𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐗 || [𝑴𝒊𝒏𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈]

Chapter 8- Pang

Minho walked into his dorm wearily,
he'd left the keys with Felix who was supposed to check in on him later at night to finish their assignment, slung his bag carelessly onto a stand and kicked his shoes off. It'd been a long day. He'd thought majoring in dance would be easy but it was harder than expected. Keeping up with all his classmates may not have been that tough, but he felt held back lately.

Minho melted onto the couch. There was no sign of anyone else being in the dorm. "The new roommate must be dead.", he thought. Minho wanted to sleep. The cool air drifting in through the window caressed his brain and kissed his mind. He felt at ease, and then the thought of Jisung returned.

He hated this, how did the little boy have the idea to disappear? He felt angry at him, but knew it wasn't his fault. It was Minho's fault. It was all Minho's fault. He grumbled in his dreary state, he wanted to rip himself apart. How had he been so heartless? If only he could-

And the door suddenly creaked open.
Footsteps weighed in. Heavy. Like dumbbells dropping on wood.
Minho watched closely with his eyes half closed, he wanted to observe his new dormmate.
As soon as Minho had the liberty to blink, the other had disappeared into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him with a click.

"Aw man", Minho sighed.
He once again tried to sleep. Shut his eyes tight. Then the bathroom door suddenly slid open. A bare foot stepped out.

Minho's half shut eyes followed the foot to its origins, the thick flesh that hung to its owners well toned thighs. The guy had a towel wrapped around his waist , holding onto its waistband with one hand and brushing his hair with the other.

Minho's view of his face was obstructed by the table in front of him. But the little he could see was quite a sight.
His toned stomach lay on his cute short frame like an illusion. The water dripped off each detail, letting Minho take it all in, as the drops highlighted the crests and troughs on the other's body. His shoulders were toned and broad, and his arms had a nice amount of bulk in them.

Minho couldn't help but notice the best part, his tiny waist. He wanted to grab it. To slow dance with his hands around it. Minho felt a slight pang of worry originate in the back of his head. He tried to brush it away.

Had he been staring too long? H-he couldn't possibly have been... attracted? But-but this was a guy?! The pain at the back of his head grew at an alarming pace.
"What... Ugh...",he groaned softly, the pain was enveloping his whole brain.

It was this moment that the boy's face came into view.
His jaw hit the floor.

The pain got worse.

And the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness

Was the most familiar face

Of Han Jisung.