Time seemed to pass by even slower, the hours dragged on, weeks seemed like months and months seemed like years. During the remainder of their time apart neither contacted one another again, afraid that even a word from the other would end in tears.

The two were technically not a couple, the only indication that there was a future for them was a short message, no promises, nothing concrete, just hope.

Jisung often wondered if Minho was doing fine. If them being apart even hurt the older. Those days filled with constant 'what ifs' and worries were the worst for Jisung, he'd spend hours thinking, nothing working to distract him from the thoughts that invaded his mind.