What Time Forgot | Minsung

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Minho opened his eyes to darkness around him.

It surrounded his eyes and he blinked a few times to adjust to it as he looked around.

Slowly, he sat up and used his arms to move. Pain flew through his left arm and that's when he remembered. He remembered the pain of getting shot all over again and it freaked him out a little.

Minho was much more sober now and lying shirtless in his room. Even sober, he didn't regret his decision to switch sides of this war. In fact he was angry and ready to fight for the side he was now on.

Minho looked over, seeing Jisung asleep next to him. His soft face hard to see in the dark but he could see the messy brown hair on his head.

"You're awake," Jisung whispered with his eyes still closed. He had been there awake listening to what the voices in his head were telling him to do.

"Yeah," Minho whispered back and laid down beside Jisung again.

"How do you feel?" The other asked, both of them keeping their voices to a whisper to avoid waking anyone else up.

Minho pulled the blankets further over him as he looked at Jisung who only peeked open an eye to look at him.

"My arm is achy," Minho replied.

Jisung reached forwards and pulled Minho closer by the waist. Their bodies were flush against each other and Minho blushed a little.

"You're so tense." Jisung sighed out and held Minho even closer, touching the other's bare skin on his back with his fingertips.

"Sorry," Minho said and allowed his body to relax a bit into Jisung's hold.

"Your arm will hurt for a while but Chan cleaned it really well so it should heal nicely if you don't let it get infected," Jisung explained softly.

"Okay," Minho whispered as he gently reached a hand up and brushed Jisung's hair away from his forehead to look at the scar there. After a moment, he ran his fingers along it as he traced the uneven, white, and purple skin that was once a deep gash. He got to the end and ran his hand gently through jisungs hair to rest it at the back of his neck.

The action caused butterflies to flutter wildly in Jisung's stomach. Though he would never admit it outright, the touch was everything. The hands on the back of his neck only seemed to further reaction as the hairs there raised slightly at the touches from Minhos soft fingertips. His touches were gentle. In the way that Jisung could only describe as a innocent gazelle wandering into a lion's territory.

Where the only way out was death.

"Sorry I passed out," Minho whispered after a moment of shared silence.

Jisung opened his eyes fully to look at Minho.

"Don't be sorry," he said with a soft smile, "you lasted longer than I did honestly,"

"Really?"

"Yeah.. it took me like twenty seconds before I was on the ground bleeding from two places," jisung laughed a bit and kept drawing little circles on Minhos back. It brought chills up his spine and made him shiver.

"Oh.." was all Minho replied as he shifted his body impossibly closer to jisungs. The younger smirked a bit and trailed his fingertips from the top of Minhos spine to the bottom of it.

"You like when I touch you like this?" Jisung asked softly when he watched Minho shiver again and let out a soft breath.

"Yeah.." Minho answered with a gentle nod "a lot,"