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Midnight Emotions

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Jisung had fallen asleep again, leaving Minho to his thoughts. They were back at the bunker after the whole kiss ordeal... now he was sitting on his bed this time, Dal, his beautiful little feline, who seemed to be growing up way too fast crawled onto his lap as he stroked her back, she got comfortable rolling herself into a ball purring. He was still trying to wrap his head around the complexity of Jisungs and his relationship. If that's what it's even called. They aren't friends or lovers, yet they've kissed and even started taking care of Dal together, who seems to have taken a strong liking to Jisung. Minho felt helpless thinking about what Jisung was going through because of him. He didn't know a single thing about the younger aside from the underground fights. He didn't know what type of guy Jisung truly was. He knows Jisung isn't overly fond of loving, has anxiety, cries a lot, fakes a smile half the time, and runs away when his emotions get the best of him. He knows nothing of his true self. It bothered Minho now to think that they had taken a step - no a dive - into their relationship. How Jisung could sleep soundless? how can take Minho care of someone so fragile as Jisung? His own eyes fell to his wretched arm that was shredded but bound by gauze, letting an exasperated sigh out. Minho's mind flashed back to Jisung and him in the washroom. The attention to detail, how delicate and smooth the younger one's fingers were when he cared for his arm. Everything was bothering Minho. He was finally admitting to himself, that Jisung wasn't just anyone. He was the answer to a lot of questions that have been left unanswered in his own life.

He couldn't love; Minho believed that, yet with time Jisung was proving that fact wrong time and time again.

He believed he couldn't feel, but every time Jisung hugged him, or was around him he felt his stomach explode, a sensation overload that triggered a chain reaction of his tunnel visions. some good and some bad.

He couldn't care that's what he was told, yet he did when Jisung joined the undergrounds. He cared about the younger the moment his hands touched him.

He was admitting to himself, he might've developed feelings for the midnight blue-haired male. The one who was sleeping across from him, soundlessly. Minho gripped his neck before setting the cat down with a heavy breath. his arm ached, but it was worth the pain.

Minho was stupid.

Minho pulled himself off the bed and took the tray of empty dishes back to the kitchen again, starting to rinse and wash them. He wasn't sure what his next course of action would be for tomorrow. He can't let that kiss go. He can't let Jisung go either.

He called Changbin, who might've still been furious after the whole ordeal using Jisungs phone again, it was bad enough, calling him after Jisung passed out from exhaustion in his arms, he had to carry the male home from the park. He was also tired, yet his mind was too wired to even dare try and sleep.

Calling Changbin was a good thing in a way. It put a few things in perspective, he knew for a fact Jisung called him earlier about what went down between them. How he said Jisung hurt him again and this was Jisungs anxiety getting to him. It was a serious reaction. They both set each other off. Where he made himself sick and Minho caused bodily harm to not only himself but to Jisung as well. He wouldn't have been sick if he had just let him talk.

He felt guilty for making him sick still, they shouldn't have left the house until he knew for certain Jisung was okay. he was a crystal ball full of fog with uncertainty in his life. Changbin said not to worry too much, but of course, he was going to. It was Lee freaking Minho. Changbin even asked the elder if there were any markings on the younger and quickly denied the fact, thankfully it wasn't a lie. Though there were definitely other marks, it wasn't of harm, just a few luxurious hickies riddled the younger one's neck and collarbones. It almost pleased Minho with his work.