Why So Lonely? || Minsung 1/3 ✔️

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When we make it to school, my body is heavy. I'm struggling to keep my head up while Minho drags me to our first class. We had laid there for hours. Minho eventually fell asleep again, leaving me to ponder away.

"Jisung? Look at me," Minho grasps my chin, tilting my head up to get me to face him. "Dammit, I knew you weren't going to fall asleep. Do you want to go home?"

I shake my head, my eyelids slowly falling closed before struggling to open up. He sighs, wrinkles appearing between his eyebrows.

"Are you sure?"

I nod, looking down at his chest and nuzzling my cheek into his warm, soft palm. The warmth was comforting, soothing away the headache that had begun to grow.

Again, my eyelids fell shut. It grew harder and harder to stand; my legs weakened to the point where I was leaning on Minho for support.

"Jisung, open your eyes."

I try to, it taking a minute. I couldn't even think about how embarrassing it was looking like this. Falling asleep on my boyfriend's hand while standing up.

"Here, sit down. I'll let you copy my notes when we get back to your house."

I stared at him, unaware that he was talking to me. A nap sounded good. I hate naps, but right now, it seemed like the greatest thing ever.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Hm?"

He sighs, rubbing his own tired face. "Do you think you'll be able to stay awake for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah," I clear my throat, letting my head fall onto my desk. I wanted the harsh impact to hurt me awake, but it didn't do anything except help my eyes fall closed. I sit up, feeling like I was in another world.

Is this what drugs feel like?

"Are you sure?"

I look over to him, watching both of him look at me with a funny expression. "Sure what?"

He closes his eyes, the sighs never stopping. Wait, if the sighs never stop, is that technically just breathing?

"Do you have water?" I question, feeling like maybe I'm dehydrated or perhaps just stupid.

"Here."

"Thanks," I wink, sending a floating kiss his way. But he's not in the mood. I giggle anyway.

The water ends up sliding down my chin, spilling onto my shirt. Not all of it, thankfully, but enough for him to take it out of my hands.

"Go home."

"Nah." I shake my head, giving myself whiplash. I've had an all-nighter and many nightmares a night. Why is it affecting me this badly today?

I gasp loudly, waking up right away. The. Fucking. Water. Wasn't. Water.

"Oh my fucking god," I growl, the anger inside directly pointed toward myself.

It was NyQuil.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm a fucking idiot, that's what."

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"You took NyQuil? Who the fuck has that sitting next to their bed! And why was it open? How did you not notice?"

"I was tired and upset! I'm surprised I remembered it at all!" I bang my head on the lunch table a few times before Minho slides his hand under my forehead.

"Would you quit that?"

"No."

"Sometimes I wish I could strangle you."

"Fucking do it, whore."

"Um, that's rude."

I look at him, blinking tiredly.

"You make no sense, Lee Minho."

"You're a dumbass, too, Han Jisung."

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•I need someone to cuddle 😩 even during the summer, life is stressful as fuck•