Minsung - Oneshots (READ DESCRIPTION)

It's okay, baby. I'm right here.

Genre: slight angst, fluff

(not checked for mistakes soz) (I'd really appreciate if you would like to comment a bit too... sorryyyy but in genuinely motivates me and o love replying to them)

18:00pm

21:00pm

Just a bit more and I'll go

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00:00am

I'm not that tired.

01:00am 

02:00am

It was now 3 in the morning and Jisung was still in the studio. He had been working on a song for the past three days.

Normally, it would come out naturally. The lyrics throwing themselves at the paper straight from his head, creating a masterpiece. Words flowing, his hand moving constantly.

That's how it normally was. But that wasn't really happening in the moment of time. 

It wasn't happening because normally it would just come naturally at his own time. Not when he was pressured to compose a song in the span of four days. 

It had truly been a long time since his boss told him off. He apparently wasn't doing the 'bare minimum' and he could do 'way better than this'. 

These seemingly small hurtful comments made the poor squirrel boy overthink a lot. What if his fans, what if stays were also disappointed in him. He could do better, he needed to do better. He couldn't let himself slip.

So here he was on his third day, crossing onto the fourth. He had papers all over small ideas scribbled everywhere on different papers. He had finally managed to do the intro to his song... after three entire days. The inspiration was slowly coming, but he felt like he was frozen. His mind worked but too many ideas flooded his mind. To the point the different ideas mixed together forming random phrases and honestly a complete mess in his head.

He was tired too. Exhausted to be exact. Not like he would ever admit it, but his dark eye bags and pale skin would speak for itself.

He rubbed his eyes once again resting his head on his hands for less than 5 seconds.

He went back to work immediately. 

And yes, he did have another day to finish the song in his self made goal. He had one full day ahead of him which would work so perfectly after a good night's sleep.

However, he had plans with Minho, his boyfriend the next day. It wasn't an important anniversary or event. It was just a random small date. Truthfully, Minho would not be even a little bit upset if Jisung couldn't make it to the date. He knew how important work was for both of them and would definitely understand his lover.

However, in Jisung's tired and drained brain, the worst scenarios happened. He imagined how hurt Minho would be, how much regret would fill him.. to the point he really couldn't concentrate on the song and had rather gone on the date.

Too many thoughts filled the poor boy's mind. Lyrics mixing up, feeling like he disappoints everyone around him, feeling not good enough. All of the thoughts fuelled by how tired and sleep deprived he was.

Too many thoughts filled his head, so many that he found himself somehow on the couch. Knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. His eyes drooping and his breathing now slowly picking up. 

He felt the familiar scrunch in his chest a painful one that made all the air in his lungs disappear for a few seconds.

His hands started shaking. His eyes focused on the chair infront of him. He looked zoned out but there were so many thoughts behind those watering eyes. And they started slowly overflowing with tears. He gasped for air and sobbed into his knees. His hands shaking even more and slowly feeling dizzier by second.