Forget Me Not || Minsung

PROLOGUE

JAPAN, TOKYO 00:06

I could make you mad.

Jisung’s eyes showed raw anger as his look was directed to Minho. Jisung stepped forward and pointed his shaky finger at his once well trusted friend.

“You…Do you realize what you just did?” he asked and poked his chest aggressively but Minho did nothing to stop him. He was too shocked, too frozen and too guilty to do anything.

“Do you, Minho?!” Jisung shouted and pushed him, making him stumble a few steps back.
With a lowered head, Minho quietly answered, “Yes.”

Jisung leaned forward to hear him better. “What was that? Speak up.” He spoke in a scary voice. That type of voice whose owner is ready to stab a knife in your back at any moment.

Minho breathed in, trying to control his emotions that were trying to rip out of his chest. “Yes,” he said louder and tensed up when he heard Jisung's laugh. He dared to look up but once their eyes met he deeply regretted it.

I could make you scream.

“You fucking bastard!” Jisung screamed in his face and shoved him, forcing the guy to stumble backwards. His scary voice was replaced by a deeply hurt one. As if a wall crashed down.

Fresh tears pooled in his eyes as he struggled to steadily breathe. Chest heaved up and down.

“You know what you fucking did and you don’t even look sorry! Did you enjoy it? Did it give you a rush of excitement? Because why the fuck would you push her off the fucking balcony, Minho?!”

Jisung was standing close to him and a painful rush of anger ran under his veins. He felt the need to get rid of it. And quickly.

His right hand clenched into a fist and in a second it collided with Minho’s stomach, causing the guy to wrap his arms around himself, slightly bending over and shutting his eyes.

Minho stayed quiet, opened his eyes and waited for the stinging pain in his stomach to go away. The guy in front of him then lifted his fist near his face and Minho only closed his eyes, accepting it. He knew he deserved it so he didn’t fight back. But when no hit was sent his way, he looked at him and felt confused to see Jisung unsteadily stepping backwards and staring at the ground.

I could make you cry.

Jisung’s vision was getting blurry, his head started spinning so he quickly grabbed onto a wall, holding himself up as a muffled cry left his lips. With his free hand he covered his mouth to quiet his cries, not wanting to be heard. It was too late though. Minho heard his pain as clear as day and he’s never been more broken.

Minho stood up straight once the pain was nothing more than a mere ache in his stomach and attempted to walk up to Jisung.

Unfortunately, he didn’t succeed when his hurt friend stepped away, with his hand stuck out as a way of telling him to ‘stay away’.

His heart ached at his small action but he told himself he deserved it. He really did. Yet, he still tried to hug him, to comfort him but was harshly pushed away.

Jisung wiped his tears with a jacket sleeve and turned around to walk out.

I could make you leave.

Minho hurriedly grabbed his shoulder before he could leave, stopping the younger from walking away. Jisung didn’t turn around. He just stood there, trying to control his breathing and flowing tears.

“Don’t leave, Jisung. Hear me out first. Please don’t leave,” he begged with deep desperation in his voice. His hands clutched to Jisung's shoulder like his life depended on it.

When the younger turned around, Minho felt relieved, thinking he would hear him out. He’ll be able to tell him what happened. Everything will be okay.

I could make you hate me for everything.

His hopes were crushed the second he saw the way Jisung looked at him. Not only his hopes were crushed but so was his heart. Jisung looked at him like he was seeing a disgusting monster in front of him. His eyes hid the pain away with a thick layer of fury. Fury that was directed towards Minho and Minho only.

With a shaky, weak voice Jisung said those three words no one would ever want to hear, “I hate you.”

Another tear left Jisung's eyes. He harshly brushed Minho’s hand from his shoulder, leaving Minho’s empty hand trembling in the air.

Jisung wiped his runny nose with his sleeve and tried his best to blink away a new wave of tears. He looked at Minho one last time. The admiration and love he had for him had now changed to hate and disappointment. All the good was now hidden under a thick fog.

“I hate you so fucking much. This is all your fault,” he spoke and ignored the way Minho’s breath hitched at his words. He looked around the room and then back at him. “I’m done…the band, you…I’m done with this.” And then he left.

The moment those doors slammed shut, Minho’s legs couldn’t hold him anymore. He fell on the ground and silently cried, his vision becoming more blurry by the second. His forehead rested against the cold floor tiles and his eyes closed when it was too painful to keep them open.

He whispered to the empty room, “Come back.”

But I can’t make you come back to me.

Minho placed his pen down and leaned in his chair, rubbing his face. He was slightly surprised to feel his cheeks wet from tears. A soft sigh escaped him.

He examined the new song lyrics he was trying to write. It was harder than he thought it’d be when memories attacked him like a raging sea with no remorse.

He couldn’t forget that night, 3 months ago, when Jisung left him in that room. Every night he silently wished for him to come back but he never did. He never did.

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Well, hello dear reader!
This is a freshly baked story that came from the oven of my heart <3
Hope you like it~
P.S. It was inspired by a song "Back To Me" written by The Rose. The song will take some part in the book so might as well listen to it!
Until next time!
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