Touch of Fate || Hyunlix

f i f t y - n i n e

Jisungs pov.

I woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat once more, suffering the consequences of a bad dream. It's been like this ever since I left, my body became weaker through time as I fought desperately against it. I let out a sigh, sitting up in my bed and turning on the lamp on the bedside table. I brought my face close to my knees, wrapping my arms around them.

I truly thought that after I left, that things would change for the better. But now, I'm not sure? Which is it, am I happy or not? If I were to say so myself, I'd say neither. My feelings are neutral. I find myself feeling proud over the fact that I managed to achieve so much in such a short amount of time I have spent here. I managed to get a new deal, signed a contract with the new publishing company and got invited to an event held by one of the best publishing companies in the city.

Crazy how I achieved everything I have dreamed of, yet somehow, I feel empty. Almost as if something is missing. Sure I hear from Minho a lot and Felix has been calling me every chance he gets. I find the little aussie adorable, always looking for a chance to reach out and talk about his day to me. He always manages to bring a smile to my face no matter how difficult my day may be. I'm thankful for him.

I shook my head upon realizing how much I began to overthink every single detail of my life. I decided to make my way towards the kitchen to make myself some tea, in hopes of calming my body down. The anxiety is starting to eat my body out. My dreams really are getting weirder and weirder every night. I see a figure of a young woman, with below shoulder length black hair and bangs. She's somehow always wearing white and looking up at the sky. She never talks yet I can always understand what she's trying to tell me.

The sound of a kettle on my kitchen counter shook me out of my trance, to which I reached over the cupboards to grab a mug and a tea bag placing it inside the mug before pouring the warm water inside. I smile at the smell of chamomile filling the room.

Before taking a sip out of my tea, I walked over to the bathroom in order to grab my medicine since I failed to calm down on my own. I chugged the pill down with some water and walked back into the kitchen, taking a seat at the dining table. I rested my hand against my chin, staring into nothingness.

I hoped to understand what this feeling in my chest meant, I feel euphoric but what's this other one? Aren't things supposed to be better with me away from their lives, isn't that what they all wanted? Yet why am I yearning to see them again... Strange.

I look down at the mug with cat prints over it, smiling to myself. I'm thinking of Minho again, aren't I? I let out a quiet chuckle before taking a sip out of my tea. Surely things wouldn't be as different if I came back, would they?

The following morning / 05:00 AM.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm coming from my bedroom. I squint my eyes open, finding myself asleep in the kitchen with my head resting against the dining table. And then my neck stung me with pain once I lifted my head up. I tried massaging it a bit on my own before getting up to work. I groaned, ruffling my fingers through my hair. 'I really need a better sleep schedule.' I tell myself

Third person pov.

"Han Jisung! Please sign this!" His assistant spoke

Jisung nodded, taking the paper in hand and signing it immediately. It's been like this for a long while, with Jisung overworking himself and failing to fall asleep at night from the tiredness. He rarely took a break, not wanting to fail a single task. He desired to execute everything perfectly, forgetting the fact that people can't be perfect.

"Sir Han, we're getting positive comments over your new book!" His manager spoke

Jisung smiled, "Glad to hear that."

Once his shift has come to an end, instead of going home by public transport he decided to walk back. The wind blowing through the locks of his hair as he slowly made his way towards the apartment complex. Jisung took a deep breath in before looking over at the stars up in the sky. "I wonder how Minho's doing..." He whispered "Will the stars be the ones to tell me so, in my dreams? It's what I hope for at least."

That's when he made up his mind, 'I need to come back as soon as possible.'

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Author J

This may seem like a filler chapter but I've seen someone ask about Jisung so I felt like you guys might want a little explanation regarding him. It's one of the shortest chapters I have published for this book, my apologies but I hope you enjoyed today's updates. See you soon, lovelies! ^^