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Maybe it’s because it’s 3 a.m and I haven’t slept in three days, but I love you.
That was the first thing Minho read when he opened—against his will—Jisung’s notebook from the upper bunk.
Minho had woken up early that day, precisely at 5 a.m. Jisung wasn’t in their shared room; he’d stayed with Chan. That wasn’t unusual—they often worked late together.
But back to the main point: what the hell?! Jisung was in love with someone and hadn’t said a word?!
Actually, in love wasn’t even enough. He loved them. And, to make matters worse, like some 19th-century poet.
Line after line of love and devotion filled the pages of Jisung’s notebook. Not a single name, not even the faintest hint of who it could be. Jisung definitely owed him an explanation.
Minho couldn’t logically justify what he was doing in Jisung’s room—but he just liked it there. The soft scent, the way the air always smelled faintly of vanilla, the comfort of his pillow…
He tripped over a pair of shoes he hadn’t seen on the floor and bumped into the shelf, knocking down a few of Jisung’s books—and with them, that particular notebook, which landed open.
Of course Minho was curious. It wasn’t like he wanted to snoop… but he read.
And read.
For hours.
The words there were the sweetest he’d ever seen.
“You are the soul that fits perfectly with mine.”
“I look outside and the sunlight, like your hand on my face, is warm. For a moment I think—this is glorious. This is what forgiveness feels like.”
“Where had you been all my life? Since I met you, I feel like I can finally breathe.”
Jisung felt that way about someone? Or were they just random lines?
No… Jisung wouldn’t write something like that if he didn’t mean it.
Or maybe… they were quotes from a book he read?
God, Minho thought he might actually die.
He jumped when he heard the front door open. Quickly, he shoved the notebook back between the others and curled up on Jisung’s bed, trying to look as unsuspicious as possible.
“Jagiya~” Jisung’s voice called from the hallway. A moment later, the door opened.
“Oh baby! You missed me so much you fell asleep in my bed?” Jisung laughed, throwing himself onto Minho and tickling his sides mercilessly.
“Jisungie!” Minho burst out laughing, squirming beneath him. “Stop—mercy! Mercy!”
Jisung stopped, still laughing softly. “What’s wrong, jagi?” he asked, running his fingers through Minho’s hair with that same familiar tenderness. He’d always done that… but now Minho was painfully aware of it.
“I did miss you,” Minho muttered with a little pout.
“Oh, baby,” Jisung said with a gentle laugh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. “Wanna cuddle tonight?”
Minho couldn’t have been more enchanted.