───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ╒═════════════════════════════════════╕ Lee Minho,
My sweet, sweet angel, Will you be the mint to my chocolate?
Turn around if it's a yes, Or stay still if it's a yes.
Or maybe, breathe if it's a yes.
Lets just pretend like you didn't ask me out before I could ask you out sksksk I had this planned for months!
I love you, Min. ♡ -Your love, Han Jisung.
Ps. Stop apologizing please, I forgive u :( ╘═════════════════════════════════════╛
"And should I also pretend like you aren't right here peering into my face with that squishy grin?"
Minho let out a husky chuckle as Jisung hid behind him at his words. He turned around to face the brunette with a smile; a smile that bloomed with undying love.
"Yes, then I'll pretend I didn't see a bunch of yellow paint markers inside your locker."
For once, Minho was the one to blush at Jisung's comment. He immediately turned on his heels and heard Jisung giggle behind him, then hands wrapped around his waist.
"So is this the final- oh?"
Jisung tiptoed to peer over his boyfriend's shoulder once he heard Minho cut his sentence short. Minho only now noticed a plain white sheet, folded in half, that laid over his books inside.
He took it and unfolded it, with Jisung now by his side waiting to see what the unfamiliar note was about.
┌────────────────────────────────────┐ At least before I leave, I want to get this off my chest.
I love you, Minho.
And I'm sorry. I'm so awfully sorry.
If I never return, don't look for me. I promise you I'll be safe somewhere. You truly were the best friend I ever made,
But my selfish heart
wanted more.
I'm sorry. I ruined us. └────────────────────────────────────┘
Jisung stared at the paper in confusion as he read over the words again. He noticed Minho's grip on the paper tighten, causing it to slightly crumple. Then, a drop of tear. It moistened the paper and smudged the black ink.
Jisung glanced at Minho with worry, and still, confusion. "Min.. Why are you crying?"
Minho blinked away the blur coating his vision, then wiped the tears off with his sleeve, his eyes never leaving the overly familiar, messy handwriting.
"This is Chan's handwriting.." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────
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