𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

twenty-five 🗝

Minho wakes up in the middle of the night, the light of the phone hitting his eyes.

25 text messages from Song Jiwoo again - and he never even bothered to read one.

He knew Jiwoo hates chasing people and she would rather give up than pour out all her attention on someone who doesn't want to talk to her.

So why is she doing it now?

Minho decided to open her messages.

"She's still there?" Minho peeked at his window and sure enough Jiwoo was sitting on one of the swings, scrolling through her phone.

He was debating whether or not to go and talk to her but he knew if he did, he would never let her go and he knows he likes Dahyun way more than her.

But does he really?

Minho closed his curtain and went back to bed.

"Maybe if I sleep a bit longer, I could finally decide on something," He mutters before closing his eyes again.

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Chungha pushed the plate away from her, "I'm not hungry."

"Chungha, you're going to sing at the fund raising later, I don't want you to faint," The Auntie said while pushing her plate back to her.

"I'm not in the mood!"

"What's with all the screaming?" Chan asked, walking downstairs, rubbing his ears. Minho was following behind.

"Chungha won't eat," Felix answers, finishing his orange juice.

Minho sat down on the table, "Why? You're not hungry?"

Chungha glared at the older boy, "And you have the nerve to sit there and eat some pancakes."

Minho stopped pouring the syrup and looked at the pancakes and back at Chungha, "Why? Did Jisung make these?"

"If he did, I would've been in the bathroom right now," Felix interjects.

Chan opened the newspaper again, "Just eat it Chungha. You need your energy."

Chungha began to sulk, "You don't get it!"

"What's there to get?" Minho asked, already eating. "You're going to perform later and we're asking you to eat. How can you not comprehend that?"

She glares at him and pointed at the table, "Do you notice anyone missing?"

Minho looks around, "Jisung."

"And?"

"Jiwoo?" The memory of Jiwoo waiting at the swing last night suddenly popped in his head. "But, you know how she is. She'll just wake up later."

Chungha's voice suddenly softens, "So you haven't been to her room?"

Chan puts down his newspaper, "What happened?"

Minho showed a worried look as he raised an eyebrow to Chungha, "Something wrong?"

Chungha stands up, "Yes. Unnie's gone."