Missing Connection - A Minsung Story

Chapter 4

Jisung was lying carelessly on the couch in the main lounge room listening to some of their songs. Most of the songs were too upbeat for his current mood, but he didn't bother with searching for a song or a playlist at the moment. He was tired and was supposed to be on the other side of the building, asleep in his room. He wanted to go to bed but he was afraid that if he went to sleep, he would see dreams and flashbacks of things he didn't want to remember again.

After a few more minutes of listening to music, he decided that going for a walk could help get his mind off the current situation. He waited for the song to end before stopping the music, so it didn't go on to the next song, otherwise, he may lose the sudden courage and the little energy to go back to his room. He probably wasn't going to sleep, but lying down in his room would be more comfortable than lying down on the couch.

He forced himself up into a seating position as he removed his air pods and lay them on the coffee table next to his phone. He stretched his legs out and shoved the strands of stubborn hair out of his face. Just as he was about to get up there was a loud CLANG! coming from the other side of the room.

Jisung froze in place as his eyes went to the corner of the room. A book had fallen from the library. Jisung could feel his legs pulling him back. Away from the fallen book, but he forced himself forward. His curiosity had taken over him as he reached down slowly to pick up the book.

Still examining the book, he sat down at the dining table behind the lounge room. He was struck at the sight of a familiar name on the first page of the book as he opened it. In neat handwriting at the top of the page was written Lee Minho.

Memories unwantedly flooded back in Jisung's mind of all the times that Minho would sit at his desk and write things into this very diary. No one knew what he wrote in it since Minho refused to ever tell us. No one wanted to know at the time either since we had many other things on our minds since it was right before the debut. There were multiple times that Seungmin would pick up the book from the table, but never had the thought to open up the book. He would just throw it back to Minho. Jisung opened the diary, eager to see what Minho had put his time into writing.

It was... empty. Not a single word was written in the diary. Jisung was confused and overwhelmed at the same time. He clearly remembered all the time that Minho sat down in the study corner, always with a blue pen in his mouth. Was it possibly in another book Minho had written? Jisung looked at the cover of the book. It was a basic navy-blue diary. It didn't have anything fancy or patterns of any sort on the cover. The cover was smooth and seemed to be made of some papery cardboard, rather than plastic. It was just a plain diary with lined paper inside of it. Jisung continued to flick through many empty pages until he came to a stop.

His eyes caught sight of a page. It was filled to the brim with endless words. Minho's writing. It was Minho writing about his thoughts on each member of Stray Kids. Jisung looked at the page as he got up from the table and returned to the couch. He always found Minho's handwriting interesting, since Minho would often write with both hands making his handwriting peculiar and each character looking different.

Jisung lay on the couch, scanning the book in front of him.

"What- the hell?" The words in the book had disappeared, something replaced them.

'Hello?'

Jisung almost threw the book off him in shock. He was starting to read about Minho's thoughts on him, but all the words had disappeared off the page. Jisung's heart was racing as he tried to process what was going on. First, a book falls off the shelf, and next thing you know Minho's writing disappears and is replaced with the word 'Hello?'.

Although what caught Jisung more off guard than that was the fact the word was written in Minho's handwriting. Jisung could recognize that handwriting almost anywhere. He did the first thing that came to mind. Jisung threw the book onto the couch as he scrambled about to look for a pencil. He finds a pen laying on the floor next to the pen jar. He picked it up abruptly, rushing to press the tip onto the page.

'Hi?' He wrote it down in delicate handwriting, before continuing. 'Who are you?'