Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

19. The Pain that Decieved Me

First of all I want to say, there's no hate towards any idol as this is purely a fanfiction.

Walking around the hall in the dark among the blasting music Jisung collided with many people. Some glared at him for being absent minded while some offered him to room. But Jisung wasn't in the right mind to give a response.

His best friend since middle school had a thing going on with the roommate and he died know. Jisung wondered why would Felix hide something like that from him. He thought Felixntrusted him and told him everything. He promised there would be no secrets. And he lied. For how long or when did all this stared, Jisung had no idea.

Was this since he broke up with Chan? But it's been months.

Jisung clenched had his fist, giving a hard pound to the wall. He closed his eyes. The thought of Felix lieing to his face kept popping in the mind. He tried to make up his mind by they were just doing it because of those much they drank. But there were no vail.

Jisung opened his eyes.

I am doing the same, aren't I?

Guilt washed over him and he sighed. He had been taking help from Felix's dance group leader aka senior in modern dance class. The person Felix have been hating since day one. His ex's bestest friend. The guy would gets us in trouble everytime he came for the dorm Inspections. The guy Jisung's heart would race like a wind over a meadow.

Jisung chocked.

He is no better than him.

"Han Jisung?"

Jisung raised his head. But as soon as he did he regretted it. Fear ran along his body. His eyes widened looking from his head at the long haired raven girl with an amusing smirk. Beside him was another familiar face, he was frowning at Jisung.

Typical.

Jisung removed himself from the wall glaring back the boy. He tried to push away his fear and show a brave face, but internally he was screaming. The girl stepped closer to him, making Jisung step back. She blinked and let out a high pitch laugh.

"Don't be afraid Jisung." She smirked twirling her hair. "It's been three years since your sorry ass left for good, seriously." She frossed her arms. Jisung snickered at her. "You look much better now, thank god you finally threw those glasses away, they looked terrible on you."

"What the fuck are you doing here Wonyong?" He glared.

She laughed again. Oh, how much Jisung hated that laugh. That laugh has done so much damage to him. It has made him cry, self conscious, almost have an eating disorder and self harm. He blinked back as the tears as the memories flooded his brain.

"Get the fuck away from me." He mumbled.

And that got her laughing fit to a stop. "You've got some guts." She stepped closer flicking his forehead but he ducked away. "And some brain cells." She shrugged stepping back.

Don't let yourself trapped in them, Jisung. Ignore, her words are just a waste of oxygen.

He turned away walking away but Wonyong came after him and blocked his way. He tensed and turned the other side, only to be stopped by the boy. He smirked at him. Jisung froze.

The last time he saw him, he had blond hair now it's dyed in purple with some raven strands.  He has changed. His face elongated and cheeks a bit sunken. Jisung can't help but remeber how much he bothered him asking him to go out and at the end to side up with Wonyong-his sister to torture him till he break down in to pieces.