Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 66

It was Tuesday.

Minho ended up having a few minutes of sleep.

He had fallen asleep after staring at his wall on the couch, but hasn't been able to move much since.

As he woke up, he had hoped that all of this was a Nightmare. When he'll stand up, it'll be Monday, and he'll go pick up Jisung at the station.

Jisung will kiss him, Minho will hold him, and all of this will just be a bad dream.

But no, it was indeed Tuesday, and Jisung still wasn't back.

Chan had left pretty early, having things to do as he apologized and promised to come back later.

Minho hadn't answered.

Finally decided to stand up, he looked at the table.

He had forgotten to eat yesterday, and noticed some snacks. He grabbed a handful, then walked to Jisung's room.

As much as Jisung tried to be organized in the common spaces, he had always been a little messy in his room.

That made him feel a little lighter to tease him in his mind.

He walked in the room, getting a bit distracted by the bed.

He wanted to roll in the covers and smell the textile. Hoping to be reminded of his lover's scent.

But then he shook his head.

He started searching around the bedroom, everywhere, moving clothes, moving papers, and opening his suitcase.

He searched everywhere, then remembered something. 

The books.

He started looking at the different covers, most of them being from the Uni's library.

Until he found one that was a bit too weird to not come from his town.

And he opened it.

'Incheon' it said.

Minho had never heard about it, but he was really hoping it'd be his hometown.

He googled it, quickly.

And after reading that it was a small town with a few inhabitants, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

It was there, he had the name of the town.

It was the first step.

After that, he spent hours staring at his phone.

He had opened his texts with Jisung, and reread the same ones over and over again.

At first, he was blindly looking, hoping for a signal, hoping for a call that'll say that Jisung had a problem but that he was now sitting on the bus.

But no, nothing.

And after realizing he had to make a call that'll indicate them how was Jisung condition, he felt terrified, his blood freezing.

He wanted to know, he needed it. But at the same time, he didn't.

He called Felix, he needed help.

He gulped loudly, finger trembling as he approached Jisung's number.

"It's okay" Felix had reassuringly said, a hand holding his shoulder.

But it was clear that Felix wasn't feeling okay either.

He called.

And the first beeps were so long it hurt Minho's head.

His stress level was dangerously rising, his phone in his hand shaking along.

And it picked up.

The two of them turned their heads to each other, eyes widened.

They didn't know how to react. They didn't know if they had to be happy or sad.

Minho's breath cut, and Felix mouth closed.

Minho wasn't daring to speak.

They waited in silence, hearing nothing from the other side either.

Until they did.

"Who is it ?"

A low voice asked.

A voice that sounded nothing like Jisung's.

It sounded more like a man, in his 40's.

They stared at each other in total shock, now having clear answers to their questions.

Minho hung up, throwing his phone aside as he stood up abruptly, hands passing in his hair and pulling at it.

"Min" Felix stood up along, noticing his state.

"Fuck this shit" Minho mumbled, lips trembling as tears started filling his eyes.

"Minho, please" Felix said, trying to delicately grab his arm.

As soon as he did, the sudden contact made Minho crumble.

He fell in a fit of cries, kneeling down as his legs couldn't bear with the pressure.

He put his hands on his face and lowered down more, facing the floor.

His lungs seemed to be exploding.