I Thought I Was The Only One

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Jisung glances down at his phone, typing surreptitiously.

I think I'm going to do it.

The response comes in almost instantly

Really? Okay. When??

Today. Don't know when exactly. Maybe after the movie's over.

That's only ten minutes, Jisung.

He swallows nervously. I know.

Good luck🫡

He grins, grateful at how supportive y/n is being, not making a huge deal over it all. Thanks y/n.

Anytime, J

Jisung exhales quietly, thinking it all over. It's been almost an entire month since he told his closest friend, Lee Y/n, that he's borderline in love with one of their best friends, Lee Minho. Y/n hasn't told anyone, just as she promised.

Jisung glances over at her. She's sitting next to her twin, Felix, and laughing and he tries to count how many freckles he has. They have the same smile, and she has more body freckles than face freckles, but that's maybe where the physical similarities end. Except for their face shape. Their face shapes are identical.

While Felix is soft and warm, a living ray of sunshine, y/n is bold and outspoken. Felix likes to bake, and y/n likes to eat what he bakes. Felix enjoys dancing, while his sister enjoys boxing. They both love music and animals, and Jisung can't help but find their differences a comical contrast to their similarities.

On Felix's other side, closest to Jisung, is Bang Chan, the oldest of them all. His biceps bulge as he hugs his arms to his chest while he giggles. And when he reaches forward. And when his arms are just hanging at his side. It's something Jisung loves about Chan: he giggles. He doesn't just laugh, he giggles. Chan has a bright, open smile that makes you feel safe and secure.

What Jisung can't help but notice with dismay, however, is the fact that Minho is on y/n's other side, farthest from him. Minho, who Jisung met a year before he met y/n, is a dancer, like Felix, but he's practically an elite. He's somewhat mysterious, at least, that's how Jisung feels. Minho has a habit of crinkling his nose when he smiles, and sometimes, his eyes widen, making his resemblance to a cat almost uncanny. The way he rolls his eyes or teases in a way that's almost demeaning, but not quite.

God, it's enough to make a guy go insane, Jisung thinks, fighting the faint splotches of pink coloring his cheeks. What is wrong with me?

Nothing, is what y/n said.

Jisung glances at the TV. T-minus four minutes, not including the credits. But they never watch the credits unless it's a Marvel movie.

All too soon, the television shuts off, and panic begins to set in.

What? Jisung thinks. No, I need at least five more minutes!

Chan, totally oblivious, stretches, his arms reaching upwards. "Well. That was an unexpected one."

Y/n laughs. "Speak for yourself, Channie," she says with an eye roll, "you've just never payed attention the five other times we've watched it." Catching Jisung's eye, she cocks an eyebrow, silently asking if he's okay.

He nods slightly. I'll be fine.

She turns away. "Minho," she says, grabbing his arm, "what do you want to do?"

"First, get off me." He pries her hand off of him. "Second, I, personally, am going to drink some water, as should all of you."

"And then?" Y/n persists.