𝐿𝑒𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜. --

"Chris... Chris asked me to be his partner." Jisung admits in a low voice. His thumb timidly brushing against Minho's beside him. They are sitting together, facing the sea, with their feet buried in the sand, in the middle of the afternoon. The waves hold the emotion that Minho lacks. He doesn't know how to react to such information, not without revealing his own feelings. "And... what did you tell him?" Five months ago:**Two best friends, in the middle of summer, lying on the floor of Jisung's messy room."Change it."Minho murmurs, without opening his eyes. Then, Jisung lets out a laugh and answers him."You're not serious."He sat up just to see him clearly, and only then did Minho open his eyes and lock gaze with him. "I am, Jisung-ah."That earns a snort from the younger one. "You love Bomba Estéreo!"He shrieked, making Minho smile slightly and shake his head. "Who says so?"Jisung gasps before speaking. "This has been your favorite song since it came out!"When Jisung frowns and complains, Minho just keeps looking at him a bit longer until finally closing his eyes again. "Change it, Jisung."After an awkward silence, Jisung sighs and takes his phone to change the song: "Ojitos Lindos".**What had been just a small "change" in musical tastes led their friendship to ruin. The days between them felt heavy, as if the connection that once united them had disappeared.**Minho no longer wanted to listen to the songs Jisung made, he no longer wanted to hug him, he no longer wanted to play Nintendo with him, he didn't even want to see him, as if his presence bothered him. Jisung decided not to bother him, his heart, once cheerful and in love, now complaining and aching.**The months passed and they barely spoke, unwilling to communicate the reasons for their behavior, because it was obvious. Minho was afraid; he fell in love and was afraid of losing his best friend, and just when Jisung was starting to get brave, the breaking point arrived."Jisung.... I want to know what you told him."He repeated.

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