NOISE

13.

 „Fuck, Hannie, I'm sorry I fell asleep", he threw the blanket aside and jumped out of bed. His hair must have looked horribly messy and he ran a hand through it in order to fix it. Just then he realized what he had said. „Sorry, I know you don't want me to call you that", he mumbled and reached his hands out to take Doongie into his arms. Jisung handed him the cat. Minho watched him close the door and take the seat on his chair. Jisung was looking different and he was wondering if he suddenly saw him differently. He slightly shook his head to get rid of the thought and placed Doongie on his blanket. „What am I supposed to apologize for?", Jisung asked, leaning back in the chair, manspreading. „Oh, I thought you were someone else", he started, forcing himself not to look at Jisung's thighs. „I got into an argument with one of my friends earlier." Jisung nodded, the corner of his lips turning into a smirk. „Was it about me?" Minho huffed out a bitter laugh. Of course he would notice and ask. For fucks sake.

„I don't think that's any of your business", Minho retorted, his headache was coming back and he was feeling miserable. The younger one was staring at him and the way he was sitting on the chair was making Minho's stomach tingle. He was trying his hardest to hold eye contact, failing miserably and making Jisung smile amused. „Alright, then tell me why your roommate felt the need to threaten me", he demanded and Minho's eyes widened. „He did what?", his anger was coming back and he jumped up from the edge of his bed, rushing to the door, just to be held back by Jisung. He remarked the younger one's fingers around his right wrist and gasped slightly. The sudden warmth around his wrist felt familiar and the urge to be held by Jisung replaced the anger he was feeling.

Jisung got up from the chair and pulled him away from the door. „Tell me what happened", he said, pushing Minho back onto the bed and forcing him to sit. He walked towards the chair, carried it across the room and placed it on front of Minho. „Did you fight with Chan?", he asked and took the seat in front of Minho, only inches separating their legs from each other. Minho shook his head. „He's just being overprotective, don't read too much into it", he answered, trying to sort his thoughts while staring at their knees almost touching. He couldn't deny it any longer - he wanted Jisung.

„Minho", Jisung said suddenly and Minho hummed in response, still staring at their knees. He remarked a shift in the younger one's posture, seeing Jisung lift his hand in the corner of his eye. „Look at me", he ordered and Minho felt Jisung's fingers on his chin, forcing him to lift his head and lock eyes with him. Jisung had leaned forward in order to reach his chin and Minho felt all of the butterflies awaken at once. He swallowed, Jisung's fingers were applying a soft pressure on his chin, not like they did when they were in Jisung's house at the lake. „What happened? I'm not asking again", he said and Minho knew Jisung was being serious. Jisung let go of his chin, softly caressing his skin with his fingers while pulling his hand back slowly, leaving tingles all over Minho's skin.

„You know Hyunjin?", he asked, regretting to have started the topic like that as he watched Jisung's body tense up. „I do", he answered, leaning back in the chair to get some distance between him and Minho. „Why?"

„He told me you used to be friends", Minho started, not looking at Jisung. „Did you really beat up that guy?" The question was out and beyond taking it back. Jisung chuckled bitter and Minho glanced at him. „I knew that would haunt me until the day I die", he said, more to himself than to Minho. „Would you believe me if I said that my father forced me?" Minho was blinking at him. „I would", he replied, and he wasn't lying. From what he had gathered about Jisung's father and how he blackmailed him into tutoring his son, it wouldn't surprise him the slightest if he was the reason for every bad thing Jisung had to endure or do.

„Don't lie", Jisung said, folding his arms in front of his chest. „Why would you believe a stranger and not your friend?" Minho was shaking his head. „Why wouldn't I believe you? I believe Hyunjin when he says that it scared him that you beat up his friend but I also believe you saying that your father made you do it for whatever sick reason he had." Jisung didn't say anything, all he did was stare at him. Minho cleared his throat. „Do you think you would do it again if your father told you to?"