Forget Me Not || Minsung

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TRIP TO USA, NYC
Time until destination: 8 hours

"Jisung, are you high?"

The said guy turned around from his airplane seat to give Jeongin a look.

"No, I'm a natural." He reached out to pinch his cheek like a granny and gently tapped-slapped it. His ass got back to his seat to start aching again.

Their plane took off 30 minutes ago and Jisung was already bored. What made it worse was that he was forced to sit next to Minho. He hated that when the plane was taking off he didn't move his hand away when Minho gripped on it out of fear. Something was telling him it's the right thing to do.

"How long is this going to take??" Jisung whined and let out a weird animal sound. Luckily their first class didn't have many people there other than their staff and those people were already used to Jisung.

"My ass hurts," he added and shifted in his seat for the 143rd time. All of a sudden an object fell on his lap, with a hit to his shoulder on the way from behind his seat. "Ow?" Jisung took the bottle and recognized it as a cream of some sorts.

"Use this," said Chan.

Jisung raised his brow. "For my ass?"

"The f- no. For your forehead."

"Ooh." Jisung looked back to check the cream label. He remembered his doctor talking about a cream after his stitches were taken out. He didn't pay much attention because he knew Chan was listening. He's like a mom, remembering all the medical information doctors say.

With a nod Jisung pulled off his beanie and went to pull out a make-up mirror to see where he's applying it. To his luck, the mirror got stuck in-between his computer wire and wire earphones that it took too much effort to untangle them.

With a groan he leaned back in his seat and let go of the cream bottle, letting it roll off his lap and fall into the backpack, making a bigger mess inside it.

What he didn't expect was for Minho to reach out and take the cream in his hands. The older has been listening to music all the way from the hotel to the airport so it was unexpected to see him react to the outside world.

"Turn to me. I'll apply it," Minho said and opened the bottle's cap with a pop.

Jisung crossed his arms. "What? No way."

Minho's eyes rolled. "Don't be a baby. It has to be applied and you can't do it yourself. Come closer." He moved closer but Jisung leaned away with a glare.

"I'll ask Chan-"

"He's busy talking with his boyfriend. Stop it and let me apply the cream."

Jisung gave up, knowing the cream was important for his scar to be less visible. It wasn't that bad now but he wanted it to be even less seen. Memories would get worried if they saw it.

He leaned close to Minho, as little as possible for it to be close enough. But Minho clicked his tongue at his actions and pulled Jisung by his jacket collar, moving him so close their faces were inches apart.

"Minho, what the fuck?" Jisung tried pulling back but the hand on his shirt held him firmly in place.

"What's wrong?" Minho tilted his head, obviously faking his confusion and making Jisung annoyed.

"Just- apply the stupid cream already," Jisung sighed and closed his eyes, not managing to look at the man in front of him for being so close.

With a low hum Minho examined the boy's face for a split second until he remembered the task at hand. A little squeeze from the bottle and a blue substance came out. It was slightly cold so he rubbed it with his fingers until it mixed with his body temperature and only then touched Jisung's forehead with it, thoroughly applying the cream on the fresh scar.