I Thought I Was The Only One

-3-

You hum softly, typing on your computer, finishing something for work.

You're listening to a song that Jisung recorded, and even though it doesn't have any music in it, your best friend's voice is perfect. Angelic. You appreciate how much he's trusted you, first with his songs, then with his feelings...

You turn to flip through your binder, but stop. Was that a bad idea? Encouraging Jisung so much? What if you should've been more passive? Or even tried to dissuade him?

No. You will always be supportive of him, just as he is of you. You will not try to tell him no. To anything.

You can only hope he'll be alright, no matter the outcome

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"What... what do you mean that song's about me?" Minho asks, flustered.

Jisung bites his lip, worried he went too far and blew his chance. "Nothing. Forget it, I just—"

"No, Jisung. You need to tell me what the fuck that means."

Jisung looks up, slightly startled.

"You're telling me that you wrote this song, this song talking about 'cherishing memories' and wishing someone back, as if you romantically love them, and they're gone, about me, and you won't fucking elaborate?"

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You shake off the feeling and flip to the document you're looking for. You've just started typing again when someone knocks on the door, making you look up.

"Hey, Chan," you say with a smile.

"Hey, y/n. Got a sec?"

"Yeah, sure."

He hesitates, seeing your open computer and notes scattered across your desk. "You... you aren't busy, are you?"

"Nothing that can't wait," you say, waving a hand through the air. "Sit down." He does, settling onto the foot of your bed. "What's up?" you ask.

He reaches over, squeezing his left bicep with his right hand in the way he always does when he's a little nervous. "It's about Jisung."

Your stomach jumps. "What about him?"

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"I... I don't..." Any confidence Jisung had vanishes, leaving him jumpy and nervous as all get out.

Minho won't relent. "Jisung. I'm not mad. I'm just... I guess I'm a little confused? Like, you wrote this song. In all honesty, a kind of romantic song, and say it's about me. Please, please explain." He rubs his eyes. "Don't leave me hanging."

Jisung tries and fails to speak. Multiple times.

"Okay, different question: how many other songs have you written about me?"

"A few," Jisung manages to whisper.

"How many is a few?"

"Maybe almost every song in here?" Jisung replies, tapping the pages of his notebook.

Minho chokes out a laugh. "Well then."

"Minho, I—" I what? I can explain? Jisung thinks. Can you, Han? Hell, you can barely explain this to yourself.

Minho leans forward, covering his face with his hands.

"Minho?" Jisung asks tentatively.

His voice muffled, Minho says "I thought I was the only one."