Don't touch me // Minsung

15. 𝘈 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦

Saturday had already lingered around for some time when Minho opened his eyes. His stomach growled instantly, waking up way before his brain and well, it was almost lunch time. Not setting any alarm had done many wonders. He had slept for ten hours, at once. Not in three days, not in four days. No, in one single night! But he felt actually tired, his body was not used to it after all.

He shielded his eyes as the sunlight gently blinded him, trying to nap for a few more minutes. The completely silent flat almost made him plunge back into a deep sleep but he forced himself to open his eyes and look around. The mess on the table, the starry lights on the wall, Jisung's too numerous pairs of shoes. Jisung was not awake and Minho did not want to disturb him, even if boredom had already reached him. So, he scrolled on his phone, waking up and gradually getting ready to go to work. Yes, he also worked on the weekend in the afternoons...

He lost himself in the internet for almost an hour and did not know what to do anymore when he finally let go of his phone. However, he wanted to do something, either leave or eat but, whatever he decided, he needed to wake Jisung up.

And well, he actually wanted to see if he was okay. The younger's words had found their way back into Minho's mind, and he grew angry again. Punching the bullies had become a need, how did Jisung's friends even resist for all these years?

But again, what would it change? He would be expelled and Jisung would still be their victim. No, he had to protect him, to spend time with him and make him forget about all the pain he had endured these past days. He remembered observing him while they were watching the anime, how his heart had warmed up when he saw him smile. How he had never really paid attention to it before because he only ever focused on himself and his cold act towards the younger.

But now, his sole wish was for Jisung to smile as much as he could, and he promised himself that he would do anything to never see him suffer again, he never deserved any of this violence. And suddenly, he regretted not hugging Jisung last night, he should have comforted him better than he did. But it was too late now...

He noticed he soon had to leave to work when he checked the time and went up to the younger's bedroom. He knocked lightly, not really expecting an answer, Jisung probably needing a lot of rest. But he heard a weak groan indicating he could enter.

When he stepped in, Jisung was hidden under the blanket on his bed, in complete darkness compared to the sunlit living room.

"How are you?", the older asked softly, closing the door behind and only letting a little bit of light inside the room. "You slept well?"

Jisung hummed as Minho stayed next to the door, observing the younger's room. There was not much he could see in the dark, and maybe it was better because he could already sense the mess of clothes everywhere.

His eyes fell on the younger, still napping and breathing softly. Even in his most natural state, he looked pretty and Minho had never realized how handsome he was before. He quietly observed Jisung's features but the younger noticed Minho was not moving and opened his eyes, wondering if everything was fine.

"Do you need something?", he asked with a raspy voice.

"Yeah... Can I use the bathroom?", Minho quickly said, coming back to earth. He blinked a few times and looked away, embarrassed. Jisung nodded and stretched a bit, rolling onto his bed and already forgetting Minho staring at him just a few seconds ago.

As he rolled over, Minho noticed his hoodie next to Jisung's pillow. He had been sleeping with it ever since he had brought it back home, his head resting on it to have Minho's soothing smell next to him. The older smiled to himself as he went to the bathroom, and behind him Jisung closed his eyes again, almost ready for a second night.