The next day passed fast. Too fast. The evening came, the night came and both past too fast for Jisung. The day of the concert arrives and Jisung couldn't stop sweating out of nervousness. He even begins to question if it would be productive to shower or just unnecessary. His outfit lays neatly folded on his chair, because he haven't touched it once after buying it. But he knows sooner or later he woukd need to style it. With whoever he is going to go and whatever happened between them. This concert... it's his favourite band. He can't mess up his outfit. So with a loud sigh, Jisung drags himself into to bathroom and strips, stepping into the shower and turning on the water to leave it running down his tensed body.

His muscles relax and so does Jisung's mind. His weird thoughts stay away for the time he was under water and when he steps out, he does not even think about anything that could happen and thinks about his make-up. Smokey eyes? Definitely. Maybe a bit concealer here and there. He does not have eye bags right niw, but they will come as soon as it's getting late, so...

Jisung stretches and changes into his clothes. They are tight, with many holes that show a damn lot of things. Jisung moves on to his hair, messing a bit with then, trying different styles until he is satisfied with one of them. A glance at the clock tells him, Minho is going to be here in about an hour. He takes a few little things, puts them into his bag and walked down to the kitchen to eat a bit. Now, that he has not a lot to do, his thiught stray again and stick to Minho. He would see the okder in about thirty minutes. Or not... what is if Minho isn't even showing up, adter what happened? He surely won't. Gosh, you are so embarassing, Han Jisung! Why would you even do something like that? He sighs and hits himself softly on gis temple. He was annoyed, yes, about his own deeds. He would need an uber and he would be alone at the concert of his dreams... A tear fights to escape his eyes, but Jisung holds back. It would ruin his make-up and... people would see. He doesn't want to seem sad on this special day. A last look on the clock. Five minutes to his meeting time with Minho. He is nervous. Fucking nervous. Three minutes. He is scared, turning on the ventilator as he nearly start sweating again. He doesn't want to ruin his outfit, people would smell it. One minute. He is trembling. Han Jisung is trembling. He wouldn't have imagined something like this would ever happen. But he is trembling in fear of confrontation. Then the bell rings.

A/N: I am sorry, I kind of despawned guys. I think I am slipping in a little writers block right now. Also, how you maybe can tell, I just want to finish off this story, not feeling to motivated anymore. I already destroyed the storyidea kind of, my writing skills do not do justice to the idea... so yeah, I am gonna end it within the next max. five chapters. And then I will concentrate on tnba-tdbid (I miss writing this, but I can't find any motivation right now) and on my translations.