EX 一 Minsung

5| MISTAKE

After a friendly dinner, it was time for minho to go to his own house. Jaeho, who is secretly a matchmaker, obviously not so secret, but he thought so, had made an excuse that he urgently needed to go to the washroom and asked jisung to lead minho for his leaving.

Well, neither of them complained about it,  jaeho leaving the two alone walking away, minho glance at jisung, who was still looking at his brother's clear intention. He sighed softly before he stood up, minho follow the movement, and stood up as well.  

Jisung walked ahead minho, but slowly before him, it was quiet and calm. Minho says no words, but his eyes were all over Jisung, speak volumes but silently.

As they approached the door, jisung stood there as he waited for minho to step out without even glancing at him. Minho unnoticingly was about to sulked,  sound like a child, but he was upset with the fact that jisung doesn't even look at him, and talk is far away to even mentioned, unless he start it himself. 

Minho stepped his foot outside, jisung waited for minho to leave so he could close the door and go to his own room, but minho didn't even move from there. Curiosity spike up, he slowly lift his gaze meeting Minho's gazes. 

Jisung blinked confusingly, wondering why minho wasn't leaving. He broke the silence, " Why aren't you leaving?" He quietly asked.  Minho didn't answer right after, he observe Jisung's tone and expression. 

A short silence, as minho says nothing but look at jisung.

Then he spoke, "Aren't you gonna wish me good night?" Minho uttered. He was sulking , wishing to hear those words again. Jisung swallowed his dry throat, thinking back about those past night together, their sweet good night wishes.

"Hm, good night," jisung blurted out, averting the gaze away from minho. He clearly didn't say it wholeheartedly. Minho's brow furrowed in disapproval at jisung's words.

Minho's gaze lingered on Jisung's averted face, his heart sinking. The half-hearted good night wish only intensified his longing.

"Thanks," Minho said softly, his voice tinged with disappointment.

Jisung's eyes remained downcast, his expression unreadable. Minho's eyes searched Jisung's face, yearning for a glimpse of the warmth they once shared.

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken emotions. Minho's chest tightened, his throat constricting. He turned to leave, but his feet felt rooted.

"Jisung," Minho called out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung's gaze flickered up, their eyes meeting for an instant. Minho's heart skipped a beat, but Jisung's expression revealed nothing.

"What?" Jisung asked curtly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Minho's words caught in his throat.

Minho's eyes pleaded for a glimmer of the past affection, but Jisung's expression remained impassive. The silence hung like a weight, suffocating the air between them.

"Nothing," he said.

As Minho turned to leave, Jisung's hand instinctively reached out, his fingers twitching with the urge to stop him. But he hesitated, his resolve wavering.

Their eyes met once more, and for an instant, longing flickered in Minho's gaze. Jisung's mask slipped, revealing a hint of regret.

The door creaked shut behind Minho, enveloping Jisung in silence.  Jisung's eyes closed, his chest heavy with emotion. A pang struck his heart – was it regret or longing? Only time would tell.

The night air seemed to vibrate with unspoken words, Minho's footsteps faded into the darkness.

As Minho walked home, the cool night air failed to calm his racing thoughts. Jisung's indifferent goodbye echoed in his mind.

"Why did I expect more?" Minho wondered.

Upon reaching his house , Minho shed his shoes and clothes, his movements mechanical.

Under the shower's warm stream, Minho's thoughts drifted to Jisung. He recalled their laughter, their whispers, their stolen glances.

His heart ached.

Minho's thoughts swirled in a vortex of regret, Jisung's words echoing like a haunting melody. "One mistake, and you'll lose me forever." The phrase seared his mind, a burning reminder of what could never be again.

As he lay in bed, the darkness seemed to close in, suffocating him. His mind raced with memories of Jisung - the laughter, the whispers, the stolen glances. Each recollection pierced his heart, a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost.

The shadows on his wall seemed to grow longer, like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch away his last shred of hope. Minho's thoughts turned to reason behind the result, her unexpected appearances, their innocent encounters - or so he thought.

A wave of uncertainty washed over him. Had he truly made a mistake? Was it her fault or his own? The questions swirled, a maelstrom of self-doubt.

His phone buzzed, shattering the silence. The name flashed on the screen, message stark: "Meet me tomorrow. We need to talk." Minho's gut clenched, his heart sinking.

A/N: Since I wrote this book out of nowhere and I seems to like this book for some reason, I decided to plot some good ideas so apparently I've got one, I'll stick to that half way through.