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Jisung didn't recognize himself when he looked in the mirror. He didn't know how long he had been alone, but some days (he thinks) ago, Minho didn't come back. Jisung didn't eat, or drink, or sleep or do anything but wait for the older.
Why wasn't Minho coming back? Where had he gone? Why didn't Jisung go with him? The questions spun around faster and faster in Jisung's head. The faint sound of the radio playing an old love song got even fainter, and Jisung could feel himself being pulled in and out of reality. Was it day? Was it night? Why was he sitting here waiting for someone who had kidnapped him? Was he going crazy?
Where is Minho?
The sound of the door opening made Jisung instantly snap his head up to look. In the doorway stood Minho, with sweat dripping from his forehead and blood on his jeans. Jisung didn't think twice before running over to hug him.
Minho hugged back. He had a smirk on his face and looked... thankful. "I thought you may had left since I was gone." Minho said. "I would never. You told me to stay, so i stayed." Jisung said, not acknowledging the warm tears pouring down his cheeks. "You haven't eaten or slept, have you?" Minho looked at the significantly skinnier younger. Jisung just looked at his feet before shaking his head. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "Go lay down in bed, i'll cook up something." Minho pressed a soft kiss on Jisung's cheek before walking to the kitchen.
"Can we open the blinds?" Jisung asked after he had eaten. He was still extremely tiered, but not knowing what time of the day it was, had really messed him up. "ok" Minho answered before getting up to open the blinds. Once he did, sunlight lit up the room beautifully. It felt like Jisung could think clearly for the first time in weeks, and everything felt warm and familiar. For the first time in weeks he thought about Changbin, Chan, Woojin and the others. His mind also went to his friends back in Incheon. Chanhee and Hyunjoon, they were probably the biggest reason he was like he is. He grew up with them, they always supported him, and even tho they probably were the biggest bad influences ever, he loved them.
Maybe he could contact them again when he left?
