minsung oneshots

must be nice💔

this was inspired by "must be nice" by ruel.  

yeah, it's sad, no, i'm not ok. vote, comment, the works. 

Minho--

Minho stared at his screen, scrolling aimlessly through, wasting his time. He needed something to distract him. It took everything he had not to think about him, the way he smiled, the way their hands just fit together. He wondered where he was right now, what he was doing.

shit, he was thinking of him again.

The first few weeks, it was easy to not think about jisung, minho had no idea what he was doing now that they weren't together, he didn't want to know. 

It wasn't until one of his and jisung's mutual friends, felix,  had been talking about him that Minho started to care again. Minho looked down, felix had stopped talking, realizing he had messed up.

"How-how is he?"

"Umm, minho, we don't have to tal-"

"No, I wanna know. How is jisung, felix?"

"He's happy, he has a new boyfriend. They are happy I guess."

"oh." 

That night, minho laid restless in his now way to big bed. How the hell was jisung alright? None of what happened was alright. So minho broke his rules, he looked through all of his ex-boyfriends social media apps. He scrolled through pictures and pictures of Jisung smiling, the sunset, his new boyfriend. 

Felix was right, jisung was happy. How? Minho threw his phone off the bed and rolled to face the wall. How did jisung make it look so easy? If only they talked so he could tell him how to get over them.

Minho wondered how jisung slept so well every night, how all of his smiles seemed real, how he moved on so easily. 

Minho ran a hand over his face, feeling the wetness from tears on his cheeks, "Fuck," he whispered into the dark room, "it must be nice."

The months passed, and minho just became even more distraught. His whole life had been tailored around the idea of him and Jisung being together, now that weren't he didn't know what to do. Chan had to take his phone away when all he did was scroll endlessly through jisung's profile, crying over all the pictures. It should be me.

When he left his home that day, everything became worse.

He bumped into jisung. He wanted to runaway, he hoped that jisung wouldn't recognize him. Minho had grown his hair out long, he changed the navy color for his natural brown. But jisung did.

"Minho? Is that you? No way! How you been?"

Minho shrugged, shoving his hands deep into his jacket pockets, "Fine I guess. You?"

"really great, I'm engaged."

"oh, I'm so glad for you. Congratulations."

Jisung smiled, "Thanks minho, well, I'll see you around I guess."

Jisung shouldered his bag and walked down he street. Minho broke down after jisung left,  he ran back to his and chan's shared apartment and flung himself into his hyung's arms. "it hurts chan. It hurts so bad."

chan wrapped his arms around minho, "what hurts?"

"he's engaged. I told his I was glad for him. But I'm not happy. If only I could be happy."

Chan didn't say anything, just let minho cry his heart out. Minho felt so defeated, "Chan, how  the hell is he ok? Why does he make it look easy for all we had to just end? I want to know what its like to sleep well every night, to have a real smile. I wanna know how to fucking move on from us, but I can't! I'm barely holding on right now!"

"minho, I know it hurts, I can't lie and say I understand, but you're strong. I know you are, you'll find a way through this, I'll be there for you. I promise."

Minho sniffled and hugged chan closer, "thank you chan, i- i trust you."

a few weeks later, minho got an invitation to jisung's wedding in the mail. "Tell me what it's like." He stared at it, the thick cream paper, the elegant script of their names, the aesthetic picture underneath, the dried flowers stamped onto the front, then threw it away.

 he wasn't gonna go. jisung couldn't tell him how to sleep well, or how to smile for real. He couldn't tell him how to move on with his life. Minho had to do it on his own.

He was going to move on. And it was gonna be nice.