Hate me. (Minsung)

//34//

it was mentally decided, that neither of them cared enough.

neither of them could shake the cold feelings and terrible thoughts pertaining to the other out of their minds.

despite the lectures their friends have given them- it was pointless. they still felt the same.

but at least they both silently agreed to avoid speaking to each other as much as possible. even if their friends (hyunjin and felix) were becoming close, they wouldn't even mutter a word to each other whenever they were gathered in a group.

it was like this for days.

hyunjin and felix could both agree it was a step up from their normal, constant bickering. but at the end of the day, it was growing to be just as annoying.

the random bursting into their dorm didn't stop either. minho swung the door open for his pretty regular bag change, not announcing his presence by knocking (as per usual).

jisung was sat at his desk doing assignments, not even looking over at the door after hearing the loud opening of it. he of course knew who it was anyway.

minho had music playing in his ears, clicking it to be louder as he went over to his bed. he tossed his bag on the bed as he opened the bottom drawers to take out some clean clothes.

he briefly looked over to see jisung sitting and doing work, but it was only for a second before he redirected his attention back to swapping out the clothes.

it had been about three weeks since the last time they properly spoke to each other. and neither of them cared about that fact.

it was fine. it was at least peaceful, despite the dark glares they would sometimes shoot each other when one wasn't looking.

jisung sighed, closing his laptop and stretching out his arms. he did so until he heard a satisfying pop on his shoulders, humming and running a hand along his hair as he stood up.

he took the bowl and cup he had on the desk from what he was eating prior, turning around with them in his arms to put them in the sink.

he walked past minho, going into the kitchen and placing the dishes down carefully in the sink. he'd wash them later.

he yawned, turning around and walking back towards his bed.

mid-step he didn't realize that minho had suddenly gotten up and was right in front of him, going the way he just came from.

the two of them walked straight into each other hard, knocking heads and stumbling back in pain and holding the part of their heads that were now aching.

"ow!! watch where you're going!" jisung instantly rushed in pain- wincing and rubbing his head in an attempt to get rid of the ache.

"me? i legit just stood up, what the fuck do you mean? the hell is your issue?" minho seethed, eye closed from where it was practically bumped by jisung's hard scalp.

"now i'm gonna have a headache.." jisung whined, shooting one of famous and familiar glares directly into minho's eyes afterwards.

minho returned the favor in an instant. "maybe if you fucking watched where you're going this wouldn't be a damn issue."

"why were you even getting up in the first place?" jisung shot, removing his hand from his head to directly look up at minho.

minho was just a bit taller than jisung was. they were close in height, but the gap was enough to still have jisung looking up.

"you always have some shit to complain about."

"and you're always so fucking mean." jisung mumbled. "i haven't even been doing anything to you."

minho eyed him. "and neither have i. haven't spoken a word to you, yet here we are." his voice lowered- the two closer to each other than before, eyes shining with pure resentment and dislike.

jisung opened his mouth to shoot a response, but there was a buzzing from his phone that immediately cut him short. he sighed angrily, taking the device out of his pocket to look at the contact.

minho crossed his arms and leaned against the wall in interest, eyes still boring into jisung as if being interested to hear what dumb shit he was going to say.

however that expectation died the moment he saw jisung's eyes suddenly go wide and his previous expression drop as he looked at his phone.

silence.

the phone continued to buzz, making jisung's hand shake as he gripped it, the call still coming through. the blonde stared at it.

that's all he did. he stared at it.

any possible words were dead in his throat, the color in his face suddenly drained and his eyes pooled with something minho couldn't read.

his breathing was no longer normal, beginning to come out of his mouth in heaps rather than quietly from his nose like before. his other hand was beginning to shake.

before minho had the chance to question his sudden change, he caught a glimpse of the phone before jisung hurriedly put it down on the table, screen-down.

without even acknowledging the older's presence anymore, jisung quickly turned around and covered his mouth as he rushed into the bathroom- secluding himself and locking the door behind him.

minho could still hear his breathing.

it was heavy, and uneven. they were breaths that sounded like they were tearing at the throat with every exhale.

minho's eyes fell back to the phone pressed against the table, hearing the buzzes continue against the wood. he watched the device move and twitch with each ring.

he was sure he saw the contact before, but something inside him wanted to double check. something told him to flip the phone.

minho walked over, looking at the phone for a few seconds before doing what his brain told him to do. he flipped it over.

he was right.

mom is calling...