Red Chrysanthemum - Minsung

Chapter 27

More rain decided to drench the streets of Paris and Jisung felt like the weather was mirroring his soggy mood. The occasional rumble of thunder could be heard as billows of wind swept across the city. Winter was definitely starting to make its arrival.

Minho still hadn't called him back and he was really starting to despair. He would check his phone constantly for any form of a response. He hasn't even read the messages he'd sent for fuck's sake.

Jisung hoped he hadn't squandered all of his chances but it was looking like the odds were against him and he cursed every fibre of his being because of it. How he had managed to lose Minho for a second time is astonishing and a crying shame.

He ran his hands through his messy hair, a wave of desperation washing over him. He stared up at his ceiling, trying to focus on anything but his superbly negative thoughts. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he managed to occupy his mind with was memories of a younger Minho smiling at him before kissing him. He wished he hadn't been such an arsehole and pushed him away back then. And now, he's ruined the one chance he had to get Minho back.

What a fucking mess...

Huffing, he flopped out of bed, not even bothering to get dressed to grab breakfast. He was feeling very down ever since he managed to subconsciously fuck up Minho's confession. Again.

After he'd brought the flower to his room, he just... stared at it. He was completely lost in a daze, trying to figure if he still loved him or not, could he love him or not. When he finally came up with an answer, it was already too late into the night for him to call him and when he tried to contact him in the morning he was not answering. He left voicemails, but he had no way of checking if they've been seen or not.

Walking into the kitchen, he noticed Changbin was there with Felix, who'd stayed the night once again. He avoided their curious gazes and made himself some toast with jam, not having the will or the energy to make anything more complex. They got the hint that he didn't want to talk and they kept on quietly chatting together, keeping the conversation hushed so that Jisung and his thoughts would not be bothered.

He really needed to get his shit together and go and talk to Minho, not just for his sake but for the brunet's too. He can only begin to fathom how devastated he must've been when Jisung didn't call. The latter had stopped calling him after he left the drunk voicemail, embarrassment finally getting the better of him. He regrets so many things, like the way he didn't immediately contact him, or the way he let himself float in a state of denial until Minho had to make the first move and tell him himself.

Jisung loves Minho and now that he knows this, he needs to go get him back.

But how?

He could just show up to his place and try to explain himself, or he could get Felix to lend him some keys and be there when he gets back from the studio, or he could just... give up.

But that was not an option.

It never will be.

He decided to get dressed in something casual and go see him at his flat. Felix seemed to be spending the whole day with Changbin so it'd be just them two talking it all out... if Minho accepts to see him again.

Jisung pulled on his favourite hoodie, which was purposefully the one that Minho loved seeing him in, a pair of loose black trousers and his comfiest white sneakers, all clothes Minho had complimented him for wearing.

Fuck, I am whipped.

He wasted no more time and he stepped outside, where a gust of wind promptly assaulted him followed by a bucket-load of rainwater drenching him from head to toe.