Eyes closed- Minsung

1: Cigarette stain

Jisung hastily closed the door of his house, flinching at the sound of it shutting and closed his eyes, sighing.

He didn't need his eyes open to hear the rain outside and to realize that his clothes were absolutely drenched in water.

The rainwater from his leather jacket dripped onto the floor, leaving a soaked spot on the welcome rug, however, he knew he wasn't going to get any warm welcomes from his family at that moment.

His mother was standing in front of him, a scowl on her face, her arms crossed tightly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked, clearly wanting an answer better than Jisung's blank and expressionless stare, but she clearly wasn't getting one.

"Don't ignore me! I'm at my wits end with you, Jisung" She raised her voice and walked closer to Jisung, and to him, his mother's slightly taller build suddenly felt like it was towering over him. Not that he would show it.

"Okay..." He replied, no hint of any emotion in his face or voice.

She stood there, scoffing at his emotionless demeanor towards her scolding. She was used to it, but it didn't make it any less annoying for her.

His mother continued yelling, but to Jisung, it blended in with his inside voice. It didn't sound much different from his inside voice anyway, they didn't say many different things from his mother. Not that he listened to either of them.

That's why he only barely noticed when his mom stopped yelling, waiting for him to say something. Of course, he didn't realize she was waiting for his response and he simply took the dripping leather jacket off of him and dropped it on the floor, not bothering to pick it up.

"I'm gonna change..." He said, walking off to his room, not looking back at her. "Change your attitude on the way there, will you?" She looked back at him, scoffing. She received no reply, making her sigh deeply.

She picked up the leather jacket Jisung dropped to hang it up on the clothing rack, only to notice the cigarette stain on it. She frowned, disappointed but not surprised, and hung the jacket up, not bothering to go to his room to talk to him about this. It would just be meaningless.

•••

Lit cigarette in his hand, dark dim lighting making his face only slightly visible. Minho loved this atmosphere.

He looked at the rain through the window and took another drag of the cigarette while quietly chuckling to himself.

"Dude, aren't you trying to quit?" Chan asked while he was funnily enough smoking his own cigarette next to Minho.

"I'm not, at least not anymore..." Minho sighed in relief and closed his eyes as he took yet another drag.

He didn't need his eyes open to feel the satisfaction of finally smoking again after so long...well, long for him, at least.

They sat in peaceful, non-awkward silence, listening to the sound of the harsh rain hitting the ground while quietly smoking, a slight smile on both of their faces.

Chan's bedroom was extremely dark with only one single lamp turned on. The smell of smoke ran through the entire room, but they were both used to it, so they didn't mind or even notice it.

Getting slightly tired of the comfortable but boring silence, Chan decided to speak up eventually, diverting his gaze to Minho. "So...news on Jihyun?"

"Don't even think about it" Minho narrowed his eyes at Chan, making him laugh.

"I'm just asking..." He sheepishly smiled. "You're not having any relations with my sister" Minho stated.

"Not yet..." Chan smirked.

"Not ever!" Minho frowned.

"Why not? We're both 20 and both hot, I don't see the issue"

A disgusted expression painted Minho's face. "You're gross"

"Plus, she's not even like you" Minho added.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Chan asked, eyeing Minho.

"Nothing, you just won't fit" He claimed, putting the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Yeah, I know a body part of mine that won't" Chan smirked, and Minho let out a small cough. Half from the smoke and half from the absurdity of what his friend said.

The smoke was starting to get a little more noticeable for them, but nothing the both of them couldn't handle. "You're really gross" He mumbled.

"Says you..." Chan stood up from the bed swiftly, gesturing for Minho to get up as well.

"Says you!" Minho retorted, standing up as well.

"Says you" His friend spoke, making Minho roll his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah..." Minho mumbled. Chan wrapped an arm around Minho's shoulder as Minho flinched at the touch but forced himself to just accept it, grumbling complaints under his breath.

"Come on, let's go before my parents come back" Chan said, walking to the door of his room and into the hallway to go straight to the front door with Minho. "They're gonna check on you in your room and smell the smoke" Minho complained.

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want" Chan scoffed. "You don't act like one" Minho huffed.

"Says the guy who got held back and is still in high school"