𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Thanks

I saw him standing in front of his locker. I glanced back and forth between him and my own locker. I should go talk to him. I should thank him for the track like Chan said...or maybe I shouldn't. But he probably worked hard on it, but he probably doesn't even know it was for me or maybe he made it for me specifically, no he couldn't of-

Stop Minho, get yourself together. I sighed to myself. I'll just right him a note. I quickly teared a piece of paper from the note book that sat in my groggy locker.

D̶e̶a̶r̶ To Jisung

Thank you for the track you made me. I'm not sure if you knew you made it for me or not but it's really amazing and I appreciate it alot. That's all I'm gonna say because this is already weird enough.

- Minho

I held the piece of paper in my hands. This is way too cringey, but I don't really have time to write another. I quickly jogged over to Jisung's locker, seen as he had just begun walking to class. I slipped the note through the small openings in the metal door and walked off before anyone saw.

No turning back now.

This is weird, thanking Jisung. Yes he did something for me, I'm supposed to thank him. So this doesn't mean anything. I still hate him. He's annoying. He's awkward. He's easily flustered. He's got puffy cheeks. He's got pretty eye- wait no, what am I saying?

I almost slammed down in my seat. This is not happening. I'm not starting to...to like...nope, no not happening. Not happening, this isn't happening.

I guess I wasn't being subtle about my crisis as the annoying blonde in front of me noticed my noise.

"Can you be quiet, there are other people in this classroom." Jisung snapped. I didn't insult him, I didn't talk back, I didn't even look up.

-

I turned back around in my seat. Nothing? I just told him to shut up and he says nothing?

Why is Minho doing this to me? It's like everytime I remind myself he's an asshole who ruined my life, I start to think I'm wrong.

Something was up with him, I could tell...but he would never talk to me about it.

After classes had finished I walked to my locker. Minho's weird mood had continued through the whole day, it kind of messed me up not having him annoying me, not even a little. As I opened my locker a piece of paper fell to my feet.

"What the hell?" I picked it up, flipping it over to see messy handwriting scribbled over it.

My things almost slipped from my hands as I finished reading the note. How the hell did he find out it was me who made the track? This is why he was being weird. God damnit Jisung, why did you do this to yourself?

I got out of the school as quick as I could. Somehow I believed if I left the school I'd be leaving my problems too but deep down I knew that wasn't true.

I almost ran to the studio. I sat in Chan and Changbin's room, waiting for them to arrive.

I had no one else to turn to. So far they were the closest things to friends I had gotten since I moved here, or since ever for that matter. I waited, every minute passing as I reread the note.

Then I heard the door open as Chan's full head of blonde curls stepped in.

"Jisung? Are you ok?" For some reason that question hit me too hard. All day I had been so angry and emotional, this was the last string holding me together.

Tears started draining from my eyes. Feeling as if they were finally free from the cage I kept them in. Chan ran over to me giving me a hug. Of course Chan was a good hugger. It helped, but it could only do so much. I've never cried In front of anyone before. Never.

"Jisung, what happened?" I wanted to tell Chan but what was I going to say? I didn't even know why I was so all over the place myself.

Maybe I've just been piling too many thoughts up. From feeling like a judgemental jerk assuming Minho was nothing but an asshole, to making a song for him and basically feeling like I messed everything up from the start, to him finding out I made it for him and thanking me, to him acting weird and ignoring me. It all just makes me...so...angry?

"Jisung, I need you to tell me what's wrong. I don't want to see you cry." Chan still held his arms around me but I knew as soon as he pulled away I had to tell him something.

"I-I don't know." My words barely made it out between my sobs. Chan only looked at me with worry and sympathy.

"Is it...is it about Minho?" Chan seemed hesitant. As if he was asking about a sensitive subject. How did he know it was about Minho?

"W-why would you...what does Minho have to do with anything?" I still couldn't stop the tears. Saying his name out loud made my heart hurt. Why? Why did it hurt so much?

"Jisung. You say you hate him but you talk to him more then anyone else, you made a track for him, you wrote a song about him-" My head snapped up towards Chan.

"What? W-what song?" Chan looked at me just as confused.

"That song you showed me the first time you came to the studio. There was 'track #7', 'Later' and....'in love'. I asked you about it when we were walking the other day. Minho interrupted the conversation so you didn't get to properly answer, but Jisung...even I know it's about Minho." I didn't have any words. I didn't...I couldn't have...

Chan walked over to reach his computer. I didn't know what he was doing and I was so lost in what he had said that I didn't question it.

Then it started to play. The song I wrote right after I left for highschool or maybe right before, I couldn't quite recall.

But the lyrics...they...were about him?