Minho and Jisung-two stars in the same orbit, bound by friendship yet aching for more.
Minho chases a dream his father rejects, torn between ambition and forbidden love.
Jisung, the perfect son, hides his longing behind a flawless smile.
In a w...
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Song of the chapter: Coming down By The weeknd
Chapter: 17
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Jisung lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His fingers were tangled in the soft sheets, the quiet hum of the city outside his window the only sound. It had been a restless night, one full of fragmented dreams and half-forgotten thoughts. He missed Minho. He could still feel the warmth of Minho's embrace, the familiar weight of his hand in his own, but now, in this quiet, empty space, everything felt distant.
It wasn't that he minded being alone. In fact, he'd gotten used to the silence that filled his apartment when Minho wasn't there. It was more the emptiness that lingered, the hollow feeling in his chest that couldn't quite be filled by anyone else. He sat up slowly, stretching his arms above his head, a yawn escaping his lips. His phone buzzed on the nightstand, and he reached for it, hoping it was a message from Minho.
It wasn't.
It was a call, anonymous.
Jisung stared at the screen for a moment, his heart rate quickening just slightly. He hesitated before answering, but then the phone call ended as abruptly as it had come. The strange, eerie sense of being watched lingered in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know why, but it unsettled him.
"Probably just some random spam," he muttered to himself, trying to brush off the unease. He needed to focus. He needed to move on with his day.
After a quick shower, he dressed in one of Hyunjin's oversized sweaters that he'd borrowed the last time they hung out. It was warm, comfortable, and—he had to admit—he liked the way Hyunjin's style made him feel. The coolness of Hyunjin's clothes made Jisung feel like he was stepping into another person's skin, one that was effortlessly confident, even when he himself didn't always feel that way. The thought made him smile slightly, though the feeling was bittersweet. He wondered how someone as amazing as Hyunjin could ever doubt himself, but then, didn't everyone have their own insecurities, even if they were masked by perfect facades?
His phone buzzed again. This time, it was Minho.
Hey, what are you up to?
Jisung smiled as he typed a quick reply, feeling a warmth spread through him just from reading Minho's name.
Just getting ready. You?
He didn't want to burden Minho with his own unease about the strange call. Minho had enough to worry about with the audition. Jisung didn't want to distract him. Not now, when Minho's dream was so close within reach.
