jisung would be a liar if he said he still didn't have feelings for wooyoung. he'd be a bigger liar if he said he didn't miss the other's soft, warm lips on his.

wooyoung was the perfect boyfriend to say the least; he'd always respected boundaries, was friendly with everyone yet always remained loyal to his partner, had the personality of a golden retriever and in general would do the bare minimum nobody else would.

needless to say he'd treat jisung the way he deserved to be treated, had excellent communication skills and voiced out whenever he needed, would openly say what he was comfortable with and what he was not. he would constantly compliment the younger, never fail to tell him how beautiful he looked yet at times teased him for his actions.

jisung missed the way he used to intertwine their fingers with each others' and caress it gently whenever he was anxious, the way he would never forget to kiss the younger's chubby cheek every morning before leaving for work while he would be sound asleep, the way he never got jealous whenever he spoke to his close friends in a flirty way as a joke because he trusted jisung, the way he would bring him breakfast in bed after a long night, the way he would let jisung cuddle him all night regardless if he was sick or not, the way he gave him butterflies everytime their lips met, the way he told stories of the past with enthusiasm every night in the dark as the moonlight glistened against his flawless skin. the way he did everything.

he missed it. he missed everything. he missed him.

they were still friends after they broke up, closer than ever, knowing a lot more about themselves and each other but he knew they would never go back to how they were once during their relationship, the spark they always felt.

wooyoung had moved on and he'd never like him back. ever.

it was inevitable, something expected. for both of them, it was their first relationship hence several mistakes were made, it was natural.

the pair were friends ever since kindergarten. met the day when three-year-old jisung was crying on his first day of school, feeling like an outcast, the friendly four-year-old wooyoung befriend him and made him feel less lonely. they'd been the closest friends since day one.

this feeling wasn't new, it lingered around a few months ever since they decided they'd be better off as friends, going back to their ways in high school. the one-sided love that he felt

he couldn't help but think something was missing in the relationship if wooyoung had to say they'd have to break off as friends.

and no one could ever fill the holes in his heart that were drilled in, they would stay there forever.

there he sat, on the mini dining table that was placed in his dorm, a paper placed on it with half of it filled with several paragraphs and striked off sentences. his dog laid sound asleep on the chair next to his, her snoring in her sleep.

it was two in the morning, slowly dozing off while writing lyrics for a song he was producing and composing on his own with the help if two other people.

the lyrics written were of memories of his past relationship, memories formed and suited into beautiful strings of melodious lyrics that rhymed.

a bright light suddenly lit up from the small hallway that led up to his and his roommate's rooms. there stood a jongho with messy hair and squinted eyes.

"what are you doing up so late?" the male asked in a sleepy demonic voice, waddling up to jisung up like a baby bear.

"hmm, nothing much, just finishing up the lyrics for my song," he replied, faintly smiling at jongho taking a look at his lyrics with an impressed look.

the younger lifted jisung's face with two of his fingers as he scanned the eyebags and dark circles that were under his eyes.

"hey, go to bed, i know you miss him but that doesn't mean you can miss out on sleep, can you?"

"it's difficult, im not able to sleep, i tried, i even drank warm milk but it didn't work, trust me," jisung looked down onto the sad piece of paper, jongho sighing at his friend's answer.

"you miss him don't you?" the younger said as he pulled and sat on a chair next to the older.

"a lot, if you can't tell."

"i hope it's not because of what i think it is," jongho said as jisung fiddled with his fingers

"but he's still friends with me!"

"he may be comfortable just being friends with you, you need to respect his feelings too, yeah?" the male said, caressing the other's hands to comfort him.

"i know, i do. i just hope it's not because of that."

"i'm sure it's not, now come on, go to bed, it's really late and we have classes tomorrow morning," the brunette picked up the paper and placed it in a drawer he always keeps his lyrics in, bid goodnight to jongho and went bed.

what could that possibly be?

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good god what sort of an abomination did i just write

so fucking beautiful