mistakes like this | minsung ✗

chapter two.

• jisung's pov •

2005

when i first met lee minho he was poisoned inside my veins like a deadly snake bite. it was like a incident that i'll never be able to forget, if i had a scare because of it, every day i'd find myself looking back at it. an unforgettable meeting. like destiny, i wanted to hope for at least. i found myself falling into lee minho's gaze, and i never wanted to find myself looking away. 

i liked minho. possibly even loved him. 

i still do. i will, always. 

i was seven years old, when i first met lee minho. the boy who had beautiful eyes moved in to the house across from mine. i couldn't be more happier than to finally have someone my age to play around with. as a fond kid who enjoyed doing mostly anything, i followed behind minho and tried encouraging him to be more confident with himself. as a kid, i always thought minho had trouble doing that. not caring what others people thought of him, that's what minho struggled the most with. 

i gladly tried helping him. but, minho seems to still not want my help. 

i played with him, at school i helped him to the new environment and helped him get around class and with the homework the teachers would give us. i was friendly, humble, yet minho didn't want anything of it. 

i tried not making it obvious that i had a crush on minho. but i guess my instincts would always take over and i'd be following around minho and hugging him and trying to get close to him. i didn't care what people thought of me, i just wanted to do everything i could do with minho. i wanted him to like me back, to see me, to look at me, to listen to me, but, what i asked was too much for me to get. 

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i never stopped liking minho. even when he didn't like me the same way, i still chased after him. i was stubborn, i kept hoping he'll notice me and eventually realize—  oh, look at that, i do like han jisung the same way, but i was a kid who strongly believed in hope and wishes. 

my eagerness didn't stop there, i started writing love letters to minho each saturday just so he wouldn't forget about me and my feelings. foolish little sentences that i got from the library books whenever my big brother allowed me to join him. some days, i did write my own letters and not just copy and paste from another dialogue from a romance book. i tried my best with the few words i knew how to spell. i wasn't that great in spelling, and i'm sure minho noticed. 

to minho,
you maybe already know this but i like you. so much!! i like your gorgeous eyes and your face is very pretty. can you be my friend? so we can play all the time. i like you i like you i like you i like you i like you i like youuuuu!!! do you like me back? please like me back
from han jisung your neighbor ♡

of course i didn't spell every word correctly, but if you wanted it to make sense, that's what i wrote. lee minho was not just my crush, he was someone i wanted to be friends with. someone i could talk to, someone i could share my toys with, someone i could spend my day with, someone i could walk home with, someone who'd stayed by my side. i didn't just want him to like me, i wanted to be his friend. 

i knew nothing about him besides that i liked him. 

he knew nothing about me besides that i liked him.