Forget Me Not || Minsung

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He maintained deep, rhythmic breathing while synchronizing his breath with movement. While feeling the satisfying stretch in his thighs his mind wandered around his thought bridge. Along with his breath, Jisung pushed out the overwhelming grief which didn't leave his side for 3 months.

Grief is such a bitch. It never leaves for good. It always comes back, crashing upon him even harder than last time when it was supposed to do the opposite.

Instead of getting lost in his thoughts he focused on the nature sounds in his balcony. The soft wind blowing through his dark blue wavy hair, small birds chirping on the tree nearby and the relaxing parts of conversations going below his balcony.

His yoga practice was disturbed by a phone alarm. Jisung breathed out rather quickly instead of releasing his breath slowly, like the practice told him to, and got up to reach his phone in his room.

Phone alarm at 09:30. Medicine.

He placed his phone back on the night table and strolled towards the bathroom cabinet where all of his medicine was held. His fingers brushed over each one of them, trying to find the one he needed.

Cold medicine.
Muscle ache medicine.
Headache medicine.
Anxiety medicine.

He grabbed the last bottle and popped one pill out of the bottle. With his naturally shaky hands he placed the small, light blue pill on his tongue and used the tap water to help him swallow.

With his sleeve he wiped the water off his mouth and went back to his room to sit on his bed. His room was very simple and it lacked warmness, lacked feelings. The bluehead closed his eyes and relaxed his body to fall on the bed.

He hates yoga but his therapist insisted on trying it out. She said it'll help him forget but she failed to add that it's only temporary. It's the same as using drugs or booze. You may forget your problems for a day but it will all come back with as big of an impact as before.

His phone rang once again but this time it wasn't an alarm. Jisung frowned when he saw the caller ID. He hasn't heard from him in a few months because of his own request. He wanted to forget. He needed to.

Jisung made up his mind, when curiosity got the best of him and answered the call, pressing the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Jisung's morning voice sounded more deep than usual. In the background of the call he could hear a soft guitar sound. Oh, how he missed it.

"Hey, Ji. How are you doing?" Chan softly spoke. Jisung stayed silent. He didn't expect to hear his voice ever again.

"I'm doing...fine. Why'd you call?" He hid his free hand under his thigh to stop himself from biting his nails.

"I don't know if you still look at our band's updates but our World Tour is coming up."

Jisung felt his heart fall to his stomach at the reminder. "Yeah, it's, uh...hard not to when there are posters everywhere around the city." He forced out a chuckle. Chan released a breath that sounded like a small laugh as well.

"What about it? Did you find my...replacement?" He felt his throat close up when he voiced the last word. He hated it. So much.

On the other line, he heard Chan sigh. It wasn't a relieved sigh. "That's actually why I'm calling-"

"No," he replied immediately.

"I knew that you'll refuse but we're offering you a great deal. We'll give you a bigger payment. Does that sound appealing?" Jisung frowned at his words.

"But we used to split it equally. Who would offer to give up-"

"Minho said-" Jisung hung up. His breathing quickened right after. It's been a long time since he heard that man's name.