athlete and the uni student | minsung

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minho flopped on jisung's clean bed after he finished up cleaning. it felt great to clean up his boyfriend's room. he hoped that jisung would be happy with the product too. he stood up, leaving the room and spotting the other two.

"do you guys want to come see? it's clean."

the two nodded vigorously, following minho into jisung's room. the two's jaws dropped, and minho's heart fell through his ass.

"what? what's wrong? is it bad? did i touch something i shouldn't have? did-" chan shook his head. "no, no, just- it's never been so clean. i can breathe in here and not smell sweat. holy shit, minho! can you clean mine, too?"

minho blushed as the two showered him in compliments, and minho heard the front door to the dorm open. "i'm back! have you two seen minho? i can't reach- oh." jisung stopped as he saw minho, breaking out into a wide smile.

"min!" he rushed over to him, picking him up by his waist and hugging him tightly. "woah!" minho wrapped his legs around jisung's waist to keep him from falling, laughing into his neck as jisung kissed his cheek.

"what are you doing here?"

chan smirked. "we cleaned. minho cleaned your room." jisung's eyes widened. "you cleaned up my room? minho, damn, you're alive?" minho giggled, before nodding. "do you want to go see?"

"hell yes, i want to go see!" jisung carried minho to his bedroom, opening the door and minho watched his reaction. jisung's eyes were wide, not even recognizing the room based on how clean it was.

"was my room always this large? and- what the fuck? it smells like you in here!" jisung's smile widened at the smell, and minho blushed. "i, uh- had to get rid of the smell so i sprayed my perfume. i hope that's okay." he murmured into jisung's neck, still hugging him tight.

"of course it's okay! you should spray it all the time. it smells so good in here! you did so amazing!"

minho was hesitant to tell him, but jisung would notice. "i, uh- i-" he pressed his lips together, and jisung tilted his head. "i organized your clothes." he whispered, almost afraid of jisung's reaction.

jisung set minho down so he could go look and opened his closet to see his clothes color coordinated, and his jerseys all in one spot, his bag was organized, his jeans all folded in one shelf, and his hoodies hung by how much jisung likes them.

"minho, you're fucking insane! holy shit, thank you so much! i can actually find my stuff now!"

minho let out a heavy breath, before jisung hugged him again. "did you think i would be mad? i could never. thank you, so much."

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minho rubbed his eyes, having been sat at his desk for 6 hours working on his essays. it was nearing 6 am, and felix would be waking up soon for class. jisung would be leaving for practice in an hour.

he shut his phone off for the time he had been working, and knew he had many messages. felix informed jisung that minho would be busy working, and that minho focused purely on his studies when he had a lot of homework.

minho missed him. he had a horrible migraine, his fainting was all over the place, and he hadn't slept at all. felix opened the door, peeking his head in. "min, you're still working?" minho grumbled in annoyance, and felix sighed.

"have you slept at all?"

minho shook his head and felix went over to his desk. he saved minho's document, shutting off the laptop. "get some rest, and then you can work again." minho sleepily stood up, before instantly sitting back down.

"i can't sleep without ji, it just- doesn't happen. but he's not even awake right now, and i'll just be bothering him-"

"minho. it isn't good for you. especially not with your condition. you're straining your body. i don't give a single fuck if jisung is sleeping right now. if he loves you, he'll come to you."

minho blushed, eyes wide. "love? no- he- he doesn't love me, lix." felix rolled his eyes, taking out his phone. he dialed jisung's number and put it on speaker.

jisung's sleepy voice came through the speaker after 2 rings. "hello..?" he murmured, and minho's heart melted. minho's head hit the table with a harsh sound, making jisung speak up.

"what was that? are you okay?"

"just minho fainting." felix put a sweater under minho's forehead, and heard a gasp. "minho? why is he even awake right now?" 

"he stayed up working on his essays. he always does this. trying to get the perfect grade for his perfect dumb ass fucking parents." felix let it slip, and instantly regretted it. "is it possible for you to come here and help him? i have to leave for class in like 10 minutes, and he's just not doing good at all."

"yeah, yeah, i'll text my coach that i can't make it into practice. it's just a meeting today anyway. i'll be there in 10."

and jisung was here.

ten minutes later.

felix opened the door, and jisung rubbed his eyes. "sorry to wake you, ji. but i don't want him alone. he's in his room, and if he starts whining, whatever you do, do not let him do his work."

felix left after telling jisung about the situation, and jisung locked the door behind him, before going into minho's room. he found him half-asleep on the desk, clearly out of it. "hey, baby."

minho lifted his head, sleepy eyes gazing at jisung. "jisungie.?" he murmured, seeing jisung nod. "i'm here, min. let's get you into bed." jisung closed minho's textbooks, and minho shook his head. 

"no, i- i have to work, ji-"

jisung shushed him gently, kissing his forehead. "none of that, min. we're going to nap for a while." just then, jisung realized that he'd never slept in minho's room. he smiled gently, holding the bottom of minho's thighs and hoisting his limp body up. 

he walked over to the bed, pulling back the covers and carefully laying minho's down. he got in bed next to minho, realizing he would have to sleep over more. all he could smell was minho's perfume now. it was fantastic.

minho curled into jisung's chest, instantly knocking out.