Hate me. (Minsung)

//137//

the next morning trudged forward despite any events of the previous night.

the sun peeked through the blinds like it always did, the birds perched on the same branch began singing loudly like they always did, the morning started regardless of what happened.

minho made sure to wake up first despite going to sleep last. he forced himself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen when he was sure he had enough time before jisung woke up.

he was a little hazy at first but he slowly began to properly wake up as he started to cook.

he didn't know what jisung wanted to eat today, but he figured it didn't matter. as long as he ate something. he was probably hungry.

he made oatmeal because he remember jisung once complaining that he hadn't had oatmeal in a long while.

it wasn't hard, so minho figured it was a good option.

the sweet smell started to sway in the room, quickly followed by the smell of strawberries warming up in the oatmeal.

minho sprinkled some blueberries in there too because lord knows the last time jisung ate fruit.

after the two bowls were done minho came to the realization that he might honestly be too tired to eat at all. so he left his bowl on the counter and went to wake jisung up.

this was always a demanding process.

jisung was a deep sleeper. the deepest sleeper minho had ever met in his entire life.

he could sleep through a zombie apocalypse. he could sleep through entire movies on full volume and not wake up until someone dragged him out of bed.

it was something minho didn't mind, but he always found it incredible how he could sleep anywhere without any problem whatsoever.

he sighs as he walks over to the bundle of blankets on his bed.

he walks to the side where jisung was asleep, nudging him lightly with his hand. "i made food." he says when jisung whines and pulls the blanket over his head.

minho only pulls the blanket down to expose more of jisung to the chilled air. he watches as the blonde shivers and turns over on his side, grabbing the blanket again.

"don't make me pick you up." he warns to ears that were not listening. "i have a bad back." he says as he pulls the blankets off completely and tosses it to the empty side of the bed.

jisung blatantly ignores him, beginning to get back to snoring before minho grabs him and moves him to the edge of the bed.

he picks him up and that's when jisung makes a noise and lifts his head up. "why??" he whines. before he knew it he was placed into a chair.

"eat your damn breakfast." minho says, sitting down in the chair next to him.

the blonde actually opens his eyes and looks down at the bowl. he blinks his squinted eyes that are busy adjusting to the light.

they were sore.

his head throbbed a little and he could physically feel the puffiness of his face. the crying last night was torture to his body so much that he was feeling the aftermath of it.

his body was exhausted, he could instantly feel it. it felt like a weight, his body was suddenly ten times it's weight and his shoulders were hurting.

his spine begged to be cracked and free from tension, and his throat felt dry and beaten. his skin stung from the scratches still, and one side of his face hurt more than the other.