Hate me. (Minsung)

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jisung felt something warm and bright hit his face, breaking him out of sleep.

he stirred, making an unsatisfied noise before going to bring a hand up to rub his eyes.

well, he was going to.

until he realized he couldn't do that. something was on his arm, weighing it down completely.

feeling restricted, he willed his eyes to open and look down to see that minho was unconscious and laying on his arm.

the ravenette was laying on his stomach, his breathing sounding somewhat reminiscing of snoring but not quite that. it was much softer than that.

and jisung could hear it right by his ear. it took a few seconds to realize that something was smushing into his cheek.

minho's nose was right at his shoulder, and his face was in the crevasse of jisung's neck- resulting in their faces being mushed together.

and dear lord was it hot.

jisung squirmed, his face scrunching up and a noise of discomfort squeezing from his throat. the numbness of his arm distracted from the thin layer of sweat coating his forehead.

he felt like he was slowly suffocating, and no matter what he tried, he couldn't break his arm free from underneath his roommate.

he tried to kick his legs, but found that he was unable to move them either. he looked down and noticed a mess of limbs and blankets tangled with each other.

some time during the night the two must have melded together- and now here jisung was. stuck and unable to move.

he threw his head back against the pillow with a humph. he brought his free hand up to push the hair on his forehead up.

he was gonna die from heat stroke.

he hoped minho wouldn't be asleep for much longer.

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jisung was stupid to hope minho would wake up soon.

because it took him three more hours.

by that point jisung had already knocked out- sprawled out on the bed and his head facing the wall as he lightly snored.

minho had still been on his arm and his cheek was currently met with the blonde's cheek- so when he began to wake up he was mildly confused.

he brought his head up and instantly brought a hand up to his tingly cheek. he noticed that he was on top of jisung's arm, so immediately he pulled himself up.

upon sitting up, he felt a headache pelt his head and dizziness overcome him. he did not feel any better.

but instead of focusing on that, minho brought a hand down to slap jisung's chest.

this instantly had the younger waking up and jolting in pain. "OUCH!! WHAT THE-"

"why am i on top of you?" minho demanded, his skin marked with sleep lines and his hair disheveled and out of order.

jisung stared at him with the biggest look of confusion he could've ever mustered. "why are you asking ME that?? i was trapped under you for hours- DAMN MY ARM-"

jisung winced and held his arm that felt absolutely numb and disconnected. he rubbed it hoping to get rid of the pins and needles, trying to move his fingers which had been stiff from lack of blood circulation.

when he looked back at minho, he knew he couldn't even argue with him because he still looked so out of it.

"why were our faces smushed together?" he tiredly asked. he pulled the blankets off their legs. "and why are our legs like that."