Hate me. (Minsung)

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after making sure minho wasn't going to get out of bed again, jisung allowed himself to slip back into his own bed.

he felt very exhausted from not only having to argue with minho, but also having to drag him to lay down too.

physical movement of any kind was exhausting.

the moment jisung's head hit the pillow, he was out.

assuming he would be knocked out for the rest of the night- jisung didn't know why his instincts woke him up at 4:00 AM and tore him out of sleep.

he felt consciousness hit him like a truck, and he tiredly sighed and brought a hand up to rub at his eyes in annoyance.

he rubbed his face, yawning and turning on his side to try to get back to sleep.

and then he heard it.

crying.

he thought he heard crying.

faint, light, and airy. so quiet that a pin dropping would surely be louder.

but his ears never failed to pick up these small sounds.

sitting up, jisung looked towards minho's bed to see that he was in fact still laying there.

without giving his mind time to react, his body reacted first. he tossed the blankets off himself and stood, stumbling slightly from his numb legs, but going straight over to the bed.

when he got there, his hand hovered in the air just above the blankets.

minho was for sure laying on his side, covered by the sheets.

there were no constant noises of sniffling except for the one jisung heard when he initially woke up.

the one he barely caught.

but when jisung finally moved the blankets down, he saw minho's tear stained face.

he saw his flushed skin and the tracks of tears running down it. he had been curled in on himself, body still clearly sweating out this fever.

jisung felt frozen.

"min.." he whispered, not knowing what else to do.

it was clear by minho's expression that he was not okay. but he didn't seem to be crying from the pain.

this didn't look like physical ache- but more emotional.

jisung didn't think about his actions before bringing his hands down to minho's arms again and helping him sit up.

sitting up only pulled the tears down minho's face, and they fell and hit the back of jisung's hand, sliding down to his palm.

"hey.." jisung sat down on the bed in front of him. "what's wrong..?"

he didn't know why minho was crying. and he didn't get an answer.

minho was so out of it that jisung wondered if he even knew he was crying.

the tears came out at a steady pace as minho sat there looking down at his hands rested on the blankets, vision too blurry to even make out any shapes.

"is something hurting?" jisung questioned, wondering if minho was going to throw up or not.

and when minho shook his head, jisung blinked in confusion. "then why are you crying?" he tilted his head.

instinctively, jisung brought a hand to wipe at minho's face.

this prompted a sentence from the ravenette, but it was too quiet to understand.

"what..?"

"i'm all alone." his voice broke again.