Hate me. (Minsung)

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minho typically had a hard time remembering his dreams, but for some reason, none of them had been quite vivid like this one for a while.

there was an olive branch, reaching so far that it consumed almost everything there was to see. it was surrounding him from every angle.

with feeble fingers, minho picked an olive in front of him.

his touch retreated the branches, making them curl in on themselves before vanishing completely.

it was just white now. pure white surrounding him until minho turned around.

he could see his younger self. it was weird to be viewing himself from a different age at a different angle, but it didn't feel like a bad thing.

he looked at the child, a fuzzy shadow of a woman standing behind him. but the child didn't look behind him.

the shadow was a dull blue, reaching over the shoulder of his younger self- who still hadn't looked up yet.

and suddenly there was another shadow. this time much smaller than the blue one, appearing right next to the child. they were about the same height.

this shadow was yellow.

he watched the yellow shadow embrace his younger self- watching the way the entire image dissipated in front of him.

he could feel the olive still in his hand.

and then he woke up.

when minho opened his eyes from the voice of changbin calling his name, he didn't expect for his head to be secure on someone's shoulder.

he opened his eyes and pulled away, rubbing the sleep from his face and noticing the way jisung's head fell forward from his movement.

he paused, looking over at him to realize he was deep asleep. he put two and two together, and momentarily looked at changbin to question his lack of teasing.

"we're at your place." he simply said, clearly tired beyond belief. he rubbed his eyes and pointed out the window. "i'm so tired i'm dying." he complained.

minho yawned, looking at the time briefly before setting his eyes back on jisung.

maybe it was his groggy brain or his lack of thinking that made him reach over to unbuckle jisung's seatbelt.

with heavy eyes, he simply grabbed the one bag that was theirs and slug it up his arm. shutting the car door; he began to walk to the other side.

he opened jisung's door, saying nothing as he suddenly slung the sleeping boy's arm over his neck.

with barely any strain, minho picked him up and shut the door by kicking it with his foot.

he forgot to say bye, but it seemed like that wasn't even necessary because changbin had been driving off presumably to get to his bed as soon as possible.

minho carried jisung, eyes dead and flat with the ache to sleep as he began walking up to their dorm room.

he had one arm on jisung's back and the other under his legs, carrying the deadweight as jisung's head fell into his neck.

with a tired moan, jisung began to murmur out sentences like he typically did whenever he was in deep sleep. "where's the thing..?"

and minho, perfectly knowing that jisung wasn't awake, decided to entertain it as he walked. "what thing?" he tiredly questioned, voice in a similar murmur.

"thing." jisung gurgled, attempting to move but minho preventing him from wriggling out of his hold.

the older opened their dorm room door, kicking it shut with his foot afterwards just like he did with the car.