𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ❣︎ MinSung

;; 22

- lil longer than usual
- a few 'skips'

"Wanna cuddle?" Jisung heard Minho ask from beside him.

The elder tilted his head when the boy only continued to stare at the wall in front of him, as he'd been doing for the past hour or so, "Ji?"

"Ah, sorry, uh.. Not today hyung, I'm sorry, I have a few things to do with Chan," he finally looked at Minho, seeing the boys confusion leave quickly before he nodded.

"Okay.. Have fun? Don't be up too late.." He pouted subconsciously as Jisung nodded in understanding, ruffling his hair. Minho huffed and swatted at his hand, "you're messing up my hair!" He whined, and Jisung chuckled while Minho tried to fix his hair.

"I'll be back sometime later, okay hyung? Dont worry about me, alright?" The elder nodded, "sleep before midnight, Prince. We dont want you grumpy tomorrow." Minho pouted angrily but nodded, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the fact that Jisung had to treat him as a child when it came to bedtimes.

"Does that mean you'll be gone after midnight?" Jisung nodded with a small sigh, beginning to feel a bit bad for how hes been acting towards the elder.

"I'm sorry, but I promise I'll make it up to you somehow," Minho nodded in understanding. "I have to go now, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

He went to leave after ruffling the boys hair again, messing up the boys previously fixed hair, before Minho spoke again.

"Goodnight then?" The younger turned and gave a closed smile, realizing Minho had already fixed his hair rather quickly.

"Yeah; goodnight."

"I love you.."

And with those words coming from Minho, Jisung left, leaving behind a mildly confused Minho.

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The next day, Minho seemed to sulk quite a bit.

He had gone to sleep before midnight like he was told but he'd been stuck with his own thoughts all night and in turn, he'd ended up crying himself to sleep.

He knows Jisung has been purposely trying to avoid him, always going out at night and not coming back until the earliest hours then leaving the dorms before Minho wakes up. The only time the elder sees him during the day is in their one shared class,, English.

He began wondering to himself, about Jisung's reasoning.

Was Minho not good enough?

Was Jisung bored of him already?

He huffed a sad sigh and shook his head. Maybe he really is busy.

He had forgotten to take his happy pills this morning, so he felt especially numb today. The only emotion he'd been feeling was sadness, and thinking about how he'd never be good enough made it worse.

He cleared his throat quietly, raising a slightly shaking hand when the teacher looked in his general direction.

"Yes, Mr. Lee?"

"C-can-- can I go t-to the bathroom?" The teacher took note of his voice trembling and sighed.

"Please do. If you deem it necessary, you may go to the nurse or a counselor too."