since our eyes first met - Minsung

챕터a girl?

first Minhos POV:

It was a quiet day at the dorm. The others were all out, and I was sitting alone in the living room. It wasn't the first time I'd been alone – I was used to having my space. But today? Today felt different. The silence pressed down on my chest, as if it were suffocating me. I couldn't explain it, but something was missing. A feeling I couldn't place. Maybe it was the absence of the others and the complete stillness, or maybe it was just the way things were today... but perhaps, it was because Jisung wasn't here.

I hadn't planned on doing anything special today. A little music, some videos, maybe work on a new dance. But I couldn't seem to get into any of it. Instead, I stared at my phone, letting my fingers glide over the screen without actually seeing anything.

»He'll be back soon,« I muttered to myself, more out of habit than real conviction. Jisung had told me yesterday he would be back in the afternoon. Lately, we had spent a lot of time together, whether practicing or just chilling in the dorm. Those moments when it was just the two of us had somehow become a comforting routine I didn't want to miss. It was... nice. Soothing.

But today, he wasn't here, and somehow I could feel how much I missed him.

The thought of Jisung made me snap to attention when I suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening. The faint squeak of the door, followed by a soft click. Jisung. He's back. I could feel the wave of relief wash over me. It was a strange but pleasant feeling.I jumped up and walked into the hallway to greet him. But as I saw the door closing behind him, something immediately caught my attention.

Jisung was standing in the doorway, but he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him. Someone I didn't know. She was about the same height as Jisung, with long brown hair that she let fall loosely over her shoulder. Her skin was pale, but she had that kind of presence that immediately drew your attention. She was wearing a loose white T-shirt and a worn denim jacket, laughing loudly as she said something to him.

»Come on, you're so mean!« I heard her say, her voice cheerful and warm. She playfully nudged him in the side as they walked down the hallway.

Jisung grinned back, his eyes sparkling, and I saw that familiar smile on his face—the one he rarely showed. »You can't just blame everything on me,« he replied, laughing.

What was that?

The two of them were talking, laughing together as if they had known each other forever. It was the kind of laughter that only happens when two people share a moment of complete ease. Something inside me twisted as I watched them. It wasn't that I didn't want to see it—it just felt... wrong. They had such an effortless ease with each other, something I couldn't quite understand.

Who is she? Why is she here?

The door to the hallway hadn't fully closed when the girl pulled away from him and started to leave. She looked back at Jisung once more. »I really have to go now. See you!«

»Sure, see you soon!« Jisung called after her, his voice still filled with that smile.

I stood there, frozen. In the last few weeks, I had gotten used to a lot of things—the noise, the constant chatter, the closeness of the others. But the way they laughed together, the way they were so comfortable with each other, stirred something inside me that I couldn't explain.

Jisung finally noticed me and stepped into the hallway. »Hey, you're back too! Got anything going on?« he asked, giving me a quick glance.

»Yeah,« I replied, more out of reflex than any real desire to talk. »But... who was that?« The question came out sharper than I meant it to.

»Yeona,« Jisung said, as if that explained everything. He walked over to the couch, took off his jacket, and tossed it over a chair. »She's an old friend. We hadn't seen each other in a while, so we caught up.«

»An old friend,« I repeated, trying to make sense of it. It was hard to forget the way the two of them had been together—their ease, their connection. »Why didn't you ever tell me about her?«

»Honestly, Minho?« Jisung looked at me, now a little confused, as he collapsed onto the couch. »It's really nothing. I didn't think you needed to know. We're just old friends, that's all.«

»But you two seemed pretty close,« I said, and somehow, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than he was letting on. »You laughed a lot together. It didn't seem like a normal friendship.«

Jisung tilted his head back and grinned widely at me. »You're really curious today. It's really nothing, Minho. We just talked, that's it. You don't need to worry about it.«

»I'm not worried,« I said, but that was a lie. Why should I be worried?

I suddenly felt strange, as if I were in a situation I didn't understand. The idea of Jisung being so close to this... Yeona bothered me in a way I couldn't explain. It was like something inside me was fighting against this scene—like I was the one excluded from a picture I had imagined for myself.

»You're acting weird today,« Jisung said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. »But that's okay. You're still my brother.«

I nodded, even though it was hard to end the conversation. »Yeah, my brother,« I murmured. But somehow, it didn't quite match what I was feeling.

»Honestly, you don't need to worry,« Jisung said, standing up. »Come on, let's grab something to eat or something. I'm sorry if I made you feel like you were left out.«

I just nodded. »Sure, let's eat,« I said, even though in my mind, the image of him and Yeona was still floating around.I knew I was probably overthinking it. It was just a girl, and Jisung wasn't the type to get too deeply involved in anything. But in that moment, I felt off. Something inside me had shifted, and I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

Maybe it was because I just didn't know how I was supposed to feel. But deep down, I knew I was more affected by this situation than I'd ever admit.

But it has always been difficult for me to show my feelings, or rather, I never liked showing them.

Ooooohhhhh!! Someone got jealous. I hope the chapter was like the real Minho would do it... I really don't feel like I can right in Minho's POV perfectly but I try
1117 words in this chapter. See ya, gays! o(￣┰￣*)ゞ