-I can't tell him now, he'll just push me away again, Kun Ge.-
-It's just a suggestion, Jisung does adore you, just be patient. It's not something he experienced like we have.
Jisung raised his eyebrow.
-I get that, but I think he's slowly having the same feelings without realizing it. The necklace might be one of them.-
-He likes making necklaces as a hobby tho, that's not it.
-Well, anyway I'll meet up with you, soon. Gotta put on this huge dress, I'm so glad they let me wear pants in this thing.-
Jisung scrolled up through old texts to see if the topic is mentioned again.
But, it's mostly schedules. Until, a certain text caught his eyes which was months ago.
-I hope this lunch turns into something, It's hard to go back the ways things were. I can't continue ignoring this-
-what if it does?
-I would tell Jisung everything, he needs to understand this won't go away.
-It's only been two years, Jungwoo haven't seen Sungchan in five. Maybe, ask him for help?
-He's the last person I wanna ask, since he grown use to that empty feeling. I'll give him a call to talk about anything else besides that.-
Jisung leaves the text to password lock his phone for longer time. He wasn't sure what to think of all that.
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He returned the phone to a now un gowned Cinderella, to his Winwin in sweatpants and black tee shirt.
"Thanks, Jisung." Sicheng whispered as he immediately went on his phone like usual.
Jisung internally sighed in relief, Sicheng didn't seem to think his phone was tampered.