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jisung didn't go to sleep that day.

his mind was a panic room and he just couldn't even think about sleeping.
before he knew it, his alarm went off.

shit.

the tiredness started quickly coming back to him, and he regretted not sleeping.
as usual, he didn't eat breakfast and he went straight to the bathroom.

he splashed his face with cold water, and he hoped that it will wake him up a little.

spoiler alert, it didn't.

eyes barely opened, he went to the JYPE building.

he had no idea where Minho was today, so he decided to text him.
after all, he needed to be with him and tell him that he has a song that he can sing.

of course, it wasn't the one he was writing with his heart out yesterday.

jisung:
where are you?
need to talk to you asap

leehoe:
training room n.2
second floor.
is something wrong?
seen at 8:03

jisung walked to the training room that Minho told him he was at.

he looked like ghost and few people he walked by actually got scared a little.

he walked into the room without Minho noticing him, and he just stood there.

Minho was drinking water from his bottle, but then he looked at Hans direction and he spat his water out in shock.

Han really looked like a ghost.

"my god you scared the shit out of me.
did you sleep at all?" Minho asked

jisung ignored his questions and just went to him, opening his notebook and looking for specific page.
when he found it, he stopped and he shoved the notebook into Minhos arms.

"I have a song for you leehoe." he just said, tiredly

"did you just called me leehoe-"

"I already have an instrumental and demo for this song, and when I listened to your songs, I feel like this could fit your style pretty well. look at it."

minho looked down and started reading the lyrics.

SECRET SECRET

I can't say anything, the words stay on the tip of my tongue.
sometimes I get afraid, of someone finding out.
I shout louder in the rain, in case my words will be unheard.
the sky becomes darker.

dropped shoulders, wet clothes, even the loud music can only be heard softly.
my voice of frustration, I want to let it flow out in this rain, so take it out.
place all my worries in this rain and throw it away.
so that it won't sink in deeper into me.
baby it's falling, eh oh, until the last drop, eh oh
send it away with a smiling face, until the last drop hanging on the fingertips.

it feels even more lonely to pretend to be fine, looking at another place alone.
erasing and drawing my worries countless times, repeating it doesn't change anything.
well, I'll get used to it one day, I'll live forgetting about this feeling.
it'll be fine when I walk on quickly.
just like how the ground hardness after rain and flowers blossom again.

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