Why So Far? || Minsung 3/3

I stare down at the pot in front of me, the sauce bubbling from the heat. I'm making dinner. Jisung is hanging out with Felix tonight. I know I should talk to him, though. Tell him how I'm feeling. It's not a big deal, but we've communicated that we need to talk about our feelings and thoughts.

I want us to stay right where we are. I can't take the stress of us moving forward. We've done a lot of moving. We need to stay still for a moment. I need to get my bearings together again after all that's happened.

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Angel ❤️

hey i'm gonna go
to the gym

hot.
have fun n
lmk when you get
back

i willll
love you :]

love you too :)

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Boxing is starting to become a new hobby. I enjoy the techniques involved with it; it's almost like dancing but with violence. My hands are wrapped underneath the gloves. I was told beginners should always use the gloves to prevent injury. I have no patience to get an injury, so there are no complaints from me.

I've been here for an hour or two, pumping up my arms with other exercises and machinery before getting to the bag. There aren't many students who utilize the gym, especially in this area at this time. Most people are probably studying or asleep at this point.

Each hit of the sand bag brings relief. My mom always said to exercise when I'm stressed out. I've taken that advice and put it toward my body a lot recently. She always was right.

"Min? What are you doing here so late?"

I fix my posture, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I turn, seeing Chan in his own gym attire. "Oh, hey. I'm just relieving some stress. I had nothing else to do. Why are you here so late?"

"I always try to tire out my body before bed. What's stressing you?" He questions, sitting on a nearby bench.

"Eh, not much..."

"Minho."

"Okay, okay. I know, I'm sorry. Jisung woke up in the middle of the night from a dream. He said it was a really good dream where we had kids and a house. He was crying from it. We confessed how much we loved each other, as we've done before. This time, though... I don't know. He mentioned marriage and kids, and I guess it freaked me out. You know how hard it was for me to even think about graduating high school. Moving onto marriage and kids when we're still in college? It's a lot to think about. I hate thinking about the future."

He sighs, leaning back against the wall. "Yeah, that sounds nerve wracking. Jisung has always been a 'what's next' type of person. You two have been together for what? Three years?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time."

"I understand how marriage sounds. It's terrifying. At our age, there are people getting married and having kids. But there are also people taking it slow and getting through life. There's no time frame you have to move on in life. We're still young. You need to go your own pace. Did Jisung directly say anything about marriage?"

"No, only that he dreamt we were married and he'd like to get married someday."

"Someday doesn't mean tomorrow. Tell him that. He knows, but having that reassurance that he won't propose tomorrow is always nice," he chuckles. "It's scary, Minho. Focus on the now. Find the things that ground you to the present. Maybe you should go to therapy."

I glare at him.

"What? I'm just saying. I think everyone would benefit from therapy, even if you don't have a mental illness. Therapy is good. Some therapists are bad, but not all of them, trust me."

"Meh, I'm good right now. Thank you for talking to me, hyung. I know I shouldn't be stressing because he didn't really say too much about it, but I started overthinking a lot."

"That's alright. I'm always here if you need to talk. I'm your only hyung, so take advantage of that."

I nod, facing forward. The gym was silent aside from someone running on the treadmill.

"I'll drop you home, yeah? It's getting late."

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•Don't listen to Minho. Go to therapy•