Minsung Oneshots

Don't read the last page Pt. 3

That night, Jisung walked into his room, shutting the door behind him with unnecessary force as he got into bed. Anger was seething inside him as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Why? Why did it feel like Minho was pushing him away? Did he realise that Jisung had feelings for him and was trying to avoid heartbreak?

Well, too fucking late for that.

Jisung had Minho's diary with him, and, even if he wanted to do as Minho said and read one page a day, curiosity was killing him.
He opened the diary to the first page.

Hey Jisung

If your reading this right now, then I've probably died. Or gone crazy. Either way, something has happened to me cause I would never, ever give this diary to you while I was in my right mind. I'm pretty sure your wondering why. Well, that has a simple answer. It's because this diary is all about you. Heck, I made it so I could write all about you. Please don't think of me as a creep right now, cause I'm not. You'll understand what I'm saying in the rest of the pages.

Just, don't read the last page.

Jisung turned to the next page eagerly. On and on he read, tears now freely falling from his eyes, stinging the black ink on the thin papers, making the slightly messy, cursive handwriting of Minho turn blurry and blotchy.

Every word just made Jisung fall in love with Minho more and more. The way he described all those situations that felt ordinary and mundane to Jisung at that time just felt so much more special now that he was seeing it through Minho's point of view. Every emotion portrayed in those words pierced Jisung's heart as he read further and further, forgetting about the outside world, forgetting about

everything going on around him. He was so engrossed in Minho's writing that he didn't even notice the sliver of sunlight streaming through his window slowly. He didn't hear the latch of the front door click lightly. He didn't even feel the now empty atmosphere settling over the house silently, impeccably.

For now, the only world that existed for Jisung was inside those stained pages of that black diary.

Hey!

You know, I almost forgot to write an entry today, I was so sick. But, you know, everything feels so surreal at the same time. Its 3 pm right now, I think, and your sleeping next to me peacefully. You look so cute goddamnit! I just wanna squish those fluffy cheeks of yours! But that's not all. For the first time today, you seemed so genuinely concerned about me. You seemed terrified to leave my side even after my fever had subsided. And you even made me soup, which I wouldn't have thought was humanely possible cause the last time you entered the kitchen you almost burned it down. Not that I'm complaining. It tasted amazing too. You know, it was so difficult for me to resist the urge to kiss you when you had layed down next to me after saying that you had emailed the teacher that both of us were sick. I felt so happy and loved at that time. God, that sounds so fucking cheesy. I hope I never come across the misfortune of having you see this.

Don't read the last page.

Hey!
You know, today you cried for the first time in front of me! It felt horrible, but it also felt..... good? Umm.... I think I should explain myself before you think of me as evil.

So, you came home today, certain that you failed that Chemistry test of yours. I tried to comfort you but you just wouldn't listen. You went up to your room without eating anything saying that you weren't hungry. Later on, when I went up I heard sniffles coming from your room. I went into your room (after knocking of course) and saw you curled up under the blankets, crying softly. I hugged you for the first time that night and you fell asleep in my embrace. It felt nice that you cried in front of me, because I realised that you trusted me enough to show your feelings to me. Then the next morning, you got an email from your teacher saying that he had confused your marks with someone else's. It was actually so funny since just a while before I was telling you that there may have been a mix up in the marks.