𝙴𝚇 一 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐

2 | SILENCE

Minho's eyes, once bright and vibrant, now dulled by the weight of sorrow, gazed into the amber liquid of his whiskey. The party's cacophony receded into the background as Jisung's words echoed through his mind like a haunting refrain. "We lost feelings." Each syllable cut deeper than the last, slicing through Minho's defenses.

With a heavy sigh, Minho signaled the bartender for another round, his hand trembling slightly as he lifted the glass to his lips. The liquor burned down his throat, but the fire couldn't ignite warmth in his chilled heart. Jisung's words had extinguished that flame.

As the night wore on, Minho's vision began to blur, the room spinning like a topsy-turvy carnival ride. Faces merged into a kaleidoscope of colors, laughter, and chatter becoming a distant hum. Yet, amidst the chaos, Minho's gaze sought Jisung.

Across the room, Jisung laughed with friends, oblivious to Minho's intense stare. Minho's heart twisted, a pang of longing piercing his chest. His eyes stung, and for a moment, he thought he might shatter into a million pieces.

The bartender's concerned voice broke the spell. "Easy, buddy, maybe you've had enough?" Minho nodded, but his hand automatically reached for the next glass.

As the liquor took hold, Minho's thoughts unraveled, his emotions spilling out like a torn tapestry. He stumbled, catching himself on the counter, his eyes never leaving Jisung's smiling face.

Jisung's laughter echoed through the room, his smile bright and convincing. But beneath the façade, a storm raged. Minho's presence had awakened the pain he'd tried to bury.

As he chatted with friends, Jisung's eyes darted toward Minho, his heart aching. The whiskey-glazed eyes, the slumped shoulders – Minho's pain was palpable.

Jisung's grip on his drink tightened. He couldn't afford to crumble.

"Excuse me," Jisung said, handing his drink to a friend. "Need to recharge."

He made his way to the bathroom, a sanctuary from the chaos.

The door locked behind him, Jisung's mask crumbled. Tears streamed down his face, his body shaking with sobs.

He slumped against the sink, the cool glass a meager comfort.

"We lost feelings."

The lie cut both ways. Jisung's tears mingled with anguish and regret. He thought of Minho's drunken state, the pain etched on his face. Their love, once a flame, now smoldered in embers.

Jisung's sobs subsided, replaced by ragged breathing. He splashed water on his face, erasing the evidence. When he emerged, his mask was back in place. But the hurt lingered.

The party was lively, with laughter and conversations filling the room. But amidst the excitement, two people stood apart.

Minho sat alone, nursing his whiskey. His eyes were fixed on the floor, lost in thought. Friends tried to talk to him, but he barely responded.

Across the room, Jisung stood by the window, staring out into the night. His phone remained untouched, his gaze distant.

The space between them felt vast and empty. No words were exchanged, and no glances were met. Yet, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air.

Jaeho's gentle urging echoed through the dimly lit room. "Minho, buddy, time to head home." But Minho's response was a barely audible mumble, his head lolling on the counter like a wilted flower.

Minho's slender frame remained slumped, his gaze anchored to the floorboards. His whispered plea, "Leave me alone," hung in the air, heavy with despair.

Jaeho's expression softened, and compassion etched on his features. He nodded, his voice gentle as a summer breeze. "I'll go," he said, "but Jisung should stay with you."

Jaeho's eyes shifted, locking onto Jisung. His gaze conveyed a silent entreaty, a plea to bridge the chasm between Minho and Jisung.

"I dont know what happened between you both," Jaeho said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But Minho needs you now, Jisung,"

Jisung's eyes met Jaeho's, turmoil swirling beneath the surface. Jaeho's words dropped like a stone into still water, rippling Jisung's composure.

With a final glance, Jaeho departed, leaving Jisung and Minho suspended in an ocean of silence.

Minho's shoulders sagged further, his body language screaming defeat.

Jisung's gaze never wavered from Minho's fragile form, his eyes burning with unspoken emotions.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped Minho and Jisung, neither daring to break the fragile stillness. Jisung stood frozen, uncertain of his next move.

The weight of their prolonged silence hung heavy, compounded by the painful heartbreak of their last encounter. The rift between them seemed insurmountable.

Minutes ticked by, the silence between them thickening like fog. Jisung's eyes never left Minho's slumped form, his mind racing for a way to bridge the gap. Minho's chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths, his eyes fixed on the floor.

Why did Jaeho leave me here? Jisung wondered. Do I even have the right to comfort him? Memories of their last encounter flooded his mind –

Jisung's eyes lingered on Minho's slumped form, his mind racing for a solution.

Jisung's thoughts swirled with uncertainty. Should he reach out or retreat? The tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to pulse with every passing moment.

Minho's shoulders sagged, his body language screaming defeat. Jisung's heart ached, recognizing the depth of his pain.

Suddenly, Minho's eyes flickered, locking onto Jisung's. For an instant, their gazes held, the silence between them crackling with unspoken emotions.

Jisung's breath caught. In that fleeting moment, he saw the Minho he once knew – vulnerable, scared, and desperately seeking comfort.

Minho's eyes dropped, shattering the connection. Jisung's chest tightened, his mind racing for a way to reconnect.

"Minho?" Jisung whispered, his voice barely audible.

No response.

Jisung took a tentative step forward, his hand extending, hesitating mid-air.

Jisung's voice whispered softly, "Minho, it's getting late. You should head home."

Minho's sobs subsided, replaced by ragged breathing. He lifted his head, eyes red-rimmed.

"Home?" Minho repeated, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Jisung nodded gently. "Yeah, it's almost midnight."

Minho's gaze drifted away, his expression haunted.

Jisung hesitated, weighing his options. "Minho, you can't drive in this state. You came with your own car, right?"

Minho nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on Jisung's.

"I'll call Jaeho to drive you home," Jisung suggested.

Minho's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and desperation. "No... don't want Jaeho. Want you."

Jisung's heart skipped a beat. The raw emotion in Minho's voice shook him.

"Minho, I..." Jisung trailed off, unsure.

Minho's eyes pleaded, "Stay with me tonight. Don't leave me alone."

The vulnerability in Minho's words cracked Jisung's resolve.

"Please,"

A/n : Actually, I got this idea today only while I was taking a bath, lmao, and I like the idea of minsung being EX, breaking up with each other. So, I decided to write it. It's an absolutely short story.