『 Han Jisung 』

The sun was gradually sinking into the horizon, dyeing the skies deep purple. I just got home from visiting my brother, who's back from Malaysia for a month.

Once I tiredly unlocked my door, I was met with a silent, unlit room. Right, Minho said he was going over to Chan's room today. Felix must be with them too. I flicked the switch on and took my jacket off, throwing it over to the bed. I don't enjoy spending all my time alone, so I hope Minho gets back soon... Although he barely talks to me.

After a moment of deciding whether or not I should take a shower, I was about to pull my shirt off. The sound of keys and ruffling on the other side of the door stopped my hands midway. I straightened my shirt back down and turned to the door. What's taking Minho so long to unlock it?

At the sound of keys clashing against the floor, I walked over to the door with a sigh and unlocked it myself. Minho straightened himself after picking his keys up. We made eye contact for a brief moment, and that's when I noticed he wasn't okay. He was on the verge of breaking down, tears barely being held behind his glassy eyes. He chewed on his lips and waited until I moved aside, allowing enough space for him to enter. I didn't speak a word. I shut the door and turned to watch him.

Once he reached his bed, he silently crawled over to the corner and sat, bringing his knees close to his chest. He avoided my gaze and buried his head against his knees. After a while, soft sniffles could be heard.

What do I do?

Do I hug- no, I can't.. He doesn't seem very fond of me, I can't just hug him (although I'd love to-). I reluctantly approached him and sat on the foot of his bed. "Minho? ...Do you wanna talk about it?"

No response.

He didn't dare raise his head. I shifted closer, now only inches away from him. "Minho," I placed my hand on his shoulder and slightly shook him, "Look at me, please?"

I waited. Then slowly, he lifted his head a little, just enough to make eye contact. He was sobbing. His cheeks were tinted red, and so was his nose. He looked so impossibly hurt, it pained my heart to see him this way. Without hesitating, I pulled him into an embrace. His frail body was lighter than I expected. He melted into my arms, soaking my shirt with tears (and I didn't mind at all). I stroked his smooth strands of hair, hoping to calm him down.

Minho mumbled something against my chest. Something that didn't quite reach my ears.

".. What did you say?" I questioned. I waited for his response for a while.

"I- I made a mistake.. He's falling-" He paused, coughing in between his sobs. "He's falling for someone else.." Minho moved back to rub his tears eyes. "And it hurt to watch them interact.."

I couldn't help the confusion surfacing in me. Wasn't he with Chan and Felix?

Oh. Wait.

My heart sank.

I took a deep breath, then lifted his face with my thumb and forefinger. "You like Chan, right?"

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'Chan's room'--