𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 51 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽

"Next!" the woman behind the desk yelled after witnessing a horrible performance. She buried her face in her hand, massaging her head before raising her gaze again. Footsteps sounded through the auditorium as the wooden plank underneath him cracked. 

"I am Lee Minho. Nineteen years old."

Jisung had spent a few days over at Chan's house. It was the weekend anyway. Hyunjin visited sometimes, the first time being surprised upon stumbling on Jisung's presence. That led to movie nights most time. On Monday, he chose to return home in the afternoon. 

He closed the door behind him and met with the gaze of his mother, who turned around while she was cooking early dinner. "Are you going somewhere?" Jisung raised an eyebrow and questioned. "Hmm," his mother hummed. "I have a client in the evening, so I won't be home until late tonight. I'm cooking early, so you guys have something to eat when I'm gone." 

"How was your friend's? Got some time to take your mind off things?" 

Jisung nodded. But his mother knew him better. The both of them sat down and talked again. "I tried to forget him for a bit, but it doesn't work. No matter how many movie nights or home-cooked dinners, I keep wishing Minho was there, sitting next to me. I miss him, mom. And I can't stop missing him."

His mom laid her hand on top of him. "If this is right, Jisung, you two will find your way back to each other." She squeezed his shoulder, displaying that warm motherly smile that gives you that reassuring feeling. A feeling that there is someone that cares. Someone who will always open their arms for you to run into when things get hard. 

They stayed like that, cuddled up until both of them found it was the right time to have something to eat until the time came when his mom had to leave. She gave him one last smile before closing the door, leaving Jisung to do the dishes. He put on his gloves and collected everything on the table before piling them all up on the counter. Jisung struggled to brush a strand of hair out of his eye and huffed. He removed the glove, a bit agitated, not thinking much of the door that just opened. Probably Irene. She usually came around this time and she had the keys anyway. 

Jisung was about to do the dishes until he felt two arms snake around him. He froze. He reached out hesitantly as if wanting to confirm his speculation was true. A tear welled up in his eye. "You're home.." Jisung held Minho's hand. The warmth overwhelming him, he smiled. But Minho didn't see it. He turned Jisung around carefully, a pleading look in his eyes. 

"I know I have no right to be here after what I've done to you. I just want you to know you have every right to be mad at me. Hell, you don't even have to forgive me." He looked down, ashamed. "But I just want to plead for your forgiveness one more time." Minho saw the hesitant look from Jisung and panicked. "Just please, give me this time once. I promise I'll leave you alone after if that's what you want me to do." 

"Jisung," his lip trembled, him being on the verge of crying. "I am so sorry for the things I have done to you. I know no amount of my words or apologies can change that nor make up for the way I treated you, made you feel, left you." Minho's voice broke, keeping the tears trapped in his eyes for they were threatening to fall. He looked right into Jisung's eyes, searching in them, the pain he found in them stabbing into his heart. "But I really want you to know I am truly sorry." 

Now he really couldn't keep it in anymore as he lowered his head and broke down. Jisung pulled him closer. "And I forgive you." 

Minho shook his head, more tears brimming in his eyes. "I don't understand. I keep hurting you in so many ways but you always come back to me. Why?" 

"Because I am willing to give you chances, Minho."

"If others don't give you that, I will. Because I believe in you. I trust you, Minho." 

Minho gripped Jisung tighter. He would never let Jisung escape from his grasp ever again. He hid his face in the crook of Jisung's neck. "I was so afraid of losing you." 

Minho looked up, fighting back the next tears. "God, how do you put up with someone as selfish as me?" he smiled ironically. 

Jisung massaged the back of his head, drawing random figures in his hair in hopes of calming Minho down. "Shh," Jisung hushed. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I already forgave you." 

Minho's eyes struggled to stay open, them still being red and irritated. He had used up all his tears by now, Minho was pretty sure of it. In fact, he was struggling to hold his entire body up and standing as well. 

It worried Jisung so much he offered to carry him upstairs. But Minho refused, saying he could handle it himself, setting a step on the staircase. But stubborn and caring as Jisung was, he still helped him walk upstairs instead. 

Jisung laid him down carefully and tucked Minho in as he gripped the sheets, shivering. He held his hand out to Minho's forehead, checking his temperature. "You have a fever.." he mumbled, concerned. Minho showed a weak smile. "I'm fine, I swear." he lied. He wasn't fine, in fact, he felt like shit. Not just because of the fever but because of the things he keeps screwing up. "I swear if you're overthinking things now." Jisung pointed his finger threatening toward Minho. 

And that's how Jisung ended up taking care of him for the evening. He knew Minho had been taking horrible care of himself the past few days and that really bounced back on him. The older's face had turned pale and a frown painted his forehead. He was having a dream. And Jisung assumed it wasn't a good one. 

"Look at yourself," he scolded while dapping a damp cloth over the other's face. "You're lucky I care about you." Though Jisung was being sarcastic now, he did hope Minho would recover soon. God, when would this man stop worrying him for once?