minho and jisung broke up in highschool. now in college, they haven't seen each other since.
their friend group stayed the same throughout their years, and subtly tried to make them meet.
but one was always busy.
"come on, ji. you can't miss another movie night."
chan pleaded to his friend over the phone, honestly just wanting jisung to go since minho could. they did break up on bad terms, mainly misunderstandings.
which could go horribly.
the group was already at chan's house, and jisung was driving home. "chan, i- fine. i'll be there in 5."
chan hung up with a wide smile, hoping that he can get the two together again. he walked out to the living room again and saw felix running his fingers through minho's newly dyed purple hair.
chan nodded at felix with a smile and started to fix minho's hair. the doorbell rang and chan felt the anxiety in his stomach at the exes meeting again.
the movie started playing a while ago and the rest were on the couch all cuddled up, watching it.
felix went to the door and opened it. he had a wide smile and hugged jisung quickly. "come in, come in!"
minho went the fridge, grabbing himself a water bottle. he heard felix speaking loudly from the front door and huffed.
he went over, locking eyes with the person he never though he'd have to see again. jisung's eyes widened as he stared at minho.
"minho? you-"
he shook his head, not believing that he was here. he was supposed to be in malaysia for 3 years. had it been 3 years?
cause holy shit did jisung look good. he had a lip ring now and tattoos over his sleeveless arms. his hair was silver instead of blond.
he eyed chan who had a nervous smile. he felt tears pricking his eyes, and he spun on his heels to distance himself away in the bedroom.
he put his hand over his heart, exhaling slowly. "no fucking way." there was a knock in the door and he prayed to the gods that it wasn't jisung.
the door opened and jisung awkwardly smiled. minho sighed, sitting on the bed as jisung closed the door behind him.
"so," jisung stuffed his hands in his sweatpants pockets. "it's been a while." he sat next to minho on the bed and the older glanced at him before quickly looking away.
"yeah, it has," he cleared his throat. "how- how was malaysia?" his voice cracked and he gripped his thighs.
"it was good. i was pretty heartbroken for the first year or so, though." he eyed minho. "crazy, huh?"
minho gulped. "that-" tears flooded his eyes. "that's not fair. you can't just turn up and make me feel bad about leaving you."
"you didn't 'leave me,' minho," he stood up and scoffed. "you broke my heart!" minho bit his lip, nodding.
"i know- okay? i know what i did. what do you want from me, jisung? an apology?"
minho stood up quickly and jisung held his waist on instinct. the older smacked his hands off as his vision blurred before clearing up.
"be careful-"
"i'm fine, jisung. i'm still taking my meds."
he hated how jisung could still remember everything.
"i don't want an apology. i want an answer. just- just one question. can you answer it?"
minho hummed, gaze catching the younger's. jisung eyed minho's hand and shrugged. "do you still have it?"
minho closed his eyes, lips pursing. "why? of fucking course i still have it, jisung."
their promise rings.
"you said forever with those rings, minho. no matter how pissed off we were with each other, we promised to never let go of those rings."
jisung held out his hand, finger still having the ring on it. "not until we stopped loving each other."
"so, what? you still love me? even after i broke your heart and left you sobbing in the airport?"
"of course i still love you, minho. i never stopped. but you did. which is what you told me."
minho let the tears slip down his cheeks and cried. "i- i didn't mean anything i said, ji. you just- you weren't going to live your dream because of m-me!"
jisung hugged him tightly, the latter wapping his arms around jisung tightly. "i know. i understand why you did it, min. you could've told me instead of telling me you didn't love me anymore and broke up with me."
minho sniffed, nose red as they pulled away. jisung cupped his cheeks, wiping his tears and kissing his forehead.
"let's start over, yeah?"
