our love | minsung ✗

twelve.

「𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗱𝗮𝘆」

"do your late night thoughts
ever lead you back to me?"
— faraway

jisung didn't feel as if he were lying when he said minho would look good anything. but yet he was unexpectedly surprised when he watched the older walk out the bathroom with his new colored dyed damped hair. minho is an unbelievable stunning man. when he walked out the bathroom jisung felt like the entire world had gown slow mode just for him. as if the universe itself knew how much gorgeous minho was.

minho probably knew it. of course he did.

it was no wonder he had so much confidence in himself. but yet why didn't he use that beauty? why was it he declined every person that wanted his number? if jisung were minho, he'd go on and about having so many people behind his back. he'd give his number out to anyone who asked and later forget all about it.

at that point, that was when jisung would envy his best friend. why did god decide to give such beauty to an introvert who doesn't do anything besides stare at his best friend? but then again, jisung thought it was for the best. he thought god's plan of making minho have such ethereal beauty instead of him having it, was quiet explainable. maybe god wanted to hand that beauty to someone who knew how to protect it and only use it for good reasons; a safer option, rather than someone (like jisung) who would use that beauty as if it were a lucky charm.

you see, jisung's personality was the complete opposite as to minho's. the younger liked to play around with people and manipulate them as if he knew that they'd never go against him. but even so, when he found himself alone; it was then that his own-self were regretting what he had done, and he'd began hating his own personality alone in the silence. jisung knew that what he was doing was cruel and selfish, but yet he couldn't find it within himself to change his messed up personality.

it was when people tell you to change for the better.

when you tell yourself to change into someone better. into someone new and kinder. but yet, it feels like it'll never happen because you're so used to who you are that you can't even fight your own hate but just let it slide hoping one day someone would finally awake you up and walk out of your life, so then you can finally see how someone precious has left you because of your own ugly nasty personality.

who knows, maybe jisung is waiting for something like that to happen to him.

in a way, you could say jisung had minho wrapped around his finger; and they both knew it. but never wanted to admit it or say it out-loud afraid that then, they'll realize how harmful and unhealthy their relationship will sound or seem.

anyone would call them out for being the worst kind of love one could have.

but what is love without a bit of hurt?

jisung lowered his head when he realized how his thoughts have began taking the wrong turn into something between possessiveness and cruelty.

he slowly walked up to minho, the older's gaze moving with each step jisung took forward. the grin that had curled up in minho's lips when he saw jisung's reaction when he got out the bathroom slowly drifted away once he noticed the younger's sudden change of expression. as soon as jisung was at a perfect distance where minho could easily pull him into a hug, the younger mumbled a "i need to go. i'll see you later" so quick that it gave minho no thought to process the whole thing as jisung was soon opening the front door and walking out in no time.

minho's brows furrowed in confusion and he quickly walked to his front door to run after the younger but when he walks out his apartment, he sees jisung already taking the elevator. the doors about to close.