DLMLU ~ Hiatus ~

Obfuscation

Everything seemed to have gone back to normal. Well sort of, Minho and Felix weren't talking yet, nor has anyone addressed it themselves. From Minhos point of view Chan and Changbin have been trying to get Felix to open up. Minho knew what he did was wrong. He shouldn't have harmed himself or run away from his own issues. In the long wrong he didn't blame himself either. Being scared and developing new emotions is a battle even he had trouble with. Yet he tried keeping to himself and Jisung occasionally stuck to him like glue as if the oldee was going to dissapear from his sight. He had an internal look of fear course through him every time Minho moved. He always had to reassure him.

Did Minho hate the clinginess? No,not in the slightest. He found it enduring Jisung wanted to be around him as much as he wanted to be around the younger. It was just baby steps because of his own demons.

One of the other differences was that Minho prefered staying with Jeongin. He felt more calmer there however, he didn't want to leave Jisungs side either. So he divied up his stays between Jeongins and the other place.

Today being one of those days where Minho groaned turning over on the bed to face the door, reaching for the new cell phone he was given. Reading 07:21... he tossed the phone over onto the beds end table and rolled back over covering his face from the newly morning sun that broke through the semi closed blinds.

"Minho!" Jisung yelled out this time and was now even louder and standing at his bedside. Groaning and mumbling incoherce words he lazily sat up, rubbing his eyes with a heavy yawn.

"Mhmm?" Minho stretched.

"Pu- pull your shi- shirt up." Jisung stumbled out. Minho peered up at him seeing his face flushed with a hint of pink. Then looked down seeing his oversize crewneck drapped off his shoulders revealing most of his collar bone and at Minhos point of view Jisung undoubtedly could look down his shirt. Minhos eyes widened from the shock. Before pulling himself out of bed and started pushing him out of the bedroom, slamming it shut.

Why would he even push the younger out? It wasn't just his room? He cringed embarassed.

"Fuck..." he mumbled out rubbing his face before making headway to the closet. He grabbed a basic white tee, soft blue open front sweater and his black skinnies which have began to become his favourite pair as the knees were starting to become blown out. And no, not like that sick perves. Minho made way to the washroom to wash his face and shower. He tested the hot water before stepping in, letting the hot water sink into his skin. Taking the body wash and lathering hid body scrubbing intensly as he washed up. It was a normal routine, rubbing his skin raw for felling dirty.

He stepped out, drying himself off and changing into the clothing he had chosen for the day. His hair was still dripping wet, dye rolling down his neck so he placed a towel around his neck to avoid the staining of his clothing. Leaving the washroom. Grabbing his cell phone from the bedside, seeing it read 07:53.

Minho blankly stared at the 'notebook'. He found Felix's book awhile ago before he left the bunker. It was writing of his feint memories or shadows that appeared. Names, faces, places, times everything written in a small journal to recall his memories. Minho placed the book into his satchel and headed down stairs to meet Chan and Felix and even Jisung who are waiting for him. He knew he shouldn't of had the book to begin with, but he also didn't want Felix to have it. He didn't want his younger brother recalling their past.

Minho scoffed at lowly hiding his face seeing his brother, still a little wary of him, but happy that he was back at the house again none-the- less. Chan was happily laughing at something he said.

Minho wanted to make Felix smile and laugh again too. He wanted to try ask him, so today he pleaded hoping Chan would come with him shopping. Seungmin and Felixs birthdays were birthdays were coming up and he really wanted to get them stuff, so what better way to convince Chan to come shopping.