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65. bull's eye

Jisung's eyes fluttered open, the dull pulsating pain everpresent in his head, pushing against his forehead. He sighed tiredly and unwrapped the arm of his hyung that was securely wrapped around his waist to be able to go get ready for another day of searching for the Lee brothers.

Chan stirred in his sleep, always being a light sleeper and hummed in discomfort upon the lost warmth.

"Jisung it's four am." he muttered sleepily, his disagreement with the other's sleeping schedule very evident in his words. "I'm not making you wake up as well." Jisung muttered, opening the bottle of pills he started taking once again since his mental health dropped drastically. He took one of them, plopping them into his mouth and drinking a few sips of water after to swallow them.

"You are, by leaving me here. Come on, when you snatched me from Jeongin at least cuddle me properly for my eight hours of sleep." he groaned again like a little child deprived of their favorite teddy bear. Jisung sighed and grabbed his laptop before climbing back into the bed, where he was flipped on his side and pulled to a tight hug where his face was buried in the older's chest making it unable to breathe. He gasped at the sudden action and slapped Chan's uncovered shoulder to make him let go.

"You're suffocating me!" His screams were muffled by the other's broad shoulders and a small chuckle from his hyung who loosened his hold around him just enough so he could breathe, but didn't let him even touch the laptop. "Great, I'm not so cold anymore." Chan hummed happily, nuzzling his nose against the younger's neck, the action causing Jisung's eyes to fill with tears. It's been long since he's been hugged so tightly and warmly.

It made his mind travel back to the only person he could think about lately.

Lee Minho.

His sweet Minho who was always there for him when he needed, understanding, soft in the cutest way of never wanting to admit it, funny with his twisted humor, cuddly and caring.

His Lee Minho.

How much he missed waking up to his adorably scrunched face, recieving the cutest or hottest pictures throughout the day, eating Minho's perfect homemade meals and spending their free hours on walks or just lazing around in bed doing whatever. He missed his scent, his warmth, the feeling of Minho's skin against his, running his fingers through his soft hair, him being around, filling rooms with his presence and jokes that he would adorably giggle at, the way his eyes would sparkle at the mention of his cats.

Jisung couldn't bare the emptiness that filled him since the day Minho went missing any longer. He had to get him back. He needed him back to not go absolutely mad.

"Chan please let me go." He choked out desperately, pushing at the older's shoulder who became alarmed upon the sudden change in his demeanor and pulled away, looking into Jisung's eyes with worry. "What's wrong?"

"Can't breathe." He panted, sitting up on the bed and covering his face with his hands. The pills didn't kick in yet so he was off for a good start of a morning.

"Did I hold you that close? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No, not it, I j-just.." he stiffled a sob and shook his head. It was hard to get words out when he could barely breathe.

"It's okay Jisung. Breath with me, okay? In and out," Chan softly consoled him through the sudden breakdown and when he could sense he was doing better, pulled him into another loving hug. "We'll get them back, alright? You will see him again soon."

"I miss him, Chan. It hurts so much being away from him like this and not knowing if he's okay or alive or anything really. And I feel so guilty for getting Felix involved as well. I should've never dragged them into our world. It's all my fault. Just why is it taking so long to find them? It never took so long, I feel so useless." Jisung sniffled, sobbing as he let his emotions take over.