𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭|𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠✔️

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

"Jisung can I take you home?" Minho asked still staring at his puke covered shirt. "Yeah~" Jisung slurred out placing his head onto the older's broad shoulder. Minho got up gently holding onto Jisung's waist as they exited the mansion.

Minho pulled out his phone and checked their old conversation finding the address. He called over a taxi, opening the back door and pushing Jisung inside. He buckled him up and made sure that me was okay.

About 10 minutes later when they arrived at the destination Minho thanked the driver dragging the drunk boy out of the car. Jisung was stumbling and slurring out words what made no fucking sense. It was the alcohol talking.

They reached 914 but Minho realized that he didn't have the key's to open the aparment. "Jisung do you have the keys?" It took the drunk boy a moment to process what was being asked.

He dug into the baggy jeans pulling out the keys. Minho grabbed the keys unlocking the door. Minho held onto his waist making sure that he would not fall over. He enetred the room turning on the lights.

He placed the boy onto the bed letting him lay down. He was about to ask him if he could change his clothes when the younger fell alseep softly snoring. Minho groaned. He unbouttoned the jeans and took everything off except for his boxers.

He looked into Jisung's closet finding hello kitty pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He slipped them on and pulled the covers over the younger. He leaned in placing a soft kiss onto his forehead. 

Minho took off his puke covered shirt and threw it somewhere. He took off his jeans leaving the underwear on and sleeping next to the younger. He made sure to leave some space so that Jisung would be comfortable.

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Jisung woke up to the morning sun rays peeking through the blinds. He groaned feeling his pounding forehead. He tried to remember what happened last night but he couldn't. I must have gotten wasted. He thought to himself. 

He got up and walked to his bathroom. He was about to open the door when it wouldn't budge. He kept trying to unlock the door when suddenly it was swung open. He fell directly on top of a hard surface.

That's when he realized that it was not a hard surface. It was someones chest. He looked seeing Minho with a concerned look on his handsome face. "Jisung are you okay?" The older asked snapping Jisung out of his daze.

"Yeah. Sorry let get off you." Jisung awkwardly got up helping Minho up. "Uh how are you feeling? You got shit face wasted last night." Minho asked adding on the shit faced part making Jisung softly chuckle.

"My head hurts like a bitch but its okay. Did I do anything weird last night?" There was a moment of silence. Minho opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finally gaining courage to speak.

"Well you...kinda vomited all over me." Jisung in that moment wanted to hop off the nearest bridge. Minho awkwardly stood there not knowing what to say. "I'll go make some food for breakfast." Minho ran out of the room leaving Jisung who felt embarrassed.

Great job Jisung. Throwing up on people. Jisung thought quickly shaking off the thoughts and taking a nice hot shower. He walked out of the shower wrapping a towel around his tiny waist and one around his neck.

He walked into his room throwing on a plain white t-shirt and black sweat. He brushed his hair making himself somewhat more presentable. He walked into the kitchen seeing Minho cooking eggs and bacon.

He put the food into two plates making sure that plate had a even amount of food. "I finished the food." Minho handed him a fork. Jisung mumbled a 'thanks' before stuffing his cheeks with food.

It took him a couple of moments to realize that Minho was staring at him. "Is there something on my face?"

"You look like a squirrel. Cute." Minho muttered the last part to himself but Jisung caught onto it blushing like a tomato. When they finished eating their food Minho took the plates and placed them into the sink and began washing them.

"Hyung you've already done so much for me." Jisung said cutely pouting his lips. "I don't mind helping you. I know what it's like to be hungover. And I'm stealing your Tupac shirt as my compensation." Before Jisung could protest Minho finished the dishes and grabbed his things running out of the apartment with Jisung's Tupac shirt.

Jisung smiled but groaned as his head ached. He had to admit that the older was doing things to him.

A/N: sorry for the late update! i am feeling hella sore from working out all week :(