just text me ; minsung

epilogue

note: a lot of you were disappointed with how soon this ended, and after some agreeing thoughts, i've decided you definitely need some closure lol. this is probably messy, but it's the only way i could have pictured writing this epilogue. hope you like it :) 

Love is a poisonous spell he can't seem to shake. It nestles into his veins and infects his mind with constant yearning. 

He sits on the top of a hill with his phone held at arm's length. The boy on the other end sits in his dorm room with his textbooks messily tossed about. The flip of pages is all they can hear. 

"I miss you," Minho finally says when the silence of the stars becomes too much. He lays his phone on his stomach as he rests his head in the pillow of grass. 

"I miss you too. Like I'll hear someone crack their knuckles and my brain immediately flashes with bright red lights and screams 'Minho! It's Minho!'"

He chuckles. It had been six months since Jisung had closed himself off. 

"What is wrong with you?" Minho had huffed, throwing his arms around. 

"There are just some things I'm not comfortable telling you yet," Jisung mumbled. He drew his lip between his teeth and allowed himself to bleed. 

"What? We're nearly six months into our relationship and you can't trust me? Am I doing something wrong?" 

"No." 

"Then what is it?" 

Looking back, Minho has to admit his stubbornness caused the downfall. 

"I quit my job," Jisung looked up at him, his lips pressed in a fine line. 

Minho stumbled backward, awe drowning his thoughts. "That's it?" 

"And I'm moving Busan for college." 

"Oh." 

A monthlong break followed. Each night of that lonely period, Minho came to this hill and stared up at the stars. He tried to find the home Jisung had shown him. "Please help me," he whispered. 

Life ultimately returned to normal, thank god. When he bid Jisung goodbye, he pressed a small kiss to his forehead and said, "Just text me whenever you want." 

And he'll never forget Jisung's virtual smile after that first week of college. 

"I met a bunch of cool people. There's this guy in my statistics class that really reminds me of you. He has six cats, all adopted, and he never stops talking about them," Jisung spoke a mile a minute. 

Minho stared at his ceiling with a genuine smile on his face. "I'm really glad you're having fun." 

Though, his mind screamed the pure fear of failure. You always hear about those college relationships that fall out in a matter of weeks, and what is protecting them from becoming a statistic? 

The transitional fall air pierces his cheekbones and returns him to reality. "You there?" Jisung asks. 

"Yeah. I'm here, sorry," Minho takes a deep breath. The November air inflared his lungs with crispness.

"I love you, you know." 

Minho can see the boy pressing his nose to the phone as if he's trying to find his boyfriend among the view of the stars. 

"I love you more," the husk in Minho's voice echoes among the trees. 

Jisung cocks his head. "Not sure about that one." 

"C'mon college boy, it's a basic concept." 

Commotion arises in Jisung's dorm. "Shit, sorry Minho. Seungmin and Jeongin are here to study. Can I call you back?" 

"Yeah, just text me before to see if I'm awake." 

"Great. I love you," Jisung smiles, waving. 

"I love you too," Minho says as the FaceTime end jingles. 

Above him, the stars stare down on him. He looks back, eyes twinkling with moisture. 

"Thank you," he whispers. 

~

"Someone's got the lovebug," Seungmin's eyebrows raise in curiosity as he sets a takeout box in front of the boy. 

"Shut up," Jisung laughs. 

"Tell us about him," Jeongin encourages. 

"No, don't. I don't want to be reminded of how painfully single I am tonight," Seungmin presses the heel of his hands into his eyes. 

Disregarding this, Jisung simply states, "I think I loved him from the moment I met him." 

And he continues. The seconds move to minutes and the minutes tempt an hour.

In retrospect, their study session probably would have been delayed despite this detour. 

"That's so cute," Jeongin pouts. 

Seungmin dabs his eye with a napkin. "I'm so jealous of you." 

"I don't know how I did it," Jisung admits, shaking his head as he tries to rid himself of the grin that threatens to protrude.