Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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It had been about an hour. The three of them sat on the couches facing the TV. Each one of them having had at least two bottles of soju, except for Jisung. Bottles were strewn about on the wooden coffee table. "Hah! You mean to tell me that not once, in your more than 20 years of life, you have ever kissed someone?" Jeongin slurs.
"No, I have. I just kinda wish I hadn't, you know? I kinda just don't count it." Jisung replies as he reaches for his bottle, still half full.
"Why do you regret it?" Changbin questions, seeming much more sober than Jeongin.
"She wasn't great. I feel like maybe it would have been better if the whole thing never happened. But sometimes..." Jisung stops for a moment, he seems like he suddenly got lost in his mind, lost in memory, like he took a step in the wrong direction and got himself completely disoriented. The room goes quiet for a moment. Changbin leans forward toward Jisung, trying to see any expression on the boys face. It's just blank, simply staring into oblivion. The sound of the door opening wakes him, almost as if he followed the sound back to reality. A man walks in. He has high cheekbones, not as pronounced as Jeongin's but high nonetheless. His hair is a deep lavender and his muscle is shown through the slightly tight white shirt he wears. His nose is angular and sharp, complimenting his other features perfectly. His demeanor was cold, his brow slightly furrowed. When he took off his coat and shoes he looked up into the room. Across from him they sat on the white couches, turned around so they can see him. "What?" The man asks. 'This must be the other dorm mate.' The boys stay quiet for a moment before Jeongin disturbs the silence. "Hi there... man." His words are shlushing together and barely coherent. "I'm Jeongin, this is jesooin and this is channeg." He waves his hand, gesturing to each of the two boys, both of which get more worried about him.
"Ok." Changbin rises from his spot on the love seat. "I'm Changbin. This is Jisung and that drunk mess is in fact Jeongin. Who I will now be taking to bed." Changbin smiles at the new arrival and helps Jeongin up from his seat across the room. "Up we go." Changbin grunts as he basically carries the young man away.
"Wee!" Jeongin squeals on his way out. The door shuts, leaving Jisung and the man, who has yet to introduce himself, in silence. Jisung pushes himself up from the couch and turns to him. He bows lightly. The man is quiet for a moment. "Minho." He says. "My name is Lee Minho." He returns the bow and steps into the room. He looks around for a moment before spotting the hallway in which the bed rooms are and walks off into it.
"You don't want a drink?" Jisung is perplexed on why the guy just decided to leave. "Think it could be a good way to get acquainted." He offers a smile. But Minho doesn't turn around to see it.
"No offense, but I'm not interested in getting acquainted." His tone is quite but affirmative. And with that, he opens the door and steps inside, leaving Jisung alone. Alone with his thoughts, something Jisung had learned to fear, he sat back down on the couch with a sigh. Now all he wanted is to be more drunk than Jeongin was. But he knows he can't do that. He sits in silence, wanting to give the new guy some space after the short interaction they just had. He just starts to think. What else was there to do?
'Did I do something wrong? Maybe I was too forceful when I asked him to drink. Shit maybe he doesn't drink. Maybe he is an alcoholic and I just asked him if he wanted to rebound. Oh my god I'm so dumb. I should just shut my mouth. I won't try to talk to him. I'll just make a fool of myself. Again. I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid. I'm so stupid.' Jisung repeats this to himself for a while. He begins to rock back and forth. He sits like that for too long to be healthy, repeating it over again.
"Jisung?" Changbin leans over the couch to get a look at his face. Jisung looks at him, but his eyes are looking past him, through him, at something no one else can see or at nothing at all. "Ok. Time for you to go to bed too." Changbin walks around the couch to stand in front of him. Jisung sees this. He looks at the couch. It's white. Changbin's sweatpants are grey. The table is brown. He can taste the soju on his tongue. He can hear Changbin talking. He slowly brings himself back, grounding himself with the things he can sense. "I'm ok, Changbin." He puts a hand out to stop him before he can pick him up. Changbin freezes. "You sure you're good?" He lifts an eyebrow.
"I'll go to bed. Don't worry about me." He offers a small smile. Changbin seems reluctant, but trusting. He pats Jisung on the shoulder, "Well good night then new room mate." They say their goodbyes and head into their separate rooms. Jisung is hesitant to enter his. But he won't be caught standing and staring at a door again. So he takes a deep breath, and opens the door.
Popping his head in, he looks around. The room is dark. Two beds are placed at opposite sides of the room. One has a door at the end of the bed, most likely leading to the bathroom. The other has a large window against its side. It lets in a soft blue light from the night sky, bathing the room in its luminescence within the dark room. Surprisingly, Minho took the one by the bathroom. He lays there, facing toward the wall. His black duffel bag at the side of the bed. Jisung simply shrugs and plops down onto his own bed. He is happy when he realizes that there is memory foam on the mattress. He smiles brightly. The comforter is a marble of white and blue, soft and fluffy. He grabs a pair of PJs from his bag and runs off to the bathroom. He walks out in a soft white button up PJ top and white pants to match. With a happy sigh, he slides under the covers. Tonight sleep welcomes him with open arms. And within minutes, he is out cold.

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