fanfic writer | minsung

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fiji_huiji

„You Fucker!" Minho yelled, jumping out of his chair, startling Hyunjin who was busy trying to compose his song next to him.
„Fuck you. I just had a good idea and you scared the heck out of me hyung." he sighed, glaring at the older, not getting what's he so shocked about „Did a bug bit your ass or why are you like this.."

„Hyunjin this shit is serious. After months, he texted me!"

Hyunjin raised his brow „Who's he?"
„Idiot," Minho came closer to him, showing him the message he just had received from the certain someone „Jisung."

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes, his fingers pausing over the piano keys. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, his irritation evident. "Oh, that certain someone," he repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Minho didn't notice—or chose to ignore—Hyunjin's tone. His eyes were glued to the screen of his phone, rereading Jisung's message as if it held the answers to all his questions. He seemed almost transported back to the days when Jisung's presence was a constant in their lives.

"Can you believe it, Hyunjin? After all this time, he finally reached out. I mean, it's been months. I thought he just...forgot about us."

Hyunjin's fingers resumed their motion, pressing down on the keys in a harsh, discordant melody. "Forgot about us?" he echoed, not bothering to hide his bitterness. "More like he decided we weren't worth the effort."

Minho's excitement dimmed slightly, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Don't be like that. Maybe he had his reasons. We don't know what he's been through."

Hyunjin scoffed, shaking his head. "Reasons? What reasons could possibly justify disappearing without a word? You were devastated, Minho. I remember the nights you stayed up, waiting for a call or a text that never came."

Minho bit his lip, looking away. "I know, okay? I know how it looked. But he's back now, and he wants to talk. Isn't that worth something?"

"Maybe to you," Hyunjin muttered, turning back to his composition. "But I haven't forgotten how he left you—left us. Forgiving and forgetting are two different things, Minho."

Minho sighed, running a hand through his hair. He sat back down, the initial thrill of the message now tainted with Hyunjin's harsh reality check. "I get it. You're mad. But I need to find out why he left. I need closure, Hyunjin. Don't you?"

Hyunjin didn't answer immediately. He played a few more notes, the melody softening into something more melancholic. Finally, he spoke, his voice low. "I just don't want to see you hurt again. He had his chance, and he blew it."

Minho reached out, placing a hand on Hyunjin's shoulder. "I appreciate you looking out for me. Really, I do. But I have to do this. I need to know."

Hyunjin sighed, his resolve wavering. "Fine. But don't expect me to welcome him back with open arms. He has a lot to answer for. If it wasn't Minnie we wouldn't even know if he's dead or being a bitch he is."