Night | Minsung

9

Minho woke up in the morning with Jisung holding onto him like a koala, the youngers arms wrapped around Minho's torso as if he was a tree. The boy was still sleeping. Minho picked up his phone from the nightstand to check the time.

8:26am

I should make breakfast before Ji wakes up.

The older moved the younger off of him, which was a hard task. Jisung was gripping onto his shirt and his legs were wrapped around Minho's thighs.

Minho quietly stood up from the bed, careful to not wake Jisung and walked to the door before opening it and walking to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and saw some eggs, cheese, onions and bacon. Omelettes sounded good right now.

He cracked the eggs into a small bowl and let the yolk and egg whites fall into it before opening the trash can with the foot pedal and dropping them inside. He got a fork and whisked the eggs together. He put some garlic, salt and pepper in the raw scrambled egg mixture whisked it some more.

He grated the cheese, cut the onion and cut the bacon, putting the foods into their own seperate small container.

He got a pan from the cabinet, turned up the heat on the stove burner and scooped a spoonful of butter into the pan, making a loud sizzle.

The sizzling got even louder when Minho poured the egg liquid in the pan.

He let it sit in the pan for a bit so the omelette wouldn't fall apart before sprinkling the bacon, cheese and onions in the middle.

He folded the omelette and let it cook a little bit more.

He slid the omelette onto a plate and set the plate onto the counter.

When Minho started working on the second omelette, Jisung, who was still very very sleepy, walked out of his room and into the kitchen, bumping into a chair on his way in.

"Fuck!" The younger cried as the wood scraped against his leg. He pressed on his thigh, hoping to soothe the pain or stop the bleeding or something that could help.

Minho looked up at the sound of Jisung yelping and saw him pressing on his thigh.

"Ji, are you okay?"

"No! I've just bumped my cu- my leg on the chair! It fucking hurts!"

Minho walked over to him and inspected the chair. Jisung could've scraped his leg on the splinters sticking out of the unsanded chair.

"Can I check? I want to see if you scraped if on the splinters." Minho asked.

"N-no, I'll just check myself, in the bathroom" Jisung said, his voice quivering with pain.

"Oh.. Okay...." The older said as he watched Jisung walk to the bathroom with a stumble in his step and he closed the door behind himself.

Jisung's stomach was grumbling, and grumbling, and his body was becoming frail, and very weak, and the loss of blood definitely wasn't helping.

Jisung pulled down his pants to look at the cuts, but...

Everything.... Was dizzy?

"Wait... That doesn't make sense... Why am I dizzy " Jisung thought before the sight of his cuts went black.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Minho got done with the second omelette and set them both on the table. He made them some juice with a kool aid squirt thingy and put the cups next to the plates.

Jisung has been in there for 20 minutes...

The older walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Jisung?" He said, awaiting for an answer than never came.

"If you don't answer I'm going to have to unlock the door"

.......

Crickets.

Minho walked to the guest bathroom, grabbing a wooden toothpick. He walked back to where Jisung was and stuck the thin stick into the small hole in the door knob.

*click*

He opened the door and found Jisung lying on the floor next to the toilet, his eyes closed and his pants pulled down, blood seeping through his boxers.

"Jisung! Jisung!" Minho shook the younger and he grapped the hand towel that was laid next to the sink a pressed it on the bleeding wounds.

After 5 minutes of the older struggling to wake the younger up, after wetting his hands and splashing water on his face, did Jisung's eyes finally open.

"Ji! Are you okay!?" Minho cried.

Jisung groaned as his eyes took a while the adjust to the bright light.

Jisung looked around for a moment, confused. Well, until he looked down at his pulled down pants and saw a red stained hand towel being pressed on his thigh.

"Ji.... Have you been eating?" Minho got out.

"Yeah, why?" Jisung lied through his teeth.

"Ji, I'm not fucking stupid! You're losing weight, and while you're at it you're not only losing weight, but also yourself! Now, let me ask again, have you been eating, Jisung?" Minho said with a tremble in his voice.

"No."