Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

13. The Promise You Made

Jisung groaned waking up. His head felt like floating and there was a sudden urge for him to puke.

Jisung jumped from the bed running to the door which looked like the bathroom and vomited on the toilet. He coughed, groaning in pain as his head ringed and pounced. Slowly getting up from his weak knees, he flushed the toilet and zombie walked out of the bath room.

But his reflection was caught in a mirror. Jisung's eyes squinted. His looked pale, as a vampire. Morever, he smelled like alcohol. (Jisung suddenly felt like vomiting again.) Then his eyes travelled down to his wrinkled shirt and no pants, only boxers-

Jisung shrieked. He ran out of the bathroom to the bed room he was previously in. His scanned the surrounding. It was a typical room. No decor with a bedside night lamp, a small desk and a king sized bed.

Where am I?

Then his eyes caught the sight of freshly new clothes folded on the table. He approached it and picked the piece of paper on it.

"Wear these and drink the medicine." Jisung grogily read. He looked at the glass of water and pills next to him. "What the fuck happened."

Suddenly the door opened. Jisung gasped hugging himself. Minho's eyes met with his. Jisung froze. Now suddenly remembering how hisnhyung dragged him to a bar.

"Oh, you are awake." He commented. Jisung looked down as Minho approached him. "Did you take the pills?"Jisung shacked his head. Minho glanced at the younger and sighed. He granned Jisung's hand (for which he flinched) and shoved the pills on it. "Here drink them."

"N-no."

"Then you can live with a hangover." Minho raised his voice for which Jisung covered his ears. "See, now drink. I made some soup. You can drink them and later have breakfast."

Possiblilites of what has happened yesterday started swimming in Jisung's head. He can't remember every detail after he drank. Now how he end up here with Minho or how his clothes were missing or how his body hurts like fuck. Tears pricked to Jisung eyes of thinking the worst.

Minho's got startled as Jisung started crying. "Hey, hey, what happened?"

"Wh-what did we do last night?" Jisung looked at Minho with teary eyes. "D-di we-"

"No Han, no." Minho took Jisung's hands in his. "I would never do it without your conscious."

Jisung let out a breath of relief. "Then...what exactly happend?"

Minho blushed recalling the mad man Han from last  night. "Well you were... asking me to kiss you... and touch you and..." Minho looked at Jisung whose eyes are wide from horror. "I didn't touch you that way."

He decided he would keep Jisung's emotional confessions to himself, knowing the younger would've be happy that Minho had found out. It's his private life, Minho doesn't seem to look like he invaded it.

Jisung nodded. "T-thank you. And, sorry if I f-force you on doing something."

Minho let out a small chuckle. "I wouldn't mind anyway." Jisung's eyes widened as he looked at Minho with doe eyes. "I would have really enjoyed the moment."

Jisung blushed. "Hyung..."

Minho leaned closer, they noses barely touching. "I need to give some more important lessons for this cute squirrel anyway, which is next gonna be kissing..." Minho smirked. "...on the lips."

Jisung breath itched. Honestly, he hasn't kissed anyone before (not even in accident. One time a girl tried to kiss him in high school but Jisung panicked and pushed Felix forward. At least Felix got his first kiss.) He doesn't know how to kiss and hell no he is willing to ask someone to teach him.