Minsung↪𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ☑

𝟖. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚

Minho lays on his bed, his legs cramping due to the evening session with Haejun (Jisung).

He couldn't believe the boy was ready to fight even with a bruised jaw.

It made Minho even more attracted to the boy, he had heavy intentions. And Minho loved it.

Minho couldn't stop hinting at his love for Haejun but he couldn't confess.

He wasn't sure if he was in love, if he wanted Haejun to himself or it was temporary liking. Or just plain lust.

He runs his hand through his blond hair, as he sloppily grabs his phone.

Tapping on it, playing around, chatting-he did everything he could.

However, no matter what he did, he couldn't sleep.

The flaming light from the device, burning his eyes as tears formed on the corners.

Yet, he couldn't get a piece of slumber. Even a light power nap.

He tortured his eyes with his phone until his arms went numb, it was his usual-daily. He would always tire himself.

Expecting sleep to take over him someday, but the lucky day never arrived.

His thoughts wire back to where they started from. Haejun.

He kicks his legs in the air, not being able to suspend the train of thoughts running in his head.

Getting up, he storms out of the room and as per his routine enters the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Jisung jumps, his soul leaving his shaking body as his chest heaves up and down in a rhythm.

"W-water.."

Minho nods, eyebrows pinching together, a bit bewildered at Haejun's behavior.

He sips onto cold water as it soothes his throat, washing away all the dryness.

Jisung, who was spying on the house to look for some lead on Joseph, props himself on a chair.

His legs were trembling, his heart beating out of his chest. He was almost caught. All would be in vain, because of his mistake.

Jisung drank his water in big gulps, anxious.

Minho runs his hand on his back, drawing shapes as he pets his hair.

"Pretty, why so nervous?"

"It's nothing. I was just thirsty."

Minho drags Jisung by his hand into his room, making the boy let out hushed screams.

He plonks into the bed, with Jisung in his arms.

"Sleep with me."

"Why?"

"You were having nightmares, weren't you? That's why you were so scared, roaming around."

Jisung chases his beating heart with a yes as a reply, cradling into the other's arms, weirdly comfortable.

The warmth made his stomach twist as he felt a spark pass through his body.

He sighs sadly, the last time he'd hugged someone this way, it was his father.

His father always cradled him in the sweetest hugs, when he was afraid.

Or even when he just wanted to hug someone, he sniffs not being able to hold his tears.

"It's okay, let it out. What nightmare was it? A butcher with a knife?"

Jisung laughs loudly, not worried of waking someone up as tears cascaded down his eyes.

He couldn't help but find it funny, his sorrow disappearing as a smile adorned his face.

Even though tears rained down his face, he was still jolly over the little joke.

"I'm not a kid! Also I didn't have a nightmare. I told you I was just thirsty."

"Thirsty for what?"

"Uhm...Water? What else?"

"Maybe something a little bittersweet?"

"Excuse me?"

Minho locks his lips, as he sniggers under his breath as Haejun just rubs his eyes, sleepy.

Jisung inhales the scent the mafia boss wore, a fresh woody one with a tinge of honey.

It was calming and relaxing, he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Minho's stubborn ass.

He tches, leaving the thought aside as he slams his eyes shut. Sleep conquering him.

Minho grabs Jisung's hips as he fishes to scoop the other into him completely.

"You never told me about your family, now did you?"

Jisung panics as he licks his lips, too terrorized to frame words.

"Um... I've no one. I'm am orphan."

"Really? Sorry."

Minho ruffles Jisung's hair, lacing his fingers through the soft threads.

The room gets occupied with tranquility as snores are heard.

Minho looks down to see Haejun asleep, his face mushing into Minho's chest.

He brushes Jisung's hair away, brows crunching as he swipes over a scar on his forehead.

It looked abit fresh, yet old.

"Where did you get that?"

Minho mumbles as he pecks his forehead, lips lingering on the scar before he pulls away.

Minho doesn't realize when his orbs slowly close as his mouth partly parts in snores.

He was getting sleep, a peaceful one . Something he hasn't gotten— well, for a while.

Jisung had managed to get rid of his problem, just by laying beside him.

His insomnia finally had a solution.

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