearby flashlight but no, he had to walk into the living room and turn the light on. But before he could do that he ran into a strong muscular figure. Minho immediately touched the other face, like a weirdo, but you know the other probably would've ran if Minho walked over to the light switch. Minho soon recognized the features, opening his mouth in surprise. "Jisung- Oh what the fuck?! What are you doing in my house, you weirdo?" Minho asked, staring at the boy who could barely be seen and huffed. "You scared the crap out of me." Minho grabbed his hand and walked towards the light switch, turning it on. "Now let's talk because what the actual fuck?" Minho said, pushing him on the couch and sitting at the other end. "What are you doing here?"

Jisung's eyes narrowed. "Were you not asleep?" He asked, avoiding the question. He didn't have an answer to it. He would just look like a complete creep if he said 'i don't know'- so he avoided it- not that he didn't look like a creep now- he was. "You were supposed to be asleep. Why are you awake?" Jisung leaned his head back against the couch and folded his arms over his chest. The thin t-shirt he was wearing made his muscles quite prominent, especially if he folded his arms like that. Jisung did not expect to see Minho, otherwise, he would have worn something a bit more presentable that wasn't a thin white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He probably looked so unprofessional right then. Jisung couldn't help but think how adorable Minho looked with his face groggy and his hair disheveled. He looked so cute and Jisung wanted to ruffle his hair back down so badly.