fanfic writer | minsung

40th

The bustling sounds of Incheon International Airport echoed through the departure hall as Jisung and Seungmin navigated their way through the throngs of travelers. Seungmin's heart felt heavy with each step, his mind consumed by conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake the thought of leaving everything behind, especially his newfound feelings for Hyunjin. His gaze flickered to Jisung, who seemed to be in his element, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"Can you believe it, Seungmin? We're actually doing this!" Jisung exclaimed, his excitement palpable. But Seungmin couldn't share in his friend's enthusiasm. His thoughts were consumed by memories of Hyunjin's smile, his laughter, and the warmth of his presence.

"Yeah," the younger replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It still doesn't feel real."

Jisung's smile faltered, concern flickering in his eyes. "Hey, are you okay?"

Seungmin forced a smile, nodding. "Yeah, just.. sentimental, I guess."

As they approached the check-in counter, the blonde's heart clenched with the weight of his decision. He knew leaving Korea meant leaving behind more than just his home – it meant leaving behind his heart.

As they handed over their passports and tickets, Seungmin stole a glance at Jisung, who was chatting animatedly with the airline attendant. Despite his own reservations, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at his friend's carefree attitude.

Once they had checked in their luggage and passed through security, they found themselves standing at the gate, waiting to board their flight to America. Seungmin's heart raced with anticipation and anxiety, the reality of their departure sinking in with each passing moment.

As they settled into their seats on the plane, Seungmin couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He glanced out the window, watching as the familiar sights of Korea disappeared from view. A sense of finality washed over him, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was making the right decision.

Beside him, the older leaned back in his seat, a contented smile on his face. "Can you believe we're really doing this, Seungmin?"

Seungmin forced a smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken feelings. "Yeah, I can't believe it," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

As the plane taxied down the runway and lifted off into the sky, Seungmin couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over him. He knew that leaving Korea meant leaving behind more than just his home – it meant leaving behind a part of himself, all again.

As the plane cruised through the air, an uncomfortable silence settled between Seungmin and Jisung. Seungmin stared out the window, lost in his thoughts, while the latter fidgeted nervously in his seat, unsure of what to say.

After what felt like an eternity, the squirrel looking finally broke the silence. "Hey, Seungmin," he began, his voice hesitant, avoiding the eye contact.

Seungmin turned to look at him, surprised by the sudden interruption. "Yeah?"

Jisung took a deep breath, his words coming out in a rush. "Minho talked to me after a month and told me he loves me."

Seungmin's heart skipped a beat, his mind reeling with shock. He hadn't expected Jisung to drop such a bombshell, especially not now, in the midst of their departure to America. And yet, there it was, hanging in the air between them, like an unspoken question begging to be answered.

For a moment, Seungmin was at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. He glanced at Jisung, searching for some sign of what he was feeling, but all he saw was uncertainty reflected in his friend's eyes.