In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
The night quickly went away, everyone fell asleep on their respective pillows after talking for hours. Another sigh left Minho's lips as he looks up at the sun slowly rising, he didn't sleep, not even a blink. Watching the sky changing colors all night like he does since the accident.
"You didn't sleep I believe ? " The sudden voice scared him, jumping slightly and turning around to see Liam smiling at him.
He raised an eyebrow seeing Liam awake, it's only five in the morning, why was he awake?
Liam must have noticed the confusion in Minho's eyes, because he chuckled. "You must didn't notice that I was awake all night? You must have been really deep in thought." He smiled at Minho who mouthed a 'why?'. "Like I said before, I rarely sleep. And to be honest I am itching to go work on whatever I have." He sighed, rubbing his stomach slightly and wincing in pain.
