𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 8 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽

Minho looked up at his ceiling. He has shifted a lot until now, trying to lie down comfortably, his mind wandering in a totally different place. He gave up and closed his eyes. There it was again, his voice, that soft voice, replaying in his head. 

"You feel alone, huh?"

Minho stared at the ceiling again. "Why would he care?" However, this feeling was different. He felt it the moment they had locked eyes last night. Minho interrupted his thoughts, taking his phone from the nightstand, staring at his screen. The numbers illuminated the room. 22:30 PM. He let out another sigh. Minho rubbed his hand over his eyes. "What am I going to do?" he mumbled under his breath. "Would he really care?" Minho remained in his bed, the thought making over hours in his mind. Then he got up and wore his clothes.

The soft breeze accompanied him while walking down the streets. It was already dark, but the moon still provided her light. It's calm that way. Minho wandered down the forest road, stopping in front of an opening. "Why am I even here?" he muttered to himself, but still entered the fields. Minho stopped in his tracks as he saw a figure standing in the distance. He had to encourage his legs to move forward. Because it was as if they were glued to the ground. 

Jisung remained sunken in thought, leaning his head back, allowing the breeze to clear his mind until he felt a presence next to him. He looked to his side, eyes widening in sequence. Words tied into a hopeless knot before he could form a sentence. "Didn't think you would be here." 

Minho held contact with Jisung's eyes for a second before looking away. Jisung continued. "You know, I thought you were an asshole." 

"It's okay. Everyone thinks so." Minho answered him. Jisung scoffed. "You know, you didn't let me finish." Minho looked up to Jisung, a stern look hurled his way. "What do you mean?"

"I think you're different than what people describe you as," Jisung said. A bitter grin tugged at the corners of Minho's mouth. "And what makes you think that?" he mocked him. Jisung shook his head, changing his sitting position on the somewhat cold ground. "Continue your act if that makes you more comfortable." Silence followed soon after. Minho didn't know how to react. No one has ever told him that, to begin with. 

The stillness between the two stayed with both of them just looking up at the sky. It was starting to get late and Jisung is already occasionally losing balance as sleep tries to take over him. His eyelids felt heavier, his head also giving in to the tiredness. Jisung's head landed on something, but even so, he probably hadn't noticed as the male was now sound asleep. Minho's hand slid around the other's shoulder so he wouldn't fall. "You're crazy.."