Coffee & Tea || minsung

10

⚠️TW Abuse/sh⚠️

"Want me to drive you home?" Chan asked as Jisung exited the bathroom. He was holding back tears.

Everyone had woken up completely and was talking amongst each other.

"Minho told us to stay." Jisung wiped his face a little trying to get the sad sensation to leave. He couldn't go back home. Only Felix knew that.

"Right."

Jisungs phone vibrated a couple times. He ignored it. He knew who it was. His ex. His ex would text him a lot. It was like he wanted Jisung to be jealous and for some reason Jisung didn't have the courage to block him. Something inside wouldn't let him.

"Are you gonna check your phone?" Felix pointed at it about to swipe it from Jisung.

"No!" He swiped his phone stuffing it in his pocket. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Felix turned back to Hyunjin and Seungmin.

What the fuck is wrong with you Jisung. You're being so rude. He's your best friend. What if he hates you now?!

Jisung slowly lowered his head to the coffee table lightly hitting it. He let out an aggravated groan. Why wouldn't the thoughts just stop.

"You wanna talk?" Chans hand rested on Jisungs shoulder as he began to massage it. Chan was truely the best father. Well best father figure.

You can do it. Ask for help.

"Nope. I'm fine!" Another fake smile plastered across his cute face. Chan gave him one last squeeze and went back to taking care of Jeongin.

Jisung sat in silence. How were the people around him so happy. Were they not thinking things like him. Were they high? If so Jisung wanted what ever they were on, maybe it would make his problems disappear too.

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The door clicked open and in walked a sweaty Minho. By the time he got back to Chans Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin had left. Felix insisted they head home but Jisung made him stay.

"Who let Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin leave?" Minho set his keys on the counter and closed the door softly.

"They were sober." Chan Holard. him and Jeongin were cuddled on the couch watching movies.

Jisung sat at the kitchen island with Felix who was yapping about how he would live in a zombie apocalypse. Jisung just powers through. He didn't want Felix to make them leave.

When Jisung looked up at Minho they met eyes. Minhos hair was damp and his skin shined. Usually Jisung would find sweat repulsing he hated sweat but it looked good on Minho. Was there something he couldn't pull off?

"So of course I would survive- are you even listening!?" Felix smacked Jisung.

"Yes! Yes!"

"Looks like I have to explain it all again..." Felix sighed and prepared his rant again.

"Let me help. You would die within the first 5 minutes." Chan yelled a bit annoyed by how long Felix had been hammering Jisung with useless knowledge.

"Hey! You're so wrong! Jeongin move!" Felix jumped off of the barstool and made his way over to Chan. His fist hovered in the air like he was gonna punch him.

"You alright?" Minho lightly guided Jisungs jaw to face him. His fingers were as smooth as silk. Eventually (sadly) he let go.

Minhos confused face was cute-

"Hello?" He waved his hand infront of Jisungs face.

"Yeah! Just peachy!" Jisung gritted his teeth after hearing himself. Slowly he sighed and lowered his forehead in his palm.