Why So Far? || Minsung 3/3

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I can hear them talking in the living room. Some of the guys are over while I'm laying in bed. A full bowl of cold soup sits on the nightstand. Jisung made sure I had everything I needed before letting me rest.

"He just came home and felt sick. I'm not sure if something happened today, but he's not running a fever right now."

The voices are a bit muffled, but I can still make the words out. Changbin, Chan, and Jeongin are here. Jisung had a hangout planned already, but he forgot to text them once I got sick.

"I had a talk with him earlier asking if everything was okay. He seems tense and shaken all the time. Maybe he was thinking about that?" Changbin explains.

"I'm not sure. He asked if we were okay almost immediately when he walked through the door."

"Are you?" Chan questions.

"Yeah, I mean, I thought so. It still feels weird, but arguments usually leave a lasting print, don't they?"

"Are you sure he's told you everything?"

"No, but I trust him. It's not like he's cheating on me. He's too innocent for that. I think he's under a lot of stress right now."

"You know you can always stay with me of you need to. He shouldn't be taking his stress out on you."

"What?"

Oh, my god. Are they serious? Taking my stress out onto Jisung? Is that what I'm doing? He's the one who's never home, he's the one never answering my texts, he's the one-

I retch onto the blanket in front of me, small bits of stomach acid and soup pooling onto it. I cry out, pushing the blanket off of me. Footsteps are quick to come over.

"Oh baby," Jisung gasps, wrapping up the blanket and tossing it onto the floor. "You're alright. Do you need the toilet?"

I nod my head, feeling unsteady even sitting up. He helps me out of the bed, supporting me to the toilet. I can see a glimpse of the three looking our way. I lay against the bathtub, ignoring the pitiful looks.

"I'll be right back, my love." He stands, but I grab his wrist weakly.

"Don't- don't leave me."

"I'm not, sunshine. I just need to get you some water."

I shake my head, weakly crawling to him. "No leave. Please."

"It's okay, Jisung," Chan is in the doorway. "I've got some water. Do you need any help or should we leave?"

Jisung stands in front of me, blocking their view of me. "I've got it from here. You guys should probably leave. He doesn't like being sick in front of people."

He knows me so well. It's all in my head. Nothing is actually wrong anymore. We're okay now, just like he said. He's not leaving. He loves me. I love him.

But how could our friends think so badly of me? Taking my stress out onto him? I'm not abusive. Chan hates me now, doesn't he? Bitterness creeps up. I need to talk to him. But how?

"I think you're running a fever now, my love," Jisung states after feeling my forehead.

Okay, that sucks.