Sparks Flew

I Don't Know

Jisung took in a sharp breath at the sudden contact, his eyes going wide and his heart picking up speed by 10 miles. Jisung wanted to move away, Jisung needed to move away. His head yelled at him, but something in his body stopped him from moving and he just let it happen. Minho's hands cradled Jisung's face ever so gently, Jisung's hand hung at his side, shock still washing over him.

Finally they pulled away from each other. Minho looked at Jisung, his hands not moving. Jisung looked for something he didn't know he needed to find.

"Ji- I-" Jisung moved his hands up, shoving Minho's away from him and backing up. "Jisung-"

Jisung didn't say anything, he couldn't, his brain was fuzzy, there were too many questions, he was too confused, he had to leave. "I- I have to go." Jisung turned and ran back to the front of the building, where by the grace of god, his ride waited for him. He got in the car, practically slamming the door. "My house, now." He said to the driver, maybe a little harshly.

Jisung got to his house, and immediately ran to his bedroom. Bbama was lying on his bed on the floor when Jisung entered. Slowly, Jisung sat on his bed, placing his hands on his head. A phone buzzed in his pocket, he pulled it out and read the text.

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Annoying Cat Man: Jisung I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say

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Jisung shut the phone off, placing it gently on his nightstand. His breathing caught in his throat, becoming fast and shaky, his hand shaking incredibly fast, his head pounding. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." Jsiung gripped his heart, "water, I need water." Jisung got up and stumbled to the kitchen. He got a cup filling it half way and struggled to keep the cup from shaking. Jisung slammed the cup on the counters and sank to the floor. "No. No, no, no." Jisung couldn't think properly, tears started to form in his eyes, he put his knees to his forehead, making himself into a ball. Bbama trotted up next to him, gently licking his hand, he placed his furry head on Jisung's foot as he laid down.

Jisung sat there on the floor for a few hours, trying to calm himself, trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was feeling. He whipped his eyes with the back of his hand and slowly pulled himself up. He walked carefully back to his room, picking at the sleeve of his shirt with his nails. He walked into his closet and got changed into some gray sweats and a white T. His phone lit up on his nightstand, catching in his peripheral vision.

He shut off the closet light and picked up the phone.

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Annoying Cat Man: Jisung please, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that it was a mistake, we can just go back to how we were, please say something.

Sungie: What makes you think we could just 'go back'

Annoying Cat Man: I'm sorry

Sungie: You said that already

Annoying Cat Man: Because I am! Jisung I really am please!

Sungie: I'll see you on Monday

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Jisung put the phone down, ignoring the next few notifications. He didn't know what to feel, he felt numb, but something in him told him that Minho doesn't deserve the cold treatment. That thing, however, wasn't big enough for Jisung to notice right now. Jisung laid in his bed, letting himself fall asleep.

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Sunday March 3, 2024

Jisung woke up far too early for how late he went to bed, he rubbed his head and slowly got up. Hyunjin is going to be here soon so they can get coffee together, an engagement they arranged a few weeks ago. Jisung got up and changed into some jeans and a hoodie, then he sat on the couch and waited for Hyunjin to arrive.