Just Sex - Minsung

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A few weeks had gone by since Minho and Jisung agreed to be friends with benefits. Normal days for them consisted of waking up, making out, going to school, coming home, fucking, hanging out with their friends, fucking again, sleep, and repeat. Even though their past sometimes made it hard to get along, the sex was good, that's what made everything worthwhile.

School is over for the day, but Jisung didn't go since he wasn't feeling well. He stayed up last night and threw up a few times, which seriously grossed Minho out and he left the room.

But now that the day is over, Minho let his guilt take over. He felt bad for leaving Jisung like that when he was sick and couldn't control what was happening. He decided to stop at a convenience store to grab something for Jisung to eat, knowing it's likely Jisung hadn't left his bed all day. He chose some weird soup with a name he can't figure out because he remembers every little detail about Jisung, and the younger loved this soup when they were young.

Minho finally arrived at the dorm, wanting to lay down and take a nap but reminding himself that he was to take care of Jisung.

He unlocked the door, the sound of a toilet flushing echoing the room.

"Jisung?" Minho called out while he closed the door behind him.

"Y-Yea?" Jisung answered from their shared bedroom. Minho followed the voice and entered the room, watching Jisung climb back into bed.

"I brought that soup you used to like." He says, leaning against the door frame. "Back when we were kids."

"Menudo? You remembered?" Jisung smiled.

"Uhm.. well I just- uh.." Minho stuttered.

"Thanks." Jisung said. Minho smiled.

"I'll go make you a bowl." Minho offered.

"I'll come with you." Jisung tried to offer, but was quickly denied.

Minho left to the kitchen and began to make Jisung his soup while the younger laid in his bed, overthinking. But, for some reason, he was grateful for it this time.

'He remembered? After all the years of us hating each other's guts? I've spent that last 3 years trying to forget he exists, but meanwhile he was busy remembering what my favorite soup was..' Jisung thought. 'Odd..'

"It's done." Minho said, reentering the bedroom with a steaming cup of soup.

"Thank you." Jisung mumbled, allowing Minho to place the cup on his nightstand that was currently covered in used tissues.

"I'm.. uhm.." Minho started to speak but trailed off.

"What?" Jisung asked, blowing on the hot soup.

"I'm sorry that I left you alone. I should've stayed and made sure you were okay but I put myself over you and for some reason I feel guilty even though I keep telling myself I don't care about you but I can tell that I do." Minho ranted. Jisung blinked quickly, processing what Minho had admitted to him.

"You don't have to feel guilty for leaving me. It's gross when someone throws up." Jisung said.

"But I am." Minho said. "I don't want to care about you anymore but I do, and I don't know what to do about it."

"I don't- I don't know either." Jisung shrugged, finally taking a sip of his soup.

"What I'm saying is I'm scared to start caring about you again because I don't want to shut you out again!" Minho shouted. Jisung looked into Minho's eyes, startled by his words. "I was scared of myself then and I am now."

Jisung sat on his bed, shocked. This whole time he thought Minho had never cared. He had just faked their whole childhood friendship to hurt him. But what really happened, was Minho is scared of himself. He's scared to hurt people so he shuts them out.

"I don't want to hurt you." Minho finally let his tears fall down his face, letting go of everything he has been holding in his head for 9 years. It hurt Jisung to watch Minho stand there, bawling his eyes out. He stood from his bed and walked to Minho, wrapping his arms around the elder tightly. He let Minho cry for a bit before he began feeling nauseous again and released him from his arms.

"I-I'm s-so sorry.." Minho sobbed.

"G-Give me one second." Jisung said, running out of their bedroom to the bathroom and locking the door. He came out a few minutes later and Minho had curled up in a ball and leaned against the door.

"Oh, Min.." Jisung mumbled. He was not expecting today to turn out like this, but to be honest, he liked it. Minho was being completely open with him about how he feels, something Jisung can bet he doesn't do often.

"Please, don't cry." Jisung said. Minho looked at him with teary eyes and wet cheeks, his eyes red and cheeks pink.

"B-But.." Minho stuttered.

"No. No more crying or being sorry." Jisung demanded. "You can't keep being sorry for something that has already happened. And you don't need to cry. I don't want to see you cry."

Minho stared into Jisung's eyes before connecting their lips. Jisung pushed him off, explaining how gross that is because he has been throwing up all day. They laughed together, and decided to go to bed because they were both tired for different reasons.

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