fake love | minsung

6

It was awkward. And quiet.
Jisung had no idea if he was dreaming. He was pretty sure that he had just woken up from a nap so perhaps it wasn't a dream after all. He knew what had happened and he knew where he was so he just quietly lay there, in Minho's bed, looking up at the latter, unfazed by the eye contact they were heaving for some seconds now.
They were still brown.

"Feeling any better?"

Minho shifted in his chair, Jisung wasn't sure if the older was feeling uneasy or merely trying to get more comfortable.
It was probably all instinct, that Jisung wanted to insult or even punch the guy but he was still too weak and shaken up, plus Minho had helped him. So he really had no reason to be a brat towards him, not at that moment.

Jisung nodded silently, not trusting his voice yet. He was feeling better. After Minho had taken him to his apartment and the nosebleed had stopped, he had let him sleep for a while. He was surprised, to say the least. Minho was the last person he had expected to help him. If Jisung were to imagine himself getting beaten up and Minho passing by, he'd think the older would just pretend he didn't see him at all.

Yet there he was, laying in Minho's bed while the latter had probably been awake all the while. Maybe he wasn't that bad after all, he actually helped people.

The black-haired boy finally got up from his seat and walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and motioning for Jisung to sit up. The younger silently complied and sat up, a faint pain returning to his head. He turned his head to face Minho who lifted his hand and lightly tapped Jisung's nose.

"Does that hurt?" He asked, hand moving to Jisung's chin as he seemed to examine his nose.
"A little." The brunet admitted, his eyes landing on Minho's that were focused on his nose. He noticed how awfully close their faces were but he didn't flinch, he decided to let Minho do whatever he was doing.
"Can you breathe?" was the next question the older asked, making Jisung chuckle dryly.

"Yeah. What are you, a doctor?"

Jisung noticed the stupidity of his question as soon as it had left his mouth and Minho's subtle sigh only confirmed it.
"Aiming to be." He said calmly, finally finishing examining Jisung's nose and moving his eyes up to the younger's.
"Doesn't seem broken."

Jisung didn't know what to say in response. He was glad his nose wasn't broken, but the way Minho kept looking right into his eyes was making him feel weird. Was he using his power-thing? No, they were brown. Minho's eyes have been brown since he had brought him here. Then why was Jisung getting this funny feeling?

"What about your head? You still remember everything? Feeling nauseous?" Minho broke the silence, obviously unaffected by the previous silence that Jisung would have surely labeled as awkward.

"I'm good. I wish I didn't remember, but I'm good, my head just hurts a little still." The brunet replied, internally, however, questioning himself if he was actually alright because he still couldn't figure out how the guy that had annoyed him the past few days was now treating him.

"Good. That's good."

Now Jisung was sure that Minho would also consider the silence between them awkward.
It wasn't that they were trying to avoid eye contact or awkwardly clear their throats, but them staring at each other just like that might have been the main source of that awkwardness.

"Thanks."

It was something Jisung probably should've said sooner but he hadn't thought of it until now. He was actually thankful to Minho, he thought he was lucky even, to have had Minho walk by and find him. Who knows how long he would've sat there if it hadn't been for Minho?
The older didn't respond and only got up from the bed.
"Where's your apartment?"

Jisung watched Minho put on his black leather jacket and look at him with an impatient expression.

"It's in the dorm building behind the medical faculty." He replied, quickly getting up and for the first time looking around Minho's room. It wasn't that big, but Jisung couldn't really judge because at least it wasn't connected to his kitchen. Minho seemed to have an actual apartment, not one of the student one's that Jisung lived in. It wasn't that big but it looked much nicer and probably was a lot more convenient to live in.

"Cool, that's not far. Let's go." Minho motioned towards the door with his head, sliding into his sneakers. Jisung needed a few seconds to process until he realized that Minho was planning on walking him home. He quickly followed Minho into the hallway and crouched down to put on his shoes, Minho patiently waiting for him at the door.

Jisung felt a little embarrassed to have Minho walk him home. Firstly, because he would probably be taking time from Minho's sleeping schedule, and secondly because he wasn't a little kid who needed some sort of protection or anything.

"So, basically, you're not scared of getting beaten up?" Jisung spoke up after a while of quietly walking next to Minho. The latter let out a breathy laugh.
"Is that a serious question?" He turned to look at Jisung who did the same, only to be met with a flash of purple. It was barely a second, but Jisung saw it, glad that he didn't feel it.

"Right. Yeah, lucky you." The brunet mumbled, averting his eyes to the ground in front of him.
"Wouldn't call it lucky," Minho responded, gaze also fixed downward. Jisung was about to dig further and ask why, but Minho beat him to it by coming to a halt and nodding to what was in front of him.
"You live here?"

Jisung nodded when he saw the familiar tall building he lived in, disregarding the questions that arose in his mind. He hadn't even realized what short of a walk it was from Minho's house to his.

"Get well, dude." was everything Minho said before turning on his heels and heading off to where they had come from.

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