Softie Hyung // Minsung [Discontinued]

24.

a/n: i have no idea what's happening in my own story pls excuse-

also possible cliché content ahead

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Jisung ran in and, on finding what - or rather who - he was looking for, knelt down beside.

"Minho hyung?" he shook the elder's shoulder. Minho's head gently swung to the other side from the motion. Jisung frowned. "Minho hyuuuuung," he whined, this time shaking him harder. Fortunately, the boy slightly scrunched up his face and groaned softly, though his eyes were still closed.

Jisung took a deep breath of relief before slipping one of his arms between Minho and the wall and gently made him sit up. Once that was done (Minho's head was still lolling carelessly), he knelt down with his back facing the other. Taking another deep breath, he somehow pulled the elder onto his back and stood up with shaking legs before becoming stable again. 

Jisung walked back to the group, struggling to climb the stairs with the added weight on his back. As soon as he stepped out of the warehouse, his legs almost gave away when he felt the weight lighten. He craned his neck back to see Chan and Changbin holding up the fainted boy, his both arms across their shoulders.

"He got punched, didn't he," Chan sighed when Jisung nodded in response. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath and the two took Minho back to the car. Felix, Changbin and Ryujin sat in the very back, Minho somehow adjusted between them.

Chan started driving. Around 5-10 minutes later, soft snores filled the car. Chan looked at the sleeping passengers through the rear view mirror, a soft dad like smile plastered on his face.

"That was one heck of a day."

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[magical time skip to saturday coz why not]

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"Good evening, everyone, and welcome aboard to flight SK710, travelling from Incheon to Cheju. Requesting all passengers to please switch off your devices or put them on airplane mode. Now onto the safety instructions..."

The soft voice of the fight attendant floated throughout the plane as everyone settled onto their seats. Chan went around making sure everyone was there before taking his own aisle seat beside Minho and Jisung, the youngest of the three busy staring at the plane wings right outside his window. For some reason, he loved watching the white flaps and slats move up and down as the pilot tested them.

After around 5 minutes since the flight attendant had stopped speaking, the soft rumbling sound of engines slowly rose, and Jisung shifted his attention from the plane wings to the asphalt belt. He pressed his cheek against the pane, trying to get the best angle to look down. 

No matter how many times he flew in an airplane, the take off and landing always stole his attention and were his favorite parts of a flight.

Soon, the belt symbol switched off. Sound of multiple belts clinking as people unfastened themselves rose around, even beside him, but Jisung made no move to do remove his own. He sat with his backpack on his lap, face slightly scrunched up as he dug through it.

"Did I seriously forget my earphones?" 

Jisung groaned and zipped his bag shut. He huffed and sank lower into his seat, arms crossed. He had no choice but to sit quietly without doing anything in his seat, for almost more than an hour. An hour.

As if he could do that.

Barely few minutes later the black haired boy grew restless, leg continuously bouncing up and down. He craned his neck behind and noticed Felix and Changbin sitting side by side, talking  in low voices. Felix was focused on writing something in a notebook in front of him as he talked to the elder. As for Changbin, his dreamy gaze was fixed on the freckled boy, nodding every now and then as if he was paying attention, which Jisung was sure he wasn't.