neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo quindici: potrebbe essere importante..

Why the hell is my head hurting so much!  Was the only thing that was on Jisung's mind the second he woke up. Sitting himself up, he was going to get up but his head pounded so hard that he stayed in place, pressing his hand against his forehead to cool it a little to ease the pain, though it did not do much. His hands were warm too. Curse his stupid, warm hands!

Scanning the room, he saw Minho in bed asleep, back turned to him. He also noticed a glass of water on his nightstand, one that had fog around the outside of the cup meaning it was new and Jisung definitely wasn't the one that put it there. He shrugged, downing the cup in one go. Once he set the cup down, he grabbed his phone and checked the time. 8:36. Oh, I guess I woke up early today. But another thing that Jisung noticed was how it almost felt like there was a gap in his memories from yesterday. The last thing he thought he did was hang out with Changbin and his friends but now he was at the dorm, in his own bed.

Come on, think. Jisung thought, rubbing his forehead. Drinks.. I remember that. We started drinking alcohol and it tasted really weird. Oh, yeah, that's right. It made me feel really weird too, is that what Minho hyung was talking about? Probably..

He saw Minho stir in his sleep. I should probably shower now. Looking through his clothes, he noticed that he didn't have any clean shirts left. Right, I need to do my laundry. I guess I should do that today. Jisung decided that he'd change back into the clothes he was wearing right now after the shower. But when he walked into the bathroom, he got a glance of himself in the mirror and saw that the shirt he was wearing most definitely wasn't his. Nonetheless he got undressed and hopped into the shower, wondering why he's wearing someone else's shirt, though it was most likely Minho's because it was oversized.

Oh.

Oh.

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Minho woke up to a familiar sounding yelp. Minho rose from his spot on the bed and rushed to the bathroom, barely awake. He knocked on the door urgently.

"You think I'm cute?"

"Yeah, I do.."

Jisung's head was spinning.

"Jisung? Are you okay?" Minho called.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm cool. Totally. Yeah, you can go back to sleep now." Jisung answered, though sounding panicked. He mentally whined, hitting his own head with his hand at the memory that resurfaced.

"Uh, you don't sound fine. Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Positive."

"Alright.." Minho sighed, definitely knowing that Jisung wasn't alright but it wasn't his place to pry. He could just be confused on what happened last night. There was no way he could remember, being that wasted. But the look on Jisung's face when the door opened definitely said otherwise. Minho raised an eyebrow at Jisung when he just stood there with a red face.

"You remember, don't you?" Minho asked, almost laughing out loud when Jisung whined and rushed by him, covering his face with his hands in the process.

"I didn't mean to act like that, I swear!" Jisung sat down on his bed, dramatically kicking his legs in embarrassment.

"I know. Stop whining."

"I'm never drinking again!"

"I assumed."

"Why are you answering like that?!"

"How do you want me to answer? Do you want me to say it wasn't embarrassing? Because that'd be such a lie."