jisung sat on his bedroom facing the window. it was pouring outside and rain hit the glass hardly, yet the sound was calm. he leaned on the window frame, his head lying on his hands, and closed his eyes. he took a deep sigh, even though he wasn't physically tired. he was just waiting, after all. he kept his room tidy in case he showed up, because would minho think if he saw how messy his room was? he'd probably think he was a disaster. but jisung thought, later when he had enough of waiting, that maybe minho had seen his room, and that was the reason why he never showed up again.
