Forget Me Not || Minsung

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When the sun rose Jisung's first thought was to check up on Minho. He surprised Minho and himself by his sudden caring side.

Once he was assured the older was fine he carried on with his day which would be staying in his room all day out of fear of something else happening. He's already been hit by a car and the previous night got attacked by a possible crazy fan which he almost killed. He didn't want to find out what else could happen.

My life's a dark comedy show...

He laid on the floor, mentally thanking Jeongin for figuring out they have heated floors. While staring at the well-known ceiling he thought about everything that's happened so far.

He thought about the first thing Chan and Jeongin tried telling him when he woke up in the hospital. About Minho.

He thought about the way Minho looked so sad when he pushed him away and the older stormed out of the room.

He thought about Felix's confusing message. And about last night's conversation with Minho of the incident being self-defense.

He thought about it all.

But it wouldn't be fair for Angela to forgive him just like that...I still can't remember anything. It's hard to just snap my fingers and let it all go.

Someone knocked at the door and Jisung called for them to come in. He didn't need to look to see that it was Minho. Jisung could recognize him just by the way he breathed and till this day he still questioned how he could do so.

"We're going to the company for a bit to fix our outfits but I might be back sooner than others. Yours is fine so you don't have to go if you don't want to," informed Minho and moved a few things on the desk, though Jisung couldn't see what as he kept looking at the ceiling.

Jisung simply hummed and didn't bother to add anything else so with a short moment of silence between them as if Minho waited to say something but didn't, he left through the door.

He listened to them putting their shoes on, snickering at a few jokes either of them said and at last closing and locking the doors. The apartment turned dead silent, the dust flying around could almost be heard.

After what felt like an eternity, Jisung got up from the floor and decided to look around the apartment as he didn't have the chance to yet. Nothing was impressive or it just didn't stand out to him. Just a simple apartment with enough space for all four of them.

What seemed to be more interesting though was looking through his own backpack back in his room. He didn't know what his past self took and he hoped he had at least his good sweater and pants inside.

As he was searching through the smaller pockets his fingers brushed over an unknown paper material.

"What's this?" he mumbled and looked at some type of envelope he pulled out from the side pocket of the backpack. Out of boredom and curiosity he opened it and pulled out a letter which he soon realized was dedicated to Angela.

That's not the one I started...?
But it's my handwriting so it is mine.

He allowed himself to read it as it was his afterall, he just didn't remember writing it. And he had no idea where the original letter had gone.

Dear Angela,

At first this was supposed to be a goodbye letter so I could finally accept the fact that you're gone but right now all I want to say is respectfully "fuck you".

"No way did I say that..." Jisung said in shock but shook it off to continue reading.

I regret ever meeting you as it caused pain to my members and me as well, yet I still blindly stayed by your side.