Jisung crept back to his bedroom, moving with deliberate care to avoid making any noise. His eyes scanned the room, searching for his phone. He spotted it lying on his bedside table, partially hidden under a book. With a sigh of relief, he picked it up and held it in his hands.
He unlocked the phone and navigated to the messages app, his fingers hovering uncertainly over the screen. He paused for a moment before typing in the number
+82 27 1433 3875.
As he stared at the number, he found himself questioning whether he should really text Minho. the relationship was still tenuous. Jisung knew Minho didn't fully like him yet, but there was no denying that things had improved significantly. They were friends now, or at least something close to it. Still, doubt lingered in Jisung's mind as he debated sending the message.
Hey, its jisung
How did you get my number?
Wow, not even a hello or how are you?
rude.
Felix gave it to me
Already asking for my number?
I hate him.
Oh haha
WHAT THE FUCK DO I RESPOND?
yeah I guess
why'd you text me?
Oh sorry
I just wanted to talk
with someone
Don't apologise,
it's fine
You good?
uhm no???
yeah I'm fnhrny
sorry auto correct
I meant fine
lmfao
horny now huh?
uh
what does that word even mean?
sorry if I made you a bit
uncomfortable
its kinda my humour
no it's fine
just not used to it, that's all
weird humour
(Also omg these centered texts
mean jisungs thoughts not mine)
alright
I'm going to wash up
I'll see you at school?
yeah see you
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Minho's Morning
YOU ARE READING
𓊆ྀི۫ ̣̣̥ ݂ ⑅ unseen pain 𓏽ִ minsung
Fanfiction: ֺ ⠀﹒. "after everything you have been trough, you can't give up on yourself." "i'm sorry." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - they both find comfort in eachothers presence, but how long will it last?
