Moving on - Minsung

8.

Still, Jisung couldn't just magically stop worrying. Especially, when he stepped out of Minho's room. Minho reassured him that he really shouldn't worry, because there are his rules, and his rules are saint and unbreakable.

But when Jisung saw a man turning around the corner, and that man being at least two heads taller, 3 times broader, he was not so sure how long Minho's rules would last. Because some rules would never stop a man looking like that, not that he was judging, but you know.. first impressions are significant.

That guy must have been in his forties, someone you would avoid as far as possible.. His eyes were dark, his face had numerous cuts, he had stubble, his mouth was dry and chapped. Jisung shivered when he passed him, his stomach tightening.

A thought, that he shouldn't have left Minho alone with a man like that, crossed his mind. Yet, he didn't. Minho told him he could ask for security if needed.

A part of Jisung strangely felt relaxed, and somewhat dreamy. Minho was once again a good decision to visit. But what bugged him, was the unsettling feeling he had about the man he encountered in the corridor.

'Minho surely knows who that was, and if he was dangerous, he could kick him out anytime.' - that's how he calmed his racing mind. He hated that he overthought everything. 'Minho could be fine, he is strong, independent, there's no way he was someone who would let something like this happen.. yeah.' - He repeated the same sentences in his mind as he got on the bus, plugging in his ears to keep his mind silenced. That's why Jisung loved music, it was a part of him. It was Jisung's support on days where he felt the lowest, where he didn't want to or couldn't turn to others, where he preferred the company of tunes instead of a therapist or a friend.. he could forget about his problems when music was playing, no matter what kind, he could always relax to anything.. and when it was all too much, he could just write it down, maybe playing with the strums of his guitar in case he could create a nice instrumental for his lyrics. Sometimes he was successful, other times, he just kept the lyrics. Because it was part of him.

Music could help him express himself. No matter what he felt, he could just let it out. And music was his companion even now, on his way home.

When he got home, Hyunjin was asleep on the couch. When Jisung took notice of that, he tiptoed closer and leaned down to Hyunjin's face. He waved his hand in front of his face to see if he was really asleep, then fished out his Iphone from his pocket. He snapped some photos of him, and he was kind enough to bring him a blanket after that. He contemplated drawing something on his face or spraying whipped cream on his nose, but he figured he would do that another time. He didn't know if Hyunjin was okay or not, and he didn't want to repeat the last time he was like that.

A few months ago, Jisung was in the same situation, but he didn't think twice about the whipped cream thing. After he sprayed the cream in his hand, which faced upwards, he started tingling Hyunjins nose. The reaction was nearly immediate, Hyunjin's eyes twitched but he didn't wake up. He subconsciously raised his hand to rub his nose, smearing whipped cream all over. He woke up to that, and turns out, he had a shitty day, spilling coffee on himself and failing an assignment he worked on for several nights, so he burst out sobbing after the whipped cream was smeared all over his face, some getting into his hair.

Anyway, Jisung didn't do such a thing again, only if he knew for sure that Hyunjin had a decent day.

He continued his way into his room, where he put his things down, letting himself fall on the matress afterward. He had his phone in his hand, but at first, he just stared at the ceiling. Should he.. text Minho? He doesn't want to come off as clingy.. but.. he can't help but wonder how is he after that guy. He might be delusional and.. weird, but Jisung was sure he was better than that guy.. and anyone actually. Minho is too precious, and yet, no one gave him aftercare, until now.. it was honestly sad, and he couldn't help but think about Minho. He cared too much in such a short time.

"Ah fuck it.." - he knew he wouldn't go to sleep until he texted the older.

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Hey..
It's me again
Jisung

His fingers lingered above the keyboard
Fuck.. what should he even say? He stared at the wall for a few seconds, rephrasing the same questions; how are you?; what happened, how are you after that man?, are you okay?, is everything all right?

He couldn't choose, and it started to get on his nerves. It all seemed so weird. He chewed on his bottom lip, as he shut his eyes to concentrate. He can't just delete his messages, that would be weirder. He sighed, but his breath hitched when he heard a strangely familiar sound.

*ding*

His eyes shot open, his head snapping to look at the screen, widened eyes searching for the new notification.

Minho texted him.

Fuck

The chat was still open.

And that means... Minho had seen his message, and.. Jisung had now seen his too.

Fuck fuck fuck

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Hi Jisung
What's up?
Are you that eager
to see me again? 😉

Oh..
no that's not why
I texted you..
I just wanted to ask
How are you after today

Oh

Sorry, I didn't want
to come off as weird

No no,
It's more than okay
I just didn't think
you'd ask that
But, to answer your
question, I'm tired

Well, that's understandable
I will leave you to rest,
I just wanted to know
That you are okay

I'm okay,
as I said you
don't need to
worry about me

'I know but that man seemed hella creepy..' - he wanted to write, but decided he was not that close with Minho..

Okay..
Good night Minho

Good night Jisung

Thank you for
checking up on me

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