Hate me. (Minsung)

//47//

jisung found himself too out of it to even properly react to minho.

he took note of minho's disheveled hair, his flushed cheeks and lips, and how his eyes gave away how truly wasted he was.

instead, jisung simply looked away and attempted to relax.

he wiped his face again, trying to listen to the dumb show they put on for minho instead of the noises of the gigantic crowd outside the room.

"wow." even slurred, minho's voice sounded teasing. "who are you?" the older messily motioned, tilting his head far too much for it not to be humorous.

jisung gave him a look, still catching his breath but laughing a little at the dumbness. he didn't lean away from the wall, still using it as support as his head throbbed.

"you know who i am." he said, rubbing his eyes yet again.

"mm no i don't." minho drunkly stated, sure of himself. he leaned his back against the bed he wasn't sitting on, hands flat against the floor. "you look like someone i know though." he slurred.

jisung looked to the side and saw two unopened water bottles on a desk. he knew those were probably there for minho, but there were two. he couldn't help his need for more water and grabbed one of them.

he undid the cap and took a another long swig, feeling it cool down his insides in a wave.

"why you here?" minho's voice sounded so stupidly wasted and barely cohesive.

jisung took a little gasp of air after practically downing an entire water bottle. he wiped his mouth, catching the drips of water that threatened to fall down his chin. "i just had an anxiety attack." he didn't know why he was explaining this to a drunk person- minho out of all people.

"for why?"

jisung looked down at the older.

but for some reason minho didn't even feel older right now. his eyes were blown and big, the light reflecting in them as if he were a cat jisung saw in the street not so long ago.

he gave the cat a nice pet at the time, but despite minho's big eyes, he felt no urge to pet him.

"i have anxiety." jisung said, placing the quarter-full water bottle back down next to the full one. he leaned against the desk for a few seconds before he heard minho hum.

"i think my cats have separation anxiety." minho blurted, looking up at the ceiling as if there was something interesting written up there.

jisung scoffed a little, running his hand through his own messed up hair. "yeah, me and your cats both have anxiety then apparently." he murmured.

he felt like he was talking to a kid.

jisung took another moment to try and stop his heart from racing from the undying nerves, his hands finally beginning to stop trembling despite only slightly.

he had no clue where the hell felix, jeongin, or chan were. not even hyunjin or seungmin either.

he felt like even if he texted them or tried to call them, they all would've been too occupied to even feel their phone ringing in their pockets. he figured that he was gonna end up having to find them amongst the crowd.

the thought of going out there again instantly made him feel nauseous.

beginning to have another mental freak out over the mere thought of going back out there, jisung didn't even process the sound of minho getting up from the futon on the floor.

he didn't notice there was someone closer to him until there was a shadow overbearing him, blocking the light of the room.

he blinked away his nerves, getting ready to look at minho before the older suddenly slammed his hand at the side of jisung's head.