Confusion || minsung

O7

Panting against the door of a dirty bathroom stall, Minho tried his best to calm down. Seeing Jisung walking with Christyn, laughing with her and getting flustered like he always did when he had a crush, had been too much for him to handle.

Given that he also hadn't been feeling good this morning, it wasn't a surprise when he felt sick enough to vomit all his breakfast in that toilet.

Changbin, who was with him when he had started running towards the bathroom, waited outside the door until Minho finally finished. He walked out, washed his mouth the best he could and tried to pretend that everything was okay.

"Feeling better?" asked the younger, rubbing Minho's back.

"No, I think I'm gonna go back to the dorms to rest." he splashed some water on his face and sighed, closing his eyes for a second when he felt himself getting dizzy.

"Minho, I think you should move on. Try going on dates with some other guys, something. There are more men in the world besides Jisung." Changbin said, and he meant it. He was tired of watching his friend suffer for a straight guy.

"This had nothing to do with Jisung, I've been feeling sick since this morning." the shorter didn't miss Minho's sudden defensive tone, but he decided against commenting about it.

"Okay, whatever you say. I'll drop you off at your dorm, let's go." he started walking towards the door, holding it open for Minho, who thanked him.

"You're gonna miss lunch. I can go there alone."

"And have you fainting midway or something? Hell no, I'm walking you home."

Minho knew that changing Changbin's stubborn ideas was almost impossible, so he gave up instantly and let his friend take care of him, secretly being infinitely greatful.

The walk to the dorms was silent and they had to actually stop a couple of times because Minho was becoming sick again. When they finally made it, Changbin made sure to tuck his friend in and wished for him to get better when he left.

Minho fell asleep shortly after, genuinely not feeling well at all, but got suddenly awakened by someone smacking the door of his dorm open. He didn't need to get up and check who it was, because Jisung made sure to rush next to him and feel his forehead for a fever that was very much there as soon as he smashed the door closed behind him.

"Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling okay?" he asked, and Minho was too tired to notice the sadnes lacing his voice.

"Didn't wanna bother you." it was the truth, Minho's intention wasn't to be Jisung's cockblocker.

"You don't fucking bother me! You're my best friend, for fuck's sake! Please, just stop ignoring me and talk to me, Minho!" Jisung instantly knew that was a discussion for another time just by seeing how red Minho's cheeks were, product of the nasty fever he had.

When his best friend didn't answer him, he made nursing him back to health his top priority, so he gave him medicine and sat next to him at all times, even when the older drifted back to sleep, Jisung never let go of his hand.

When it was dinner time, he called Seungmin and had him explain over the phone how to make easy porridge so he could eventually feed Minho, give him more medicine and put him back to sleep. He even stayed awake almost all night, so that if Minho got sick again— Changbin had told him how his best friend had thrown up that morning —he could be there to help him out.

Thankfully, Minho slept throughout the whole night like a big baby with Jisung running a hand through his hair and sighing.

He eventually ended up falling asleep next to his best friend too and only woke up to Minho shaking him, panicking because they were both going to be late for class.