Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

4. You Already Feel It

Four days.

Jisung has been struggling to built up some decent lyrics. His phone has been ri gingbwith calls and messages from Chan. He has been utterly frustrated. The only thing comes to is mind is 'I'll miss you when you are gone'.

"Dammit." He muttered rolling on his bed.

Hyunjin and Felix had taken the weekend to visit their parents. And Jisung is alone in their dorm room. He was bored and he can't possibly go home with this tight deadline.

Trying to distract his mind he took his phone scrolling through social media. Once of twice he would come through a photo of Lee Minho. Jisung would stare at him scanning his perfect torso while biting his lip. Then would think how he wouldn't wear the same clothe more than a week and blame his overly spending habit.

Well, he is in a college full of rich snobs.

A sudden knock snapped him out of his thoughts. Groaning, Jisung  opened the door.

"Hyung." He spoke looking at the older.

Chan nodded at him. "Why aren't you answering my calls."

Jisung stepped aside letting Chan inside. He watched as Chan looked at around his eyes land on Felix bed. Jisung exactly knew what is going on Chan's mind. All those dirty work they did on there making their room unholy.

"I was busy. Aren't you the one who asked to me write a song?"

Chan glanced at him with tierd eyes. "Yes but it's been a week."

"Writing needs time."

That was clearly a lie. Jisung knows and Chan too. Everyone in this campus knows Han Jisung doesn't need time to write a song.

Chan starred at him. Finally he sighed running his hand through his hair. "Look if you are in a writer's block you can tell me-"

"I am not in a writer's block." Jisung words came out stren. He didn't intend to but Chan got startled. Jisung gulped. "I...I actually need a good subject matter..." Chan raised his eyebrow. "Rather than a boaring breakup or a sad song... you know." Jisung shrugged.

Chan nodded. "I get it. There's plenty, actually. About the social welfare, poverty or something deep you have realized in your life." Chan gripped Jisung's shoulder. "Or... the infatuation, obsession. Simply... lust."

Jisung scrunched his eyebrow. "I'm sorry but I don't have experience in passionate love."

Chan clicked his tongue. "I think you should step out from your comfort zone to experience that."

Chan started walking  towards the door. Before opening it, "Think about it, we are in a tight corner. If you need advice, you know where to find me." With that he was gone.

Jisung slumped down on his chair. His mind ringing with the words Chan said.

Passionate love. Lust. Words he is not quite familiar with. Jisung never though of love. Actually he didn't need it as long as he have friends and family, that's what he thought. He had watched his friends fall in love. They were happy at first like honey in a bee hive. They were so close to gather every amount t of it. But when the bee stings, they fell apart. Only pain and heart break was left in the end.

Jisung has seen the process. He's still witnessing the out put.

And he has no intention to go through it.

Fishing out his phone under the sheet he began to dial. There's only one person who can help him with this. A guy who used to date several people and have plenty of hookups. Someone who knows about this topic more than Jisung.