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3 | BROKEN

Jisung's heart splintered as Minho's desperate plea echoed through his mind. "Stay with me tonight. Don't leave me alone."

With a heavy sigh, Jisung acquiesced, his resolve shattered by Minho's vulnerability.

As they navigated the sparse party crowd, Jisung struggled to support Minho's dead weight, his own emotions threatening to collapse. The drive to Minho's house was a blur of city lights and unspoken tension.

Jisung's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he glanced at Minho, whose head lolled against the window, eyes closed. Their skin touched as Jisung helped Minho with the seatbelt, sending sparks through his veins.

For a fleeting moment, their gazes met, the air thick with unresolved emotions. The silence between them was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words.

As Jisung pulled into Minho's parking lot, the tension amplified. At Minho's house door, Jisung hesitated.

"Keys?" he asked. Minho didn't respond, lost in his drunken haze.  Jisung's heart sank.

With trembling hands, Jisung slid his fingers into Minho's pant pocket, the intimacy of the gesture sending shivers down his spine. As Jisung unlocked the door, their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, he saw the Minho he once knew – the one who had captured his heart.

The key trembled in his hand, a testament to his own fragile emotions. Stepping into the dimly lit house, the silence enveloped them like a shroud. Minho collapsed onto the couch, Jisung sitting beside him, the proximity a painful reminder of their lost love.

Memories of their past swirled in Jisung's mind – laughter, tears, and whispers shared within these very walls. Longing and sadness wrestled within him, refusing to let go. The lingering feelings he thought he'd buried rose to the surface.

But they were broken.

Jisung's gaze drifted to Minho's face, softened by intoxication. Nostalgia washed over him, reminiscing about the life they once built together.

This home, once their sanctuary, now held only bittersweet memories. Happy moments intertwined with heartbreaking ones, taunting him with what could never be again.

Jisung's tears fell, a mixture of grief and yearning. He wept for the love they lost, for the memories they made, and for the future they'd never have.

Jisung's weary eyes drifted shut, surrendering to exhaustion's crushing weight. The silence enveloped him,

Minho's soft snores filled the room, a haunting melody that echoed through Jisung's memories. Their laughter, their tears, their whispers – all now taunted him with what could never be again.

Their broken love lingered, a specter that haunted the shadows. Jisung's gaze wandered to Minho's peaceful face, now softened by intoxication and sleep.

A mix of longing and sadness twisted his heart, like a knife turning in an open wound. He couldn't stay here, yet leaving seemed impossible. The distance to his brother's house loomed, a daunting obstacle.

Jisung's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Minho's.  Minho stirred, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Jisung's breath hitched, his heart aching with every beat.

Their devastated expressions mirrored each other – two shattered souls, lost in a sea of heartbreak. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on Jisung's fragile emotions. Tears threatened, burning his eyes like embers.

Minho's snores softened, a gentle hum that belied the turmoil within Jisung.Their past and present collided, a catastrophic crash that left Jisung reeling. Longing and sadness wrestled, their love lost forever.

The room sank into silence, enveloped in a tranquil slumber. Both Jisung and Minho succumbed to exhaustion, their unresolved emotions lingering like a mist.

Morning dawned, casting a warm glow through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight danced across the room, illuminating the fragile atmosphere.

Jisung stirred, his movements tentative. Disorientation clouded his mind for a fleeting moment until his gaze fell upon Minho's peaceful form on the adjacent couch.

Tension coursed through his veins.

With deliberate silence, Jisung rose, his eyes locked onto Minho's serene face. The arching pain in his heart threatened to overwhelm him.

Memories of their charged encounter the previous night still lingered, etched in his mind like a haunting melody.

With one final glance, Jisung turned away, his departure as quiet as the morning dawn.

The stillness swallowed his absence, leaving Minho to his dreams, unaware of Jisung's silent departure.

Jisung left quietly, leaving Minho asleep. Morning light filled the room, highlighting Jisung's pain.

As Jisung walked away, his footsteps faded. He couldn't forget Minho's peaceful face.

Their lost love still hurt. Jisung thought about their past - happy times, sad times, and quiet moments.

He felt torn, unsure what to do. Leaving was hard, but staying was harder.

The city woke up around him, a stark contrast to the silence between them.

Minho's eyes fluttered open, his head spinning with a dull ache. He struggled to sit up, his mind foggy from the remnants of intoxication. As he rubbed his temples, memories began to resurface.

Their unexpected meeting at the party flashed before his eyes. Jisung's face, unchanged and captivating, seared itself into his mind.

The encounter's intensity left him breathless. Every detail about Jisung remained etched in his memory – the looks, the smile, the gentle touch.

Minho's heart arched with a mix of emotions. He recalled his drunken stumble, Jisung's steady guidance, and their slow walk to the car.

Jisung's hand, sliding into his pant pocket to retrieve the keys, sent shivers down his spine. Their proximity had felt eerily familiar, the touches still sparking a deep connection.

As the memories flooded back, Minho's attachment to Jisung resurfaced. The familiarity of their interactions, the comfort of their silence, it all still lingered. Their broken love, though fractured, remained potent. Minho's chest tightened, his emotions swirling in turmoil.

With a heavy sigh, Minho swung his legs over the side of the couch, planting his feet firmly on the ground. The room seemed to spin once more, but his thoughts remained fixed on Jisung. Their chance encounter had awakened feelings he thought were long buried.

The wounds of their breakup still felt raw, the pain lingering from just two months ago. The memories remained vivid, etched in their minds and hearts like open sores. Time hadn't dulled the ache; instead, it seemed to intensify the longing.

Their separation was still a fresh, gaping chasm, impossible to ignore. Every recollection, every shared moment, and every whispered promise echoed through their thoughts. The anguish of their lost love remained palpable, refusing to fade.

For Jisung and Minho, the past wasn't truly past – it was an ongoing, gnawing presence. Their hearts continued to grapple with the shattered remains of their relationship.