mistakes like this | minsung ✗

chapter one.

• minho's pov •

2005 

the first time i met han jisung i knew he was trouble. it was probably the look behind his eyes, or the smile on his face, but i knew the moment our eyes met, i wanted to be nothing part of it. i was seven years old when i moved out of the city to live in the outskirts, i didn't know it then but my father had just gotten fired from his job and we had to move back to his grandparent's old house. they let us stayed there until my father found another great job and raised enough money for us to return to the city. though, it never happened. we ended up living there for the rest of the years to come.

anyway, as we got the place a boy came up to us right when we were unloading our stuff. he couldn't be much younger than me. a few inches smaller, a scrawny body and a delicate face.

"do you need help? i can help you if you want," he said, not even bothering to introduce himself.

my father seemed to dislike him already, as he made a face that i recognized a lot whenever he didn't like something, such as an ice cream flavor he chose, or the shoes my mother forces him to wear. i stared at dad in hopes he got my own look that read, tell him to leave. thankfully, as we're so much alike, my father didn't need to glance at me to tell the boy to leave.

"run along, we don't need help strange boy. you go back to your parents," my father said, but the boy still wouldn't leave. he just stood there, as he looked at me, stared at me, as if i was casting him into a spell. but i wasn't. i wasn't doing anything but wanting this boy to leave us alone..! why couldn't he just leave us alone?

my father seems to have noticed the boy probably wanted to befriend me, so he shooed me away too. "minho why don't you go help out your mother?" it was obvious no one wanted this boy here. i didn't want him here either, couldn't he just get the hints? or was he really that dumb?

(i probably did know it then, but i just didn't want to acknowledge it, but han jisung had never been dumb. rather he was entirely the opposite.)

i ran off to the yard of the house and the boy chased after me, surprised and confused i halted by steps and was about to tell him to leave me alone, but he suddenly grabs hold of my hand and the next thing i know, we're holding hands.

i stare into his eyes and he stares into mine. i feel terrified. i am terrified. he was looking into me like i was something so interesting to stare at. i wasn't. i didn't want to be, at least.

i don't know what happened, but in that moment, something deep and strong connected between us. i don't know what it was, but i didn't want it. not now, not then.

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his name was han jisung, and han jisung was obsessed with me.

i think that's what ended up happening to him when our eyes locked then. whenever he got the chance, he wouldn't leave me the hell alone. he'd always been there with me, everywhere i went, he chased after me. just like the first day we met.

han jisung was the boy who lived across from me and always mailed me a love letter. he was mental. entirely wrong. he was a boy who liked me. me, another boy. honestly, what the hell is he thinking?

i disliked han jisung.

he was dumb, and stupid and gross, and awful and hideous and so wrong. my parents somehow never found out han jisung had a crush on me. or, they did, but they pretended they didn't.

and han jisung wasn't just the worst part of this all, everyone in school knew he had a crush on me. han jisung didn't just horrified me, no, he made sure he ruined every single day for me. chasing after me in school and calling out my name and hugging me nonstop. it was annoying. he was intruding my bubble. didn't he know anything about personal space?