Spotlight ☆ | minsung

☆15☆

Lee Minho had insomnia.

He had it since his mother's accident, at first because the memories of it reappeared every time he closed his eyes for too long, now because it had become another bad habit he couldn't control.

With time, the memories faded, but it was already too late to change his sleeping schedule back to normal. It was too much effort, too much energy he needed to use for doing so —energy he was already completely consuming on wining his father's approval back.

In the end, that problem never solved, so there he was now, eyes fixated on the ceiling of his dark room.

Two weeks had gone by since what happened at Jisung's and Hyunjin's place. Thoughts of Jisung flooded his mind every hour. It was weird but he got used to it pretty quickly, besides, it wasn't like he didn't love the warm feeling he got whenever his thoughts wandered to the brunette boy again.

He sighed for the millionth time that night, thinking that it would be easier to sleep if the puffy-cheeked boy were there with him, rubbing his back and patting his hair with that beautiful heart-shaped smile the boy's lips could form.

There hadn't been a time in his life when he had slept as good as he did in the younger's arms.

He missed Jisung, even if they still met every morning at the cafe or texted every afternoon after the brunette's classes. He missed him more that what he'd ever miss someone.

He blindly searched his nightstand with his hand for his phone, thinking that it would be nice to look at the messages he and Jisung had sent each other a while ago. When he found it, the light it gave was way to bright for Minho's eyes. He had to squint them and move the phone slightly away until he got used to it.

As soon as he started reading, a smile appeared on his rosy lips. The last texts were goodnight's and a fuzzy feeling settled on his chest just from rereading them. It felt nice.

He scrolled and scrolled until he reached to the frist conversation they'd had, rereading that one too. How had he been able to not ask for Jisung's number sooner? Ah, right, anxiety.

Suddenly, a new message popped up and Minho was surprised and happy to see it was from Jisung, rapidly swaying his thumb to go back to the last texts.

Two new messages were unread on the chat. Just a simple 'hey', 'can I call you?' from Jisung that was deleted within seconds. Minho thanked the heavens for being a fast reader, knowing that if he hadn't been he probably would have missed it.

He answered, texting how he had read the messages and how it was okay for Jisung to call him. It only took that for the calling screen with 'Ji🐹' written on it to pop up on the older's phone.

The red haired boy picked it up almost instantly, bringing his phone to his left ear and sitting up on his bed.

"Hi, Ji." he said with a warm voice. A smiled appeared on his lips but it vanished as quickly as it came once he heard a soft singffle from the other line. "Jisung? Are you okay?"

"I had a nightmare." whispered a shaky voice from the phone. It was so low that Minho could bearly hear it. He nodded in understandment even if the brunette couldn't see him.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" cautiously asked the older.

"Not on the phone. Can I come over?" asked Jisung, his voice still low and shaky.

"I'll go there, I don't want you walking alone at this hour." as soon as he finished he stood up and started walking towards his drawer with the intention of getting a sweater to throw over himself quickly.