You understand me - Minsung

Chapter 15

Minho woke up with the hardest headache he ever had. He didn't know it was because of how much he cried or because of how much he drank, but what he was sure of is that he wanted nothing else than to get back to sleep and forget that this day existed.

He laid down again.

He was glad to not have any classes, at least he wouldn't have to get ready, to go outside, to face Jisung.

As his legs brushed his soft bed, he hissed at the pain. He remembered now what he had done when he got home the day before

"Fuck my life" He muttered to himself

I just broke my streaks I guess

He sighed, getting up and walking slowly to the bathroom. He took his pants off, putting some ointment on the bloody lines he traced the day before, his eyes prickling with tears.

I'm so fucked up

He felt so depressed, everything was going shitty.

As he left the bathroom to back to his room, her mom stood there, an apple in a hand and his medication in the other.

"Min, I've seen you were tired so I was going to bring you some breakfast" She said sweetly, but her face fell when she saw her son's expression.

"No, thank you" He said, going back to his room

"What? What do you mean no?" She said as she followed him, confused.

"I don't want to"

"But your pills honey" She said as she pushed her hand in front of Minho, giving him his pills

"I said no" He yelled as he slapped his mother's hand away, making the pills fly through the corridor. He then slammed his bedroom's door shut, letting his mother stay frozen outside, shock written all over her face.

She was panicking. She didn't know how to react to that. She crouched down to take the pills back, as she decided to try later, maybe Minho was just in a bad mood, it will be better later, right?

Minho felt the guilt the second he closed the door. He knew she was trying to help, but he wasn't doing well at all right now, he needed calm.

He needed to get a grip on his life right now before losing the poor rest of sanity he had.

He threw himself in his bed, wanting nothing more than to get swallowed by the world at this very moment.

He was embarrassed, ashamed, guilty, anything bad he could feel, he felt it.

He took his phone from the bedside table, seeing the amount of messages his friends left him

Bangchan (2)

'Did you leave?'

'Everything's ok?'

Changbin (1)

'Chan is looking for u'

Jisung (8)

He sighed, contemplating if he should read Jisung's messages or not.

Jisung

'Minho, where did you run?'

'Did you got home safely??'

'Tell me you're okay'

'I was just a bit shocked, I'm sorry'

'I'm not mad at you, I promise'

'Please answer'

'Let's talk about it, yeah?'

'You're worrying me'

He started crying again. He started spiraling in his thoughts, imaging the worst of his situation.

There was no fucking way he was going to confront Jisung when he almost kissed him without even asking for his approbation.

He fucked up

He fucked up their friendship and everything

Minho would now forever be Jisung's friend who tried to kiss him

Minho would never again be able to feel the insane warmth Jisung's presence brought him

He had to fuck up his relationship with the only person who had ever understand him.

For the rest of his day, he stayed closed in his room.

He didn't eat, didn't take his pills, refused anytime his mother wanted to talk to him, to bring him anything.

He wanted nothing more than to disappear completely.

"Minho" His mother called by the door

"Go away" He said, loud enough for her to hear

"Your friend is there" She said unsure. She was scared of what kind of reaction his son would have.

Minho sat up abruptly.

Friend? Chan is there? Why would he come?

He stood up and opened the door, seeing his mom there, looking panicked. But his heart nearly did a backflip when he saw Jisung beside her.

He stood frozen by the door. His mother left, deciding that maybe it was better if she left the two talk.

"Hey" Jisung said

Minho didn't answer, he jsut motioned for Jisung to enter his room and he sat down on his bed, Jisung following him.

They didn't talk for a moment. Minho was trying to grow balls and Jisung was looking around his room. It was a mess, things were scattered everywhere in his shelves and table, clothes were lying on the floor.

"I'm sorry" Minho said, his voice not above a whisper.

Jisung saw how broken his voice sounded. He also saw how dried tears were traced on his face. He felt his heart tightening. He turned to him.

"I already excused you, it's okay" Jisung said softly

Minho didn't answer. He thought that he didn't deserve Jisung's kindness.

"Min" Jisung called, and Minho looked at him

"Do you like me?" He asked

Minho panicked so much, as he tried hard to not show anything.

"No" He lied "I don't know why I did that" He added, this time truthfully

"It's okay, you were drunk, it was the heat of the moment, let's forget it" Jisung said as he gave him smile

"Yeah" Minho said as he lowered his head again

"Come on, stop sulking" Jisung said happily as he hugged the boy tightly.

Minho wasn't expecting it, but he immediately felt the warmth he was longing for.

"Have you told someone?" Minho asked, shame in each one of his word

"Nop, no one saw and I haven't told them, I knew you would feel embarrassed" Jisung comforted

He knows me so well

"I promise, it's our little secret" Jisung added jokingly

"Ugh" Minho said as he laid down, putting his hands on his face

"Can't believe you tried to kiss me" Jisung taunted and giggled

"Don't you say that we should forget it" Minho nagged as he pushed him slightly "Stop making fun of me"

Jisung laughed loudly this time and Minho couldn't stop staring at the beautiful sight.