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Jisung grumbled as he woke up, another day without seeing Minho had passed, making him sadder than before. He couldn't believe that he hadn't been contacted by Minho after he had played with his feelings, causing him to fall deeper into his spell because now that Jisung hasn't seen Minho in so long, his heart was aching. Did I do something wrong..? He thought. Am I the problem..?

"Jisung get up, you have to go set up the stall with Chan." Sora called out to him, and he rolled out of bed begrudgingly, getting ready to head out. He slowly gets dressed before meeting his mother outside in the early morning sun, the cool brisk air waking him up.

"Chan's already took the crate of jewellery, you just have to go meet him." Sora said, motioning for Jisung to head towards to where the event was being held, giving her son a warm smile. "Don't forget it's a festival, more people will be coming past, please try and brighten up. I know it's hard, but we need the customers today."

Jisung nodded, giving his mother a small kiss on her forehead. "I'll try, now go back inside and rest more."

"I will once you leave."

Jisung waved goodbye and headed towards to where Chan had planned to set the stall. He sees Chan setting up in a quiet area which would later become busier as the day progresses. Strolling over slowly, he meets Chan and gives him a half-hearted smile, moving to stand beside him.

"Hi." Jisung said, his tone dull.

"Jeez, come on Jisung, try and cheer up today. If we get through this boring part we can have fun later!" Chan smiled, encouragingly patting Jisung's back before continuing to set up.

Sighing grudgingly, Jisung huffs out a 'Yes' as he helps sets up the stall.

There was double the amount of jewellery than what Jisung would normally put out as Chan also helped where he could to create jewellery, just for the festive celebration, knowing they'd sell a lot more than usual. Jisung was grateful for the help of Chan and although the designs were basic, Jisung knew they would sell alongside his and mothers own design.

After completing the setup, Jisung watched as the surroundings began to fill with more people, the area beginning to become livelier as they also set up the stalls. They all had warm smiles on their faces, some grinning wide from how happy they were and Jisung frowned. At least some people were having a good time, the only problem was that Jisung was not. At all.

The day began to pass quickly, Jisung still was moping and would zone out, staring off into the distance as Chan did most of the work for the stall. Chan frowned, watching his friend as he seemed to be in another world, pushing everything out.

"Jisung?" Chan spoke up after serving yet another customer, a few of them had pointed out the depressed Jisung and it was deterring them as he gave off a bad vibe which was beginning to annoy the older. "Can't you just mope somewhere else, you're driving the customers away."

Jisung gave Chan a bored look, his eyes not focusing well. "I can't help it..." He trails off, watching the couples in the distance smile and laugh.

"Just go and sit down. Actually, you know what, get yourself into the hustle and bustle of the festival. I'm sure that'll fix you right up. You always looked forward to these festives every year." Chan began, his hand pointing in the direction of the more busy area of the festival. "And don't think of him, he'll come to you when he wants to."

"But-"

"No buts, now go!"

Jisung groaned before following the older's advice, heading towards where they would do little shows for the people which he would enjoy watching them every year when the festival would come around. He tried to watch it, but his mind was still occupied with Minho and how the boy had left and hadn't shown up again since. Jisung didn't know why Minho had become so important to him in such a short amount of time, he barely knew him but Minho had just sucked him in and Jisung couldn't escape from the prince's spell.

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