"Every single song I've written so far has been about him. Does that answer the question?"
Minho sits, wide awake in foreign sheets, gazing into the man-made glow beyond the stretched glass windows.
The digital clock beside him blinks 4:09 a.m. He was often up at such a time, contemplating things he shouldn't. But now, it was Jisung. His words. His gaze. His thoughts.
Was it immoral to think of his ex in such a way? Minho had said that it depends. Especially... if said ex was thinking of the exact, same thing.
"You are a part of my life,
If I have to let go now, I'd rather be dead, baby
The pointless argument ends yet again with a goodbye
If this is the last of us, I might just die"— Miserable (You & Me) - J.ONE
The first song Jisung released after the beginning of his solo career.
Yes, Minho may have listened to a couple of his songs in his intense pursuit of knowledge; he couldn't help himself. The thought rattled his brain. Buried itself deep into his flesh. Anyone would spiral into madness not knowing the truth—and he was absolutely desperate to know. Why, though? Minho refused to answer that one.
"What if I hold onto you again?
Could we go back to those times?"— HaPpY - J.ONE
Another.
He curses at such forbidden thoughts. And, instead, he grabs for his phone that's charging on the bedside table and taps on the messages app.
Earlier today, he had finally added Jisung's number to his contacts. Minho couldn't text him, though. Couldn't gather the courage. But now, with hazy eyesight and his phone screaming the time 4:18 a.m. at him, he had that courage.
He clicks on their fresh chats and types something. And then he deletes it. And then he does so once more. He must've been overthinking his message for a particularly long time, because when he eventually comes up with something, the soft luminescence of dawn gently graces his view.
Minho decides to ignore the time for now.
minho:
oh hi jisung
sorry to bother you so late (early)
i doubt ur awake
but uh??
i just found ur number soHe blinks several times at the embarrassing text. Perhaps it was time to surrender to his slumber.
A timid 'ping' a minute after prevents him.
jisung:
u know me?Minho squints at the message. How was Jisung also up at such a time? And what on earth did he mean by that?
minho:
what...
well yeah...
it's me, minhojisung:
OH SHIT
uhm
sorryminho:
it's okay, what are you doing up rn anyway?jisung:
oh
well
i could say the same for you but
i was trying to work on my next song because i have a meeting soon..minho:
ah
how are you feeling about it?
you should try sleeping though
you'll need the energy
but i know you know thatjisung:
yea
it's nerve-wracking but it's okay, i'll be fine
i'll try to sleepminho:
alright well, i'll try with you
hope everything goes well tomorrow
sweet dreams jisung
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U Know Me? ; Minsung
FanfictionA story on how the famous Han Jisung isn't really who he says he is. And who better to know that than Lee Minho, his ex? / ✯ / Jisung and Minho were your classic high school sweethearts. Inseparable, lovey-dovey, sweet... not a sign of toxicity any...