Lee Minho, Journal entry #8
I haven't been able to write for a bit. It has been almost a week and we have a performance tomorrow. Jisung remembered it.
Maybe things are getting better.
We finally told Jisung about his illness too. He cried and he hugged me for the longest time ever. Gosh, I love him so much.
I have been spending so much time with Jisung. We went to an amusement park, went to see his family, and we played video games all day long yesterday. He forgot a couple of controls, but it was fun. I kept losing, but he was laughing at me and having fun. That's all that mattered to me.
But now I look at him while he falls asleep in my lap.
And here the tears come.
I have gotten him all the medications that might help and he goes to therapy frequently.
I have bought and tried everything to try and slow the memory loss, maybe even completely get rid of it.
I also told the team about it while Jisung wasn't in the room. Of course, they cried but I tried to assure them that I was doing everything to slow it.
They all come over every night now to have dinner.
They said its because "We never know when the last time is"
But I'll make sure that the 'last time' is only when he and I die of gray hairs and old age.
I'll make sure of it.
Even if it costs me everything.
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Short Story"Cut the act Ji, there's no way you could forget that" "But I can't help it, I forgot" ' There's no way this is true. I don't want to believe him. ' From the pov of Jisung's boyfriend. Minho. Remember‼️ This story is not real, it is a figment of my...
