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4 | SPARK

"What!? You came home without talking to him? Oh my gosh,  I purposely leave you with him because I knew you both needed each other's presence.....well,  it's okay. "  told jaeho.

He want his brother and his friend to get back together, he have been catching them grieving in silence. So, he decided to help them. Both are suffering. 

Their meeting at the party last night was made on purpose after discovering that Jisung's was his best friend, ex-lover. And noticing both have gone through the same state of grief. He knew he should do something.

" I just ........ can't, " jisung muttered, his eyes downcast voice lace with sadness. His brother understands it. So he reassured jisung, " it's okay, things will get better. I hope him, " he said, hugging his brother and caressing his back.

Days later,

In his own home, Jisung sat at his desk, staring out the window. The sunlight danced across the garden, reminding him of afternoons spent with Minho.

His thoughts drifted to their shared moments: lazy mornings, spontaneous adventures, and quiet evenings.

A faint smile touched his lips as he remembered Minho's goofy impressions, his passion for music, and their deep conversations.

Jisung's heart ached with a mix of nostalgia and longing. He missed Minho's reassuring presence.

He was snapped back from his thought when his brother called him, " jisung!" He didn't respond but stood up and went downstairs .

"Yes, hyung?"  He answered calmly,  his brother turn behind. "I want you to go get me some stuff from the convenience store. I'm too lazy to go, would you do that for me please?"

Jisung agreed. He has nothing to do anyway, so his brother told him what to get, he went upstairs to grabbed his phone before leaving, " Will be back soon, then" said jisung,  sliding his shoes.

Jisung stepped into the convenience store's fluorescent glow, effortlessly gathering the items on his brother's list. As he checked out, his thoughts drifted to Jaeho's languid afternoon, spent lounging on the couch.

With transaction complete, Jisung pushed open the door and stepped into the crisp evening air. The scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass enveloped him.

Adjusting his bag, he took a deep breath and began walking, lost in thought. The soft glow of streetlights cast long shadows behind him.

Suddenly, he halted, his gaze colliding with a familiar figure.

Minho stood outside, and the phone pressed to his ear. His low, soothing voice carried on the breeze.

"...alright, got it. I'll grab the drinks," Minho said, his words dripping with reassurance.

Jisung froze, torn between approaching or slipping away unseen. Minho ended the call and turned to enter the store. And that's when his eyes met with jisung.

Time suspended.

Time froze as Minho's gaze met Jisung's, their eyes locking in a tender, wordless understanding. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the pounding of Jisung's heart.

Minho's strides bridged the distance, his tall frame enveloping Jisung in a sense of safety. Jisung's gaze lifted, meeting Minho's intense stare, filled with warmth and longing.

The air thickened with unspoken emotions, electric tension crackling between them.

Suddenly, Minho's phone pierced the silence, shattering the moment. He hesitated, then answered.