forest || minsung

18

Minho looked fucking awful.

That was the first conclusion Jisung could draw as he entered his room, giving a small smile to his father as he left.

'Fever, huh?'

Chan told him earlier that week, when he questioned the older's absence. But Minho didn't even read his texts later, which is what concerned him.

He had just come to check up with him, expecting to see him half dead, but the boy was on his phone in bed. Which meant he could definitely have read his texts.

'Mhm.' Minho's sharp eyes followed him as Jisung walked through the room.

The place was trashed, books and crumpled paper all over the ground, clothes hanging everywhere.

He opened the blinds of his window, and Minho moaned in agony.

'Why are you here?'

'You weren't replying to my texts, I wanted to check if you were still alive.'

'Barely,' he mumbled. 'Now that you've seen me, you can go again.'

Jisung analysed his tired eyes, but he found no emotion there.

'Do you really have a fever?'

'No,' Minho said quietly.

'What is it, then?'

The boy shrugged, which resulted in an awkward movement as he was still in bed. He slowly sat up, clearly struggling to do so.

A brown-haired cat jumped on the bed to greet him. 'You hungry, huh?'

Minho swung his feet over the edge and stood up, but then sat down again as his knees buckled.

Jisung was besides him in a fraction of a second. 'Jesus Christ, Minho, you alright?'

The other just smiled. 'Yeah, I just stood up too quickly. I've been in bed for days.'

He stood up, a little more certain, and shuffled to the corner of the room, where cat supplies seemed to be stored. He held his head as he did so.

Only now that the room was illuminated did Jisung see the uneaten sandwiches on his desk.

'Have you been eating?'

'Barely.'

'Have you drank enough?'

'No.'

He swore.

'Why not?'

'I don't know, Jisung. I just don't care.'

He wasn't sure what to say to that. 'Okay,' he mumbled. 'I'll take care of you.'

Minho snorted. 'I'm not a child, I can take care of myself.'

'You clearly can't,' Jisung bit back. 

'Fuck off.'

'No.' He looked around the room and wondered how long those sandwiches had been lying there. 'Stay here. I'll be back.'

Minho frowned as the other left the room again, but the other paid it no attention. He informed the father that he would return soon and quickly went to the store.

Once there, Jisung grabbed a few bars of chocolate, donuts, grapes, crackers and grape juice. He wasn't sure what the other would like, but some sugar seemed like a good place to start. While waiting in line to pay, he texted Chan.

Chan

Hyung

Good afternoon