The Red String || Minsung

Chapter 5

The next day everyone left bc they had school or work.

Minho was left alone in his apartment as no one was home and headed to the roof to look at the view.

Since he met jisung he's never thought about killing himself.

He sat there dangling his legs of the edge watching the scene below. He hates heights but he loves the views.

He didn't think about what it looked like to the people below he was happy with the wind blowing in his hair.

His white baggy shirt was a bit dirty at the bottom from the floor but he didn't mind. I mean he was in his uniform but he wasn't going to go.

He than felt someone sit next to him and heard a bag chuck to the ground.

He looked to the side to see non other than jisung.

"You're not going to kill your self right now right?" He looked ahead no eye contact.

"No don't worry.. I was just looking at the view" Minho replied.

And the two boys were silent again starring into the dark view it's early morning so the sun hasn't risen yet.

"Why are you here?" Minho asked sounding a bit more cold than intended.

"Well I woke up early and couldn't fall asleep and wanted to get a better view of the city." Jisung replied

Minho looked at him and realised they were wearing the same uniform.

"You go to that dance school?" He gazed into his eyes.

"Kinda. I'm on the production cause at the moment. I need to get better to keep up with my mates. So... I'm taking a semester cause" jisung replied avoiding the eye contact

They boys were talking and laughing than sat there in silence admiring the view, when Minho heard something.

He turned around to see some woman on her phone, her face covered. She looked at him for a second and froze. Before running off. Strange. He thought.

The sun was beginning to rise.

"Are you going to class today?" Minho asked jisung

"Nah. I don't feel like it. Wanna go somewhere?" Jisungs eyes lit up and he stood up reaching a had out to Minhos

He grabbed it and the two walked to his apartment.

They got out of their uniform and headed out. It still wasn't that bright yet, the hues from the rising sun made jisungs features pop out to him and he just couldn't stop staring.

Jisung pulled up his mask and grabbed Minhos hand.

Minho didn't question it and allowed himself to be guided by the boy.

The pace they were walking at turned into a run.

Now the two boys were running down the street hand in hand. Minho noticed some old people were looking at them strange.

But he couldn't care less. He felt so comfortable in jisung touch. Even though they have only met 4 times.

Jisung let go of his hand as they reached a building.

"What's this?" Minho began.

"Come you will love it!" Jisungs smile grew wider.

They stepped in the building and colours smacked Minho right in the face.

Flashing light. Loud noises. Sounds of games. The crowed was massive.

There was an elevated stage. On that stage was-