in which the seventeen years old han jisung writes books about his idol, lee minho, meanwhile the mentioned idol is a huge fan of the fanfic writer, han jisung.
03/10/23- x/x/x
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Jisung and Minho stood at the doorway, staring at the sight before them. Hyunjin and Seungmin, the missing best friend, were cuddled up together on the couch, fast asleep.
Jisung's heart raced as a surge of conflicting emotions washed over him - relief at finally finding his friend, confusion at the unexpected situation before him, and a twinge of jealousy at the sight of Seungmin with someone else.
Minho put a reassuring hand on Jisung's shoulder, sensing his friend's inner turmoil. "Hey, it's okay. Let's not jump to conclusions. They might just be catching up," he whispered.
Jisung nodded, trying to compose himself before approaching the sleeping duo. He gently shook Seungmin awake, who groggily opened his eyes and blinked in confusion at the unexpected visitors.
"Jisung? ..Minho? What are you guys doing here?" Seungmin asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straight. Hyunjin stirred beside him, waking up as well.
"We came looking for you," Jisung replied, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and frustration. "I've been trying to reach you all day, Seungmin. You had me worried sick."
Seungmin's expression softened as he realized the impact of his actions. "I'm sorry, Jisung. I had my phone on silent and lost track of time. I didn't mean to make you worry."
Hyunjin glanced between them, sensing the tension in the air. "I'll give you guys some space to talk. I'll be in the kitchen making some coffee," he said before getting up and leaving the room.
Seungmin turned to Jisung, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm really sorry, Jisung. I never meant to cause you any distress. Can we talk about this finally?"
Jisung nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he finally reunited with his best friend. "Yeah, let's talk. I've missed you, Seungmin."
„It has been few hours Sungie."
As the two friends settled down to have a heart-to-heart conversation, Minho watched from a distance, a smile tugging at his lips. Despite the unexpected turn of events, he knew that everything would be alright in the end.
As Jisung and Seungmin delved into their conversation, Minho made his way to the kitchen where Hyunjin was preparing coffee. The atmosphere was tense, but Minho knew he had to address the elephant in the room.
"Hyunjin, can we talk?" Minho said, his tone serious yet filled with curiosity, wiggling his eyebrows.
Hyunjin turned around, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Sure, what's on your mind, hyung?"
Minho took a deep breath before diving in. "I couldn't help but notice you and Seungmin back there. What's going on between you two?"
Hyunjin's eyes widened in surprise before a sheepish smile crossed his face. "Oh, that. Seungmin and I just clicked together well as we hung out with Chan. We're just friends. We've known each other for a short time, but he needed a shoulder to cry on. The boy is so confused in himself."
