Moving on - Minsung

10.

Waking up, Jisung's first thought was Minho. Minho and last night. He got up early in the morning, it was 8:35 according to his phone. He would usually huff and let himself fall back into the warm cushions and doze off again, but today was different.

When he stepped outside, he was met with Minho, who was still sleeping soundly on the sofa, in the same exact position Jisung had left him. He was snoring, but that was it. The younger glanced at the coffee table, and when he registered that it was indeed empty, he made his way to the kitchen. There, he found a note from Hyunjin, like he usually did, saying that he had to rush to his lesson adding that he would be back in a few hours. This was how their mornings usually started, sometimes Hyunjin arrived before Jisung got up. Yet again, today was different. Different because Minho was sleeping outside, and different because Jisung felt the oh-familiar need to take care of someone. He rummaged through the cabinets until he found a pack of aspirin, and he grabbed a glass, filling it with water before wandering back to Minho. He set down everything on the table, his eyes resting on him for a few seconds longer than he had originally intended. He noticed how the purple colour faded, yet it still suited him. Lee Minho was perfect in all ways..

He wanted to make sure Minho wouldn't wake up feeling like he was neglected or unwanted, especially after having a rough night. Jisung would've made him hungover soup, but sadly his culinary skills weren't something to show off with. Plus he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the older.

The younger went on to take a shower, then he settled down in his room, grabbing his notebook and a random pencil, suddenly feeling inspired. Half an hour later, he was already strumming the guitar, trying to find a tune that resembled the one that was in his mind.

He didn't notice the figure located at the door, too engrossed in his music, only when he heard knocking on the already opened door.

His head snapped up, eyes widening scarcely from seeing Minho standing in the doorway. He was frozen for a few seconds, hand hanging in the air above the string, eyes stuck on the purple-haired guy. After eyeing the guy for a few seconds, which felt like hours, he quickly composed himself and put his guitar on the bed beside himself. He hopped up, hurrying over to his guest.

"Minho- good morning" 

"Morning." - The older muttered sleepily while rubbing his eyes.

"Did you take the pill?" -  inquired Jisung, not wanting to coo at the sleepy face that was too close yet too far away from him.

"Yeah, thank you, and- thank you for letting me stay over.. I'm sorry for barging in last night.." - he kept his head low, his voice laced with shame to which Jisung just frowned.

"Don't worry about it, say, are you hungry?"

"Uh, I wouldn't mind eating something small.. only if that's okay.." - A small smile from Minho was enough to lure back Jisung's smile too.

"Of course" - Jisung hopped up, skipping towards the door - "Come, tell me what you would like- Well- something easy because I cannot cook for the life of me" - he spluttered, pulling Minho after him by grabbing his hand. It was warm and smooth, just like their last time together.

In the end, Jisung made an omelet for Minho, who sat silently at the table. Jisung turned off the stove, putting the freshly cooked food on a plate, and handing it to Minho.

"Would you like a coffee?"

"Yeah.. thank you." - Minho said, his voice sounding tired and empty. The aftereffects of yesterday must have come crashing down on him.. or at least that's what Jisung suspected.

Jisung's eyes lingered on him for a moment, before he turned and brewed coffee for his guest. He then sat down in front of Minho.

"Do you want to talk about it?" - Jisung suggested, trying to sound reassuring at the same time. He could see how much this, whatever happened, affected Minho. He didn't want him to bottle up everything like he himself usually did.. He would've appreciated it if someone had asked him to share his feelings back in the days..