[26 February]

Minho smiled as he took the letter from the mailbox. The envelope was a light blue colour like always. Minho's name and address was written across it with Jisung's untidy handwriting. A smile crossed the raven haired boy's face and he opened the envelope.

He started to read the letter and his heart skipped a beat many times. When he came to the end of the letter his heart started to race faster.

Anyway, here's my number
XXX XXX XX XXX

Hit me up~

Minho immediately picked up his phone from his pocket. His hands shook and it was almost impossible for him to type in the number. He just wished that Jisung would pick up.

Finally the male successfully typed in the phone number. He pressed the phone against his ear and waited. His heart beating in his throat and his hopes high.

Jisung sighed and glared at the paper in front of him. This essay was a pain in the ass. He was currently sitting with Seungmin and Felix in the library, trying to work.

The younger boys were giggling and bickering with each other. They made it impossible for Jisung to work.

Before Jisung opened his mouth to tell the idiots to shut up his ringtone interrupted him. The brown haired boy rolled his eyes and picked up his phone. It was an unknown number.

Jisung's thoughts drifted away to Minho. It could be the older boy. He would probably have gotten the letter by now.

Jisung answered the call and pressed the phone against his ear. His heart was beating hard and he held his breath.

Please let it be you, he thought.

Jisung (if Minho now has typed in the right number) picked up the call. Minho couldn't say a word. It was quiet on the other line too.

"Hi? Who's this?" A boy answered in Korean. Minho swallowed before speaking up.

"Lee Minho." He mumbled. It became silent for a brief second. Minho's heart was beating so hard. Then the boy on the other line laughed. Minho smiled slightly.

"Hi Minho!" The boy (probably Jisung) said in a cheerful voice. Minho sighed relieved.

"Hi Jisung. I was afraid for a second you'd speak Malaysian or something like that." Minho mumbled. Jisung laughed once again.

"Nah I speak Korean too. By the way, your voice is so cute!" Jisung said and Minho blushed. He internally cursed for blushing. We're just friends, he thought.

Someone that wasn't Jisung spoke on the other line. Minho couldn't really hear what the person said.

"Shut up Felix. I'll go now, watch my stuff." Jisung told the person and Minho recognised the name from Jisung's letters.

Jisung sighed and shook his head. He walked further away from his friends. He sat down in an armchair.

"Were you talking to Felix?" Minho asked. Jisung nodded but realised Minho couldn't see. Oh God he was so nervous.

"Yeah." It became quiet between the boys. Jisung fiddled on his hoodie strings. Outside the wind blew hard and it rained slightly. It was definitely hoodie season now.

Jisung cleared his throat and spoke up to break the silence. He was so nervous and he became anxious due to the silence.

"Minho?"

"Hm?"

"Can you sing for me?"

Jisung's heart beat hard against his ribcage. It felt like it would jump out of his chest and run away. Minho was quiet too long and it made him even more anxious.

Then the older boy began to sing and Jisung's ears filled with his angelic voice.

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh I believe in yesterday.