hate; hjs + lmh

25.

chan followed minho as he walked out of the studio, "what was that?" he asked as he caught up with him.

"what was what?" he replied.

"oh come on, don't act stupid min"

minho rolled his eyes, "fine, it was nothing..we were just practicing okay?" he said, walking faster than before to avoid any more questions.

"that didn't look like dancing to me" chan joked, "come on just admit it-"

minho stopped, "there's nothing to admit chan, it was just for the dance okay? please do remember that i still hate him"

chan groaned, "if that's what hate looks like then i wonder what love looks like" he laughed as minho slapped his arm.

"i will never even like him, let alone love him" he scoffed as his best friend groaned again.

~

jisung opened the door and went inside the apartment, praying he wouldn't run into minho. he went to his room and picked up his headphones and a couple of books he needed.

he thought he was successful in avoiding minho but when he turned around he saw his roommate standing there with a glass in his hand.

"hello" he took a sip from his drink, "what's it with people sneaking into our house recently?"

jisung rolled his eyes, "was really hoping to avoid you.." he pushed past minho and headed for the door.

"why didn't you tell anyone?" jisung stopped and turned around, not knowing what to say
"why didn't you tell anyone about that day?"

minho's voice began to crack, "w-why haven't you used it against me.." tears fell from his eyes, "i'm sorry you don't care do you?"

jisung shook his head, "no min i do care..just please stop crying" he put his stuff down and walked over to minho, taking the glass from his hand.

"tell me jisung, why haven't you told anyone.." he cried, his words fading into his sobs.

jisung had never seen him this upset, sure he'd seen the older cry but not like this. he didn't know how to answer his question but he did know how to comfort him.

he sat him down on the couch, minho rested his head on jisung's shoulder as the boy played with his hair. the two sat there in silence for a while, the only sound was minho's sniffles.

jisung frowned at his roommate, seeing him cry like this made him strangely upset. he then looked down at minho's hand which was resting on his knee, jisung hesitated at first but then he slowly reached down and put his hand ontop of minho's.

he slowly moved their hands so their fingers intertwined, it felt odd but it felt good. he tightened his grip on minho's hand.

"why are you still h-here?" minho asked, his voice sounded strained "i thought you hated me"

jisung thought about his question and shrugged, "i don't know.." he replied, still playing with the boys hair. "i don't know why i'm still here"

he looked down at their intertwined fingers, "do you want me to leave?"

~