Not made for me - Minsung

Chapter 2

He woke up pretty early that day, it wasn't the kind of habits he had.

He felt anxious the second he woke up, wanting nothing more than going back to sleep, he simply hated having to do and feel anything. But that mood wasn't healthy and he knew it. He sighed and went out of his bed, not taking the time to tidy his bed up, he would sleep in it later anyways.

He looked at his phone for a few minutes before doing anything, and then went to his bathroom, taking the terrible pills he had to ingest every day, avoiding looking at his sleepy face in the mirror. He still faced it, feeling nauseous at the sight, but shrugged it off, going downstairs to eat something. He ate a small breakfast, he hated working out when he hadn't eaten, and put his training clothes on, leaving his house to go to the gym.

On his way, Hyunjin texted him, wanting to know if Jisung was still coming later

Rap better

Still coming tonight?

don't forget it's at seungmin's

yeah

ofc

nice

my roommate will be there

i'll talk with him about how annoying it must be to live with you

nah

he likes me

i think

why do you even still have a roommate at your big age

hey

22 isn't that old

and bc i can't afford that big ass house alone

why don't you move in with your boyfie

seungmin and i like to have our own space

we'll move in together later

boring

shut up

Jisung snickered at his phone. He thanked Hyunjin on his mind. The latter didn't know, but the little conversation they just had, helped Jisung have a better mindset for the day. He loved distractions.

The day was uneventful for Jisung. He went to the gym and worked out, he went home and wrote a shit ton of lyrics, most of them being thrown to the bin. Boring, you could say.

But it was already late, and he went back to his room, wanting to get ready for the party.

He tried an uncountable number of outfits, none of them suiting his will, and his whole mind was aching because of the amount of time he had spent in front of his mirror because of it. But he needed something that screamed 'I'm Jisung and I'm confident' and he couldn't find it.

When he was almost tearing out the hair on his head because of how frustrated he was, he finally found the perfect outfit, sticking to some large pants and a cute mesh top, still putting a jacket on to not show his tiddies to the whole world.

He texted his best friend, telling him he was on his way, and he left, already thinking about the way he will flirt tonight.

Arriving at Seungmin's doorstep, he let a smile grow on his face as he heard the music coming from it. It wasn't that loud, but he loved the song and it was enough. As Seungmin opened the door, he grinned, giving Seungmin a big hug and entering the house, every step done with confidence, a fake one, but still.