───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Lee Minho, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'm sorry that I disgusted you.
Part of me.. No, my entire self believed when you said my feelings were valid. That my love for you was beautiful. I'm sorry.
I won't bother you anymore. Stay well and happy. Goodbye. -Love, Han Jisung. ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
Minho read over the words again. And again. Just like he had been doing since a week back. He hadn't even realised a week slipped past since he found a note in his locker. Possibly, the last ever.
He rested his head on the table. It was past 1 am. He still couldn't sleep. He was unsettled. Unsettled by feelings he couldn't understand, feelings that made his heart ache. And his mind stayed bombarded by thoughts of a certain brunette. The boy he could've had. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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