─────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆───── "We can work on it afterwards. How's that sound? Min?" Chan peered into Minho's face as the two walked down the streets, Minho's hand in Chan's, to spend the night at the blond's place.
Minho didn't respond. He stopped on his tracks, eyes fixed on something. Or someone. But because their hands were still intertwined, Chan stumbled backwards when he walked ahead of Minho.
"Ji.. Jisung.."
Chan stared at the boy in disbelief. "What are-"
Like he was possessed, Minho tore his hand away from Chan and stepped forward slowly, then gradually sped up, walking across the road. He grabbed a passerby by the shoulder. "Jisung?"
Chan watched silently. The passerby shot a perplexed look and moved back just as Minho stepped back once he realised it was a stranger.
Chan sighed. He inched closer to Minho, who stared at the stranger walk away.
"Minho..? What's gotten into you?"
Minho remained silent. He then wiped his eyes with his sleeves. Chan noticed Minho's lips quiver downwards.
"Chan I-" And that was it. He couldn't speak another word. His voice muffled into sobs. He cried like a lost little child, furiously wiping the tears away with trembling hands. He sank to his knees, too caught up in his heartache to feel the harsh impact of the concrete floor.
"It- s-something hurts inside, Chan," Minho paused, feeling the pain settle in his heart. His breathing was ragged. "I- I've never fallen in love -so I don't- I don't know what it is.."
Minho hiccuped. "I-I was flustered, I didn't mean it.. I didn't mean it Chan.. I miss him.."
Allowing the boy to cry his eyes out, Chan remained silent, this time with a different ache twisting his heart. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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