only in my mind|| minsung

Thirty Six🌷

Jisung and Minho made plans to go to the dance studio so Minho could teach Jisung the basics of the dance style he was thinking of doing for their song.

Which was nearly produced. But had no lyrics or story to it.

But even so, what Jisung expected to be a fun time laughing with his best friend over how bad he was at dancing.

Minho, continued to be in a mood since Sunday night. Now it was Tuesday and Jisung had enough.

Jisung looked at Minho in the mirror with a blank expression on his face as they danced a singular move for the tenth time.

Minho saw the lack of expression and stopped dancing with a heavy sigh. "At least look like you're enjoying it" He commented. "You don't see people dancing and looking like they're depressed do you?" he folded his arms.

Jisung glared at him. "Well I see my best friend acting as cold and distant as if he hates me, do you?" he retorted. Minho stayed quiet for a split second.

"I'm just tired Jisung" He sighed. Jisung rolled his eyes "Tired since we came back to the dorms" he tutted "If you wanted space over the weekend and were annoyed with my texts you can just say so!" he exclaimed.

He didn't want to say anything about the fact Minho's attitude was due to his family. He needed Minho to bring that up himself.

"It's not you!" Minho sighed frustrated. "It's never you"

"Well you certainly act like it is!" Jisung pushed it. Minho clenched his fist "Jisung" he spoke sternly.

Jisung held his strong gaze on him. No matter how bad he wanted to give in and apologise. Run to his arms and kiss him and tell him he didn't mind his attitude - that he'd endure it.

But he couldn't do that.

Minho took another breath "Leave the studio" he kept his chill but it seemed like it wasn't going to be that way for long.

Jisung scoffed a little "Why?" he mumbled "I thought we were dancing-"

"Jisung. Get out before I do something i'mma regret" He cut across making Jisung's entire energy shift from annoyed to plain scared.

"What?" He mumbled as his feet brought him back toward the door. Minho ran a hand through his hair "Just... Let me cool off for a minute... I'm so fucking angry"

Jisung nodded and left instantly.

The silence in the hallway was unlike any other in the moment. It was the evening time and barely any students were around.

Maybe the silence was what Jisung needed in that moment too. He was curious to know what exactly Minho was doing.

Jisung stayed quiet outside. He looked down at his hands and tutted under his breath at how bitten his nails were.

He really hated anxiety. Although he had medication for it - it didn't exactly make it 'go away'.

It just eased his panic attacks from a level 10 to perhaps an 8 on a good day.

But part of Jisung thought that maybe minho should look into anger management if he was that mad.

After what felt like hours, Minho opened the door again.

Jisung moved away for a minute - judging if Minho was really cooled off or not.

"Hi" He mumbled. Jisung looked at his face and saw his bloodshot eyes.

He had been crying.

"Min... Your..." He didn't know what to say. Say it or not. Point it out or not.

Minho wiped his face again "Ah.. Yeah.. Don't worry about it" he smiled sadly. Jisung sighed "I think we should go back to the dorm... You're clearly not in the right head space for dancing and I'm hungry"