forest || minsung

25

when minho woke up the next morning with his nose pressed to someone's chest, he low-key panicked.

correction; he high-key panicked. he trashed out of the other's grip, in the meantime awakening a throbbing headache.

he sat up and held his head, he must have drank a lot. and now he had to suffer.

the person in his bed also woke up now, and he noted it was just jisung. oh no. jisung.

he vaguely remembered what had happened the night before. singing karaoke. being yelled at for being loud. the cat in the park, which he had named "pear" in his head because the cat was orange but pears aren't and that was oh so funny to him at the time. jisung asking him when he figured out he was bisexual.

...

fuck.

he had royally screwed up on that one.

the one gift he had, this fine morning, was the concept of "pretending not to remember anything from last night," and minho was eager to use it.

'good morning to you too,' jisung mumbled.

god he was so embarrassed. he barely dared to look at him as he returned the greeting.

'what, uh- what happened last night?' he tried. he carefully planted his feet on the ground and stumbled to his desk, where some medicine was hidden in its drawers.

'you want the short or the long version?' jisung rubbed his eyes.

'long.'

'i see.. until where do you remember?'

he tried to remember something irrelevant from the night before. 'uh... changbin trying to do push-ups with felix on his back?'

the other nodded and started recalling everything that had happened after changbin so miserably failed at impressing felix.

he really did mention everything. like, from his own perspective, but he said everything minho had told him, word for word.

he should've asked for the short story, he realised now. there was no point in pretending that he didn't remember now that jisung had laid it all out before him. he hadn't expected him to straight up tell him all that.

'oh,' he said. it was the only thing he could think of.

jisung tried to look him in the eyes, to see if he was okay. minho averted his gaze. his breathing was uneven.

'do you want to talk-'

'no,' minho snapped at him.

jisung pressed his lips together.

'no,' he said again, softer. he hadn't meant to be rude.

the younger sighed. 'should I leave you alone?'

minho loved being around him. his presence made everything a little better. but right now?

'yeah.. sorry.'

jisung smiled, 'it's fine.'

he quickly tied his shoes and grabbed his phone, before heading towards the door. he gave minho a short squeeze in the shoulder as he walked past. the other could do nothing but watch as he left.

now what?

jisung was gone. this always happened, always by his own mistakes. he ruined everything.

it happened with chan. it had taken quite a lot before he had realised that minho was a bad person. he never gave up, always right there when he needed him. always putting minho above himself.

but the look on his face when he woke up in the hospital? it would never be the same again.

chan had always been there for him, watching over him. to be honest, he still was. just from a distance.

he had felt like he was something fragile, and that was not what he wanted. he had told chan lies, how he was doing better. and chan just wanted to believe them so bad. he trusted minho.

he hated lying. but it was better that way. he shouldn't worry about him.

when jisung closed the door behind him, minho let himself fall to the ground. he sat with his back against his bed, knees propped up in front of him, face in his hands.

just breathe.

the next day was awkward. jisung's eyes stared a hole right through him, minho shrinking further into himself by the minute.

it didn't go unnoticed by their friends, but this wouldn't be the first time minho was quiet.

jisung, however, was a different story. jisung was loud, but not today. seungmin was staring at him intensely, so much that hyunjin had to tug his sleeve for attention. if this wasn't his fault, minho would have laughed.

seungmin didn't say anything to jisung. instead, he went to bother minho in the hallway.

'what did you do?'

'what?'

'to jisung,' he said, as if that wasn't obvious.

minho frowned at him. 'i don't know what you're talking about.'

'you know perfectly well what i'm talking about, so tell me.'

what is his problem?

'will you piss off?'

seungmin looked down, slightly hurt. minho felt a tinge of regret, but pushed it away. his friend cared about jisung and his well-being, not him.

when seungmin didn't move, he walked away himself.

'do you like him?' he called after him.

minho stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.

'what?'

'do you like him? jisung?'

he wasn't prepared to be confronted like this. what was he supposed to say? yes? no? the words were stuck in his throat, and he only managed to stare at the other in stunned silence.

seungmin's face softened. 'you do, don't you?'

suddenly, some sense returned to him. or maybe not, as he scoffed at him. 'no, i don't.'

this time he did walk away, ignoring seungmin, who wanted to know more.

---
A little short maybe
Anyways
I graduated