minsung oneshots

miles away 💕

you guys... i thought i published this already but I looked and realize that i had not... im so sorry, but it's a bit on the long side so hopefully that makes up for it 

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"What have you been doing lately?"

"I don't know. What have I been doing? Life's been really lonely without him, I don't know how to spend my time." I twiddled with my fingers. Talking about him made my feelings rage. I didn't like it.

"Minho. Have you talked to him since then?" I gulped, "No." Why would I? It was too hard. Long distance hasn't been easy on me, especially when we weren't even officially dating or anything. Now I spend my days lounging at chan's place or in the practice room. Chan was now the victim of my boredom. He spun around in his chair, "Call him. Write him a letter for fucks sake. I'm sure he wants to talk to you too. Please just do something."

"Rude." Chan stopped spinning, "Whose house are you at right now? Mine. Who is indulging in you while they should be doing work? Me." Point made. I sighed and stood up from his couch, "Fine. Have a horrid rest of your day, old man." Chan just laughed, "My home is brighter because of your absence. Bye bye Minho!"

I stuck my tongue out at him, but Chan closed the door behind me, so I had no choice but to make my way back to my house. I sat at my desk, phone placed right in front of me, ready to call. I didn't even need to check the time difference, I had already memorized it the second he left.

After staring at it for about eight minutes, I threw the stupid thing on my bed. Thinking about what the sound of his voice might do to me, do to my brain was terrifying. Accidentally pulling out the 'L' word on Jisung made my knees shake and my heart beat faster. I didn't want to give him a reason to stay even farther for me, even though his absence currently was because of school, not because he was running from me.

I actually was happy for him when he came back to our shared apartment with the news that he had been chosen for the foreign exchange program. I don't think my brain registered until later that he would no longer be living with me because of it.

So helping him decide what to bring and what to leave was like squeezing lemon juice over an open wound. I wanted to be supportive and help him pack, but I also wanted to lock the doors and throw his suitcases out the window

I grabbed a pen and a blank sheet of paper and placed it in front of me. It felt easier as I wrote my thoughts down on the page for him. When I read over it, I realized quickly how desperate I sounded, but lucky for me, Jisung doesn't know how to take a hint. So unless he was showing this letter around, which I hoped he wouldn't, he would just see it as his friend missing him... in a friendly way because that's what we were : friends.

Dear Jisung,

I've been thinking about you a lot since you left. I've been wondering who's stuck in your head at night? I wonder if I ever crossed your mind? Or if I ever keep you up at night like it's been for me. It's way too quiet in the apartment without you, so I've ended up getting addicted to rain noise. Now I can't stand sleeping without it.

We don't talk as much anymore because of the time difference, but I can't get you out of my brain. And don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I've just been thinking about you a lot. Is that bad? I don't think I could stop if it was.

Chan is fed up with me spending all my time at his place, but you know he's too nice to kick me out. He was the one who told me to write you a letter in the first place. I've been too nervous to call and texting doesn't seem like enough.

I hope you respond soon with the news of all the fun things you're doing.

- Minho