Soulmate System - Minsung

Chapter 33 - Starting over

Lee Minho

Suddenly, he was everywhere.

Even while Baekho and jisung were together, I didn't see him this much. Not to the point where I was rubbing my eyes to confirm I wasn't hallucinating and the lack of sleep wasn't finally catching up to me.

But no, he was real. As much as I wish he wasn't.

Over the course of the last week and a half, I'd probably seen Baekho over 10 times. Keep in mind, this is a college campus where spotting someone, even if they're in your own grade, without plan is difficult.

From the bakery I always got Jisungs cheesecakes to the fucking basement library that nobody ever goes to—his stupid face was always there, buried into his phone. I'd recognize him and immediately walk the other way, praying he wouldn't look up and see me too.

I didn't want to fight him with the amount of pent up rage I had for that Baek-hoe.

But what was worse then seeing his—ugly disgusting horrible bitch—face was Jisungs reaction whenever he was with me.

At seungmins birthday party, I could tell Jisungs anxiety had peaked. It made my heart break to see him so disheveled, knowing he was still struggling with his own thoughts over what happened.

I wanted to be there for him and make him smile more often. And it hurt to see his eyes blow up and his hands start to shake everytime we came across his ex.

The only thing I could do was stay by his side.

Just like right now.

I rub and down Jisungs back, my other hand placed on his shoulder as the younger calmed his breathing down. Taking long breaths and timed exhales after retreating to the closest bathroom until the panic subsides.

"You're okay sungie." I softly whisper over and over again, making sure the younger wouldn't get too deep in his head.

His hands were clenched up again and his eyes were tightly shut, as if he was focusing really hard. Jisung gives me a small nod to signal he heard me, or maybe to convince himself I wasn't lying to him.

I was worried too. How much longer could this go on?

Eventually, jisung and him would have to interact. At this rate, their could literally physically bump into eachother with how often he's around us.

It almost makes me think whether Baekhos purposely trying to make that happen.

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Han Jisung

"Bye innie! See you tomorrow!" I smile with a big wave as the younger walks off to return to his apartment. The sun had begun to set outside, leaving the sky a mix of pink orange and black, and my little study date with our maknae had come to an end.

I begin to pack all my stuff from the window side table we had been at, letting out a yawn that reminded me of how tired I am. Being a college student here was no joke, and if it was, it wasn't funny.

But atleast I could go home now. Bury myself under the warm covers of my bed, forgetting about all the stress until tomorrow, when that dreaded alarm would go off and the cycle would repeat.

But for now- I could rest.

Stretching my arms and legs one last time and throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I push my chair in and begin to stroll out of the building. Walking past the people behind the counters, who had almost finished closing up for the night as well.