(grumpy x sunshine) + (slow burn) + (minsung)
\\
metanoia (n.)
the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of thinking.
;;;;
"i come everyday to watch 'him' actually"
"motherfucker, if you ever do gay stuffs you better do it with only...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
it felt like hours had passed. jisung was seriously getting tired. his phone was about to die, so he got up and plugged the charger.
he constantly kept on yawning. chewing his inner cheeks, tapping his feet, rubbing his eyes, biting his nails, torturing his bottom lip, all signs of sleepiness and nervousness were present.
he didn't count for how long he was sitting there, doing nothing but just staring at minho's back with weary eyes.
minho finally closed his book and got up, making jisung get up as well.
took you so long, lee.
jisung didn't know where the guy was heading but he just stepped in front of him, making him halt and look down at him.
"should- should i reheat the food" he voiced out with hesitation, looking directly at his eyes.
minho glanced away and went past him toward the washroom "i don't want to eat" he said before closing the door behind him.
a frown slowly crept up on jisung's face. he was disappointed. he walked back to his bed and sat down on his previous spot, looking down on his hands.
soon he heard a notification sound. with a heavy heart he went close to the phone and found out that it was heesung.
heesung
is it going well?
not at all :(
why? what's going on?
he said he was not hungry. what do i donow???
maybe make him some coffee(?)
he thought about it and checked the time.
11:06.
he didn't realise it was that late. he was sure minho would stay up till late and make himself coffee. so why not help him with that.
it's the last thing to do since the food plan became a failure.
he waited first for minho to come out so the coffee wouldn't get cold.
minho took only a few minutes inside and as soon as he came out, jisung moved into the kitchen again. he brew the coffee while minho went in front of the mirror to get his dry his wet hair properly.
jisung noticed minho's hand, which was covered with new bandages.
it didn't take jisung long to come back with black coffee. he stood beside the elder, holding the coffee cup with one hand "minho i made black coffee for you"
"i don't need it" minho flatly stated, without turning to him.
having no appetite was understandable but why no to coffee?
now jisung was determined to make minho drink, he held the cup tighter "but you are going to study till late, right?"
"i said no need" minho turned around, voice louder than before.
the younger's brows furrowed in confusion. there was no need for that attitude. he was there to apologise not to argue.
he pulled on minho's sleeve, feeling mad with each second "why are yo-"
the coffee spilled on minho's uncovered left arm.
jisung's eyes extended in shock. he saw the skin getting redder in a split second.
he reached his hand for minho's arm "i-i am so s-"
but before that minho lost his mind. his other injured hand flew to the cup that jisung was holding and shoved it off of his hand.
in an instant, the cup was thrown at the floor with a crash sound.
jisung flinched by the noise. the hand that was about to reach minho's arm stopped midway.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" minho snapped, looking deeply at the boy with emotionless eyes.
jisung didn't dare to look up as his eyes were fixed at the red wide spot. it looked painful "y-your hand.. let me-" his voice was timid, he didn't know how to calm minho down.
"back off before i do something worse" the elder grumbled lowly and turned around.
the brown haired couldn't just stay still like last time "m-minho please.. let me put some ointment or that will leave- leave scars" he tried again, almost begging.
minho scoffed and turned his body back as he stepped closer to jisung "talking about scars, huh?"
jisung stepped backward after noticing minho's dark orbs. "w-"
"tell me honestly, are you bored?"
jisung stopped backing off, puzzled by the question "what are-"
minho cut him off and repeated his question, this time properly "are you bored spending your time with sunghoon now?"
he noticed the confusion filled eyes in front as he quickly glanced away, a sneer left his lips "hah.. of course you are" he looked back at his roommate.
"how many days has it been?" he went on with his mocking tone "one month?" he asked, tilting his head aside.
jisung felt his heart sank. his tired, worn out eyes were still the same but this time not because of sleepiness "m-minho-" he choked out the words, unable to finish whatever he was trying to say.
how come everything was getting worse?
minho finally backed off "stop it. can you? if you are really here to get my attention after getting bored, then that shit won't work here" he growled out, taking another step behind.
"stop fucking playing around if you don't mean it" he muttered lowly enough for jisung to catch the hurt tone inside the empty room.
but he didn't pay any attention to that. his eyes followed minho going back to his study table with large steps.
he heard those words before but this time the same words hit harder. but why? because it was coming from a person he liked?
it's funny how one particular person who could make you the strongest could also make you the weakest. shame.
his eyes were glossy, mind blank.
"fuck this" minho cursed under his breath. his exam was the next day, and what was he doing?
the younger was standing stiff without any word. he threw his head back and tried to gulp down the knot he was holding inside his throat.
he heaved a sigh and stepped toward the scattered glass pieces, picking them up carefully to not leave any behind.
he wiped the floor and threw the pieces into the trash bin. he stood there for some seconds, looking down inside the bin, at the broken pieces "i- i am sorry for... bothering you" he quivered, biting the inside of his lips.
minho's grip went harder around the pen as he made an annoyed 'tch' sound "don't act like the victim now. let me study in peace"
his words sounded sharper than knives to jisung.
"y-yes, good luck" that was jisung's last words before he left the room alone, at midnight.
minho was unable to see the tears that flowed down jisung's cheeks as soon he closed the door behind him.
nor was he aware of the promise jisung did to the food, that he made with such care and affection.
his mind was filled with his own rough thoughts. he was surrounded by a thick wall of insecurity he made by himself.
