Jisung had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach when the boy drove off
Minho could barely hear anything over his sobs and throbbing head
It's not good for anyone to be alone when they're in a bad state, Jisung knew that
The traffic lights were barely smudges through Minho's wet and tear filled eyes
Eventually he concluded the feeling to be simply guilt, knowing that he was the cause of Minho being so upset
He didn't even realise the speed in which he was going, all he wanted to do was get away from his sadness, fast
Jisung picked up the photo frame he had next to his bed, him and Minho
He wasn't thinking about anyone else, hell, he wasn't even thinking about himself
Jisung made his way to his desk, a place littered with Polaroids and memorabilia from dates
Jisung was on his mind though, Jisung was always on his mind
Each item he looked at had some of their best memories connected to them
He didn't know how he was going to cope without the boy being just a car trip away
A shell from the time they went to the beach, the flower Minho had on his tux at his mothers wedding.....
Come to think of it, he wouldnt be able to cope
A packet of zappos from the first time they kissed, a stuffed bear Minho had won him at the carnival.......
Minho was so busy lost in thought he didn't even notice the red light until he had already accelerated
The bracelet they had made the time they found jisungs old loom band collection, a card Minho made for him for his birthday....
Smash! Minho saw spots in the corner of his vision
Although they may seem little and stupid to some people, they meant everything to jisung
Minho could taste the coppery blood pooling in his mouth, all his bones feeling as if rocks were burrowing themselves inside of his skin
Minho within himself, meant everything to Jisung
"Oh my god!"
He began to think it would be harder to move away than he initially thought
"Someone please! Call the ambulance!"
At least he knew that moving away didn't mean loosing Minho forever
"He's not waking up!"
He didn't know what he'd do if he ever lost Minho.
A/n (THIS ISNT THE END DONT WORRY)
I'm sorry. Don't hate me. I cried too.
But like....
I double updated ah ha ha ha
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ᴛᴀsᴛᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ // Minsung ✔️
Fanfiction"Your lips tasted like nicotine and soon they became my drug" Warnings: Smut warning I accidentally spell "of course" as "of coarse" for the first few chapters but I fix it later on so don't come for me 😔🤚 { best rankings: } #1 in Minsung #4...
