His Precious

Four:

"I can't believe you actually did it!" Jisung squeals, running his hands through Hyunjin's now black locks.

"I told you it was a genius idea!" The taller boy responds. "Speaking of genius ideas, when are you and Minho going to finally confess to each other?" He pries. The squirrel boy blushes but shakes his head.

"Not happening. He doesn't like me like that."

"How can you be sure if you don't tell him?"

"By getting Felix to snoop."

"No. Han Jisung, do this one yourself. For what it's worth, I think he's head over heels for you."

"Sure, Jinnie, whatever you say." He responds with an eye roll. "I have to get back to work, but I'll see you guys at practice tomorrow morning.

"Okay, Sung. Love you!" The taller boy says with a smile before leaving the restaurant.

The other boy watches him go, turning to get back to work. Thankfully, the morning had been slow so he got some of his revisions done for the new song that he, Chan, and Changbin have been working on.

The downside is that Jisung is aware that it's Friday night, their busiest night for reasons unknown to him. He supposes it's because of the college kids who need to grab a quick snack before they hit the parties, although he's not sure.

The rush starts around 6, and at first, it goes great. Jisung has no problem keeping up with orders, that is until he gets a head-splitting migraine aboug an hour and a half into the rush. Then everything becomes absolutely insufferable.

In all honesty, he just wants to lay in a dark room with no sound, no light, no stimulants.

He wants Minho.

The poor boy manages to last until 8:15 before he runs to the bathroom and vomits from the intense pressure in his head.

After seeing this, his manager calls Minho for him, explaining the situation and asking him to come to pick up the puking boy.

It feels like he's there in a flash, lifting the younger into his arms and carrying him to the car. Thankfully for Jisung’s dignity, and the business of the restaurant, his best friend uses the side door.

The car ride is miserable, every car noise making the boy whine in pain. Minho is careful taking Jisung out of the car, carrying him to the bedroom they now share. He gets shorts and a t-shirt for Jisung to change into while he goes downstairs and gets the proper medicine and some water, running it upstairs as quick as possible.

Jisung takes it thankfully, squeezing his friend's hand in gratitude. The older boy leaves again, going back downstairs to get a snack and some more water for when the bed ridden boy feels up to digesting things. He also gets him a ginger ale for his stomach.

When he returns to the room, the younger is under the blankets, laying on his side facing where Minho lays.

"Bubs?" He says, his heart wrenching when Jisung winces a little from the pain. "I'm so sorry, but I need to know if you're going to be sick to your stomach again."

"N-no." He whispers, shutting his eyes. Minho nods, and all Jisung hears is a tiny bit of shuffling around before the mattress dips a little bit and the silver haired boy carefully and gently pulls him into his arms.

When he awakens, his migraine is thankfully gone. The boy beside him looks so peaceful, dreaming about who knows what.

Jisung crawls out of bed gently, going to brush his teeth now that he can stand without throwing up. Once that's done, he drinks some of the water on the nightstand and returns back to the cuddling position.

"You should eat the muffin I brought up, your stomach is empty." Minho mumbles, eyes still closed.

"I'm not hungry yet, but I promise when we wake up again later I'll eat something."

"Okay."

"Thank you for taking care of me." He says, leaning down and leaving a kiss entirely too close to the boy's lips. Both boys are aware, yet neither says a thing, too caught up in the fact they almost kissed... and that they liked it.

Jisung nuzzles back into the older boy's chest, listening to his slightly quickened heart beat and thinking back on what Hyunjin said earlier in the day.

Is it possible that Minho likes him as more than a friend? If so, how hasn't he caught onto it... and when did it happen? So many thoughts run through his mind. Perhaps he should just ask.

"Min?"

"Mhm?" Comes his sleepy reply.

"Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you, Sung. We've been over this." He mumbles, referring to all the times Jisung has checked in to make sure that Minho actually wanted to be friends with him.

"That's not what I- never mind. Goodnight hyung."

"Night, precious."

It's not long before Minho's soft snores fill the room once more, Jisung merely admiring his best friend. He's ethereal, even in the (almost) pitch dark.

He feels his eyelids getting heavy as well, exhausted from the migraine earlier. The blue haired boy makes a mental note to apologize to his boss as soon as possible, embarrassed for getting so sick without warning and interrupting the work flow.

Of course, his boss won't care. As he was the one to call Minho in the first place, he must have understood the dire situation. Plus, as an older gentleman who lives alone with no kids, Jisung is his favourite because he reminds him of his son who died in a crash a few years ago.

Not that Jisung is using favoritism as an excuse, no. But the sickness, yes.

Thinking about practice in the morning makes him groan a little, but at least it isn't a dance practice.

When he finally shuts his brain off, he knows one thing for certain: he needs to confess to Minho soon, or else sleeping next to him is going to get unbearable.