SEQUEL TO HOLD ME
"it's only human."
those are words that stick in the minds of eight boys who have found themselves closer than ever because of a year spent at the same college.
minsung, seungin, changhyunlix... and chan :')
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all i want a simple answer. whose fault was it?
but it's such a mess now that i really can't tell. and i'm clearly not going to be able to figure it out while i'm still here, in this suffocating place, mulling over it alone. it's only getting more muddled the harder i try... and i suppose it's no wonder, because you can't think straight when you're suffocating.
so... even if it really was all me being dramatic and playing for attention, even if i brought it all on myself for sympathy— even if i don't deserve to be happy now, still... maybe i can just go.
...well that's what i would've thought, until jisung got to me.
A steady thump filled Minho's ears as he woke this morning— Jisung's heartbeat. He woke to Jisung's hands in his hair; Jisung's body wrapped around his. So he kept his eyes closed a little longer; his cheek pressed against Jisung's chest. Warm and serene.
It wasn't until Jisung's hand went still, no longer carding through thick, dark hair, that he peeled tired eyes open. Drowsily tilting his head up, Minho met Jisung's half-lidded eyes... and suddenly the touch of the fingertips on his back felt like flames. Pulsing with heat.
Minho began to slowly pull away, rising to a sitting position. Something was off. Something was different. But was it bad? ...No? Probably?
Jisung propped himself up on an elbow, bedhead on full display as he took a good look at Minho— one that felt weighty. "Morning," he began, voice surprisingly deep and throaty. "Feel okay?"
Minho shrugged, his eyes falling down to the bedsheets (though not without taking a pit stop at the patch of exposed skin where Jisung's shirt had twisted and ridden up as he moved). "Alright, I guess." How would he know? He felt ransacked with emotions leftover from last night (and perhaps some that were added on just now, this morning) to the point that he couldn't seem to identify any of them. Really, the only thing he knew for sure was that his heart was thumping with unusual fervor for about nine-thirty in the morning.
"Do you want help today?" Jisung yawned, starting to sink back into his pillow.
That had two meanings. Jisung was asking if Minho would like help packing and moving, but he was also asking if Minho would like to have him there for emotional support. Because... yeah. Somehow. Jisung convinced him.
Last night they had moved from the porch swing to the bed after Jisung had dropped that bomb of a suggestion on Minho. Thinking about it again now, Minho could feel the fear strike his heart like lightning. The same fear that had ushered in refusal the very moment Jisung had said "I think you should talk to your family."
