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Minho is Jisung's new neighbour but he isn't like every other person around there. He finds no joy in life anymore, not ever since his brother's death. With his whole family being gone Minho doesn't want anything else other tha...
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It turned out that Jisung had come down with a fever since he was out in the rain for too long and without an umbrella.
Minho wanted to bring him to his room but he couldn't really pick him up, his arms were pretty weak and also hurt after catching him. So for now, he helped him as best as he could to change clothes before he settled him down on the couch.
"We really need to talk when you get better" Minho muttered mostly to himself, knowing Jisung won't hear it since he wasn't awake yet "Aish.. Idiot" after he covered the younger with a blanket, he sat on the armchair cross legged and just observed Jisung "What were you thinking?"
Just then the younger boy let out a small whimper, making Minho move closer and kneel down beside him, reaching for the wet cloth he had left on the coffee table "Min..Minho hyung" he shakily said as the other boy placed the cloth on his forehead "You should sleep again. You're sick"
Minho thought Jisung was whimpering because of his fever but what Jisung said next caught him off guard "I was.. I was so scared for you" the younger chocked out as he started crying, shocking Minho "I thought you left to–" he hiccuped "to go–"
"I didn't, Han. I went out for a walk, nothing else"
Even when Minho told him the truth, Jisung kept on going letting his thoughts out "I thought I failed.. to show you what I promised you" Minho swallowed visibly and averted his eyes as he considered doing something. He sighed as he reached Jisung's head with his hand, brushing his slightly still wet hair "I wasn't going to do anything to myself, I'm telling you the truth"
Jisung sniffled and leaned into the older's touch, bringing the blanket closer to his body since he felt cold "Okay" he nodded his head lightly "I trust you" he opened his eyes just enough to look at Minho "Please don't leave like this again, hyung, I–"
"I won't, don't worry" Minho cut him off and stood up, grabbing the cloth from Jisung's forehead "I'm going to change that and I'll be back" without waiting for an answer back he went to the bathroom.
He looked himself in the mirror as he let the cloth under cold water, "I don't understand.." he exhaled softly and looked at his bandaged arms like he had done multiple times before "How can he make me forget about it like that every time-"
He was startled when his eyes caught Jisung running into the bathroom and kneeling down behind him so his head was above the toilet seat. Minho turned off the faucet, turning around to face Jisung "Are you nauseous already?" he asked, a stupid question really as he could obviously see and hear the sounds of vomit.
Placing the cloth on the bathroom counter, he reached for Jisung's hair so it wouldn't be in his face while throwing up, holding it gently "Let it out, don't worry about it" he could feel the younger's body trembling a little and he frowned. Is it that bad everytime Jisung gets sick? And he deals with it all alone?
Eventually Jisung was done and with Minho's help he went to his bedroom and layed down on the bed. Minho brought the wet cloth with him and once Jisung was in a more comfortable position, he placed it on his forehead.
He was about to go downstairs and take the warmest blanket he had found for Jisung until he heard his voice "Hyung.. Please stay with me?" honestly Minho was being cautious since he didn't want himself to get sick as well so he was gonna decline.
But he remembered the times he had taken care of Felix when he was sick and how his presence would help him sleep faster.
He sighed and replied, "Give me a minute" he left to go grab the blanket before making his way back upstairs. Jisung was still shaking and his brows were furrowed from the pain. Minho didn't like seeing him like that. But what could he do? "Try to get some sleep, okay? That'll work" he said pulling a chair near the side of the bed.
"How..?"
"My uh, my brother would sleep for as long as he could and he'd always feel a little better. Try it" he suggested and Jisung nodded his head, burying the side of his face in his pillow. He closed his eyes and felt Minho cover him up with the blanket to the shoulders, "Your brother must be really lucky to have you in his life"
That hit Minho straight to the heart and he felt tears already making their way to his eyes. It was hard speaking about Felix. He quickly blinked them away and swallowed, hoping his voice wouldn't betray him.
"Sleep well, Han" he said as he turned the chair to face the window, looking at the night sky.
'I'm the one who was lucky to have him in my life' was what he wanted to say.
