My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

EPILOGUE (I)

Listen to "Lover" by Taylor Swift.

The chattering of people, crunching of dry leaves under feet, people who actually mind their own business and lovers being in love as usual, all under the vast sky casted in grey clouds was a common scenery you'd get to witness on the streets and roads of Seoul from the past week, as the sky's been grey ever since. It has been raining everyday these days. It doesn't seem like things have changed, though. Because even before the wicked had been punished, no one knew what was going on except those involved in it. Every disgusting and horrible act they commit, every filth they pronounce with that lewd mouth of theirs, just need a smile and a few empty promises to get covered.

It's been three years now. And whether anything else has changed or not, Jisung's life sure has. Living like a normal person, shopping to his heart's content, nothing else to care about except himself, his fans and...his lover, and most importantly, having achieved his life-long dream, still felt unreal to the boy. He is now a pretty popular soloist, working under the agency, JYP Entertainment. For many idols, it may take many years to reach the coveted spot, and for some it may even happen overnight. It took whole two years for Jisung. And though, he wasn't satisfied with what he was now, he wasn't disappointed either.

He knows, that to reach that spot, he will need to devote his whole life to his career, and he will, gladly. Afterall, people aren't that blind to not see true talent.

He was in his recording room at the moment, his melodious voice floating around the whole room. But an artist is never really satisfied with his art, no matter how good. He has been trying to record a single verse for his next comeback from the past hour and he keeps redoing it as nothing was matching his taste. Defeated, he sighed. Maybe I need to get some air. Being in this room for hours on end isn't all that good. He takes one last sip from his Americano before grabbing his phone and going out to the lawn. As he walked, admiring the sky, his phone beeped. He didn't want to check it.

As an idol, he has selected contacts in his phone, so whoever texted him must've known that it was his working time. But the way it is, they probably don't know. Because the next moment, his phone had notifications flooding in all at once, making him sick of the ringtone, and lastly he received a call. Rolling his eyes, he answers without looking at the caller ID,

"Who is it?"

"Jisung-ah you're being really forgetful these days. Did we not agree to meet at your special restaurant today?"

So it's Suho. Well, now that he thinks about it, he wasn't actually supposed to work today, for the meet-up mentioned by Suho. He just came here out of an habit, as he had nothing better to do at home either. It's not like that he doesn't want to go, in fact he wants it more than anything. But there's this problem of being spotted. As if this is going to stop him from going, though. "I'll be there in 5 minutes." He says before hanging up. So there he was, in a oversized outfit, a black cap and a mask on, as he gets into the taxi he just stopped.

As he was nearing the location he couldn't hold in his excitement. It wasn't Jisung's first time going there either, he has gone there for more than he could remember. But every single time, the excitement doesn't falter even one bit. He payed the driver once he reached and got out of the taxi. The smile on his face growing bigger and bigger with each step he takes towards the entrance of the vintage themed building, though no one could actually see him smiling like a lunatic. His eyes ever so restless as they longed to see that one person. And he was finally there, his eyes finding his lover's, who was as dashing as ever, showing off his knife skills as he was cutting some sort of vegetable which Jisung was too lost to pay attention to.

The head Chef and founder of the restaurant "The Antique Fork". One of the top ten restaurants in Seoul.

Jisung's boyfriend.