LOVE ; minsung

013. moving on is hard.

Jisung was sitting at a dinner table, looking at Chan, who was in front of him. The two were just friends. It had been a year since he last saw minho, a year since they ended on bad terms.

"How is he?"

"Who?"

"Minho."

Chan just sat his fork down, a small glare.

"Why?"

"You know why~ tell me.." Jisung said, a small whine. Chan just rolled his eyes.

"he's getting married."

Chan said, he watched as jisungs face fell. Marriage. Jisung thought, he pursed his lips for a moment. Everything around him seemed so unappealing. The food. A conversation.

"So, he's forgotten about me?"

"I don't know Jisung, I'm not always in his business. If I would've know how desperate you were for minho, I wouldn't have done you."

"Shut up." Jisung said, a frown.
But he suddenly got an idea. "What if you call minho and tell him to meet me here? I just want to talk to him.."

Chan just sighed. He slowly pulled out his phone with such bad intentions. Considering he felt terrible about having to do this, he knew that minho talked badly about jisung.

He didn't have the courage, too tell jisung that minho felt this way. Because every time he talked about minho, it was different. He was completely in love.

"I will, I have to go, though. I'll pay for the meal." Chan smiled. He stood up from the booth, trying not to feel guilty. But fuck how he did.

Jisung was standing outside of the restaurant, he felt nervous. He didn't have time to prepare and see minho. he wasn't even dressed well.

He heard footsteps come closer, making him look up out of instinct.
He smiled a little seeing minho, who approached on the cold side.

"Hey, it's been a while."

Jisung said.

Yet, minho just looked at jisung. He didn't say much more, he just sighed, looking down. Chan was right, minho was getting married, the ring shining on his hand nicely.

"I'm happy for you."

He said as well. He was trying not to express how he actually felt. But he truthfully felt drained.

"Jisung, what do you want?"

Jisungs whole face structure changed when he heard minhos tone. "I-I just wanted to—" He stuttered, but minho interrupted him.

"I don't want to speak to you, jisung. I don't want to see you, I don't want to be around you.."

Jisung felt his whole body become weak, his chest burning through him, his eyes watering at the words he heard. He just looked around at minhos' face as he bit his lip out of pure angst.

He sniffed, looking down at the floor as a tear slowly rolled down his cheeks in seconds.

"The nights we spent together, that meant nothing to you? Because I've never felt that way about anyone, you made me happy, I thought you felt the same."

Minho just looked into jisungs teary eyes. His flashbacks became worse as he watched jisung break down in front of him.

"I have to go."

He said.

He once again.

Didn't know what to do.