Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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"A party?" Jisung asked. "Where? Who is hosting? How did you get invited? Are you sure I'm invited?" Jisung's rambling are cut off when Chan put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's at a friends house. It's my party, and I invited all of you because you are my friends." Chan is calm as he explains.
"Is Minho coming?" Jisung looked up at Chan. He nods. Jisung nods too and takes a deep breath.
"Why are you so nervous?" Felix leans in to see past Chan. "This isn't your first party." He laughed. Jisung's ears go pink in embarrassment.
"Yes, yes I think it is!" Seungmin cackled. "How have you never been to a party?" Seungmin grins.
"I've just never been invited to one. I haven't really had any friends to go with so..." Jisung trails off.
"Don't worry." Changbin chimes in. "It'll be fun."

Jisung was not having fun. Everyone had split up, leaving Jisung by himself. The party was huge. The lights flashed between red, blue and green. There were alcoholic drinks everywhere and three times as many people. All of whom he didn't know. Jisung stood there like a dumbass for way too long. At least, that's what he was thinking. He had a red plastic cup full of soju in his hand and had no intention of drinking it. Though he had taken a few sips. He just needed to look like he knew what he was doing. He didn't look like he knew what he was doing at all. He dressed pretty ok, due to the help of Felix and Jeongin. He wore a jacket over a black button up tucked into black ripped jeans. But he was just standing there, in the kitchen, with a cup in his hand."Hey." A man had walked up to him without him knowing. It was pretty easy to sneak up on someone considering the extremely loud music. Jisung looked up at the man, who was considerately taller than him, with a puzzled look on his face. "What's a pretty boy like you doing at a party like this?" He leans on the kitchen counter with his own drink in hand.
"What? Oh, I know the host." Jisung yells over the music.
"Oh really?" He seems impressed. "I'm Park Jin."
"Han Jisung." He replied.
"You wanna go somewhere a bit quieter?" He puts down his cup.
Jisung shrugs and follows Jin through a hallway. They take a left turn and the hallway ends with a door to a bathroom. The music still bounces off the walls but now at a lower volume. Now they won't have to yell.
Jin stepped closer to Jisung, to close for his comfort. So Jisung backed up. And he moved closer again, so Jisung moved back again. Eventually, Jisung ended up with his back against the wall with Jin pushing against him. Jin put his hand on the wall and the other on Jisung's waist. The contact made Jisung gasp. 'What's going on?' He couldn't think clearly, the small amount of alcohol he had fuzzing up his thoughts. Jin got really close to him, so close he could feel his hot breath. Finally Jin kissed him, hard. Jisung froze, he didn't want this. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out at first. His stomach turned and twisted. He pulled his shaking hands up to Jin's shoulders and tried to push him away. But the man was stronger than him, much stronger. Jin began to remove Jisung's jacket, sliding it off his arms down to his elbows. Jisung began to push harder. Finally he could speak. "Sop." He mumbled through the kiss. Jin only pushed harder. 'Does he get off on this?' Making people uncomfortable?' Jisung began to hit his shoulder. "Swop, s-sop." He couldn't speak right with Jin's lips pressed so firmly on his. Jin moved his hand to Jisung's shirt, he began to unbutton it. Jisung began to panic. He started kicking his feet, he grabbed the hand from his shirt and pulled it away, but Jin forced it back down, Jin's strength out matching Jisung's. His mind was racing, his breath became uneven. A tear ran down Jisung's face.
"Hey!" A voice boomed from the corner of the hallway. Jin was thrown away from Jisung. Jisung gasps for air, grabbing his half undone shirt. He almost sobbed. Sliding away against the wall to near where the voice originated from, he looks to see who pulled the pervert off of him. It was Minho. And he was livid. Minho marches over to the man. His gets up and stares down at Minho.
"The fuck is your deal man? Got out of my business-" Jin is cut off by a strike to his face. While Minho is shorter than Jin, he seems to beat him in strength. Plus the element of surprise helps.
"The fuck you think you're doing to him? He said stop, he was pushing you away, what more do you need to get the hint?"
"So what you were just watching us?" Jin shoots back.
"I came back here to use the bathroom, dipshit!" With that, Minho kicked Jin in the crotch, sending him crouching downward. Minho turned away from the groaning man on the floor. "Let's go." He grabbed Jisung's wrist and pulled him out of the house. He pulls out his phone for a moment and clicks a few buttons before quickly putting it away. He turns to a shaking Jisung, placing both hands on his shoulders. "Are you ok?" His eyes are searching the younger's, trying to find out what he is feeling. Jisung simply looks up at him with tears in his eyes. Minho's face softens greatly, he pulls Jisung in a loving hug. Minho is stiff though, like he isn't quite sure how to hug someone. They stay like that for a while. Minho just stroking the hair of the weeping boy in his arms. Soon a car pulls up to the house. Minho pulls away from the embrace to look at Jisung. "Let's go home, it's late." Jisung nods. Minho and him climb into the Uber. Through out the ride, Jisung is held close to Minho, his head on the older's shoulder. Soon he drifts off into a blissful sleep.

~•~

Jisung squinted at the bright light. His eyes adjust to the brightness. His window left fully open, letting in the sunrise of his second morning in his dorm. Realizing how hot he was, he turned over to face the inside of the room. Instead, he comes face to face with Minho. He is fast asleep next to him. He looks peaceful, calm, content. Jisung just laid there, looking at him.

~•~

Minho stirs in the sheets. His eyes lift a little, the light from the window too bright for him just waking up. This is why he chose the one by the bathroom. When his eyes fully open he sees Jisung. For a moment he thinks he was looking at him, but as his eyes focus he finds Jisung's eyes closed. Minho reaches a hand out to touch the boys hair. He pauses before touching him, he decides to retract his hand. 'Don't go around touching people' Minho sits up in bed and yawns. He was still in his outfit from the day before. In such a rush to get Jisung to bed, he forgot to change. He steps off the bed and walks over to his own to grab a change of clothes from his bag. He would have to do laundry soon. After a short shower he steps out from the bathroom in a grey hoodie and some jeans. When he looks over to the bed by the window he sees Jisung sat up, looking out the window. He wants to say something, he just doesn't know what. Jisung fills the silence instead.
"I feel... dirty." He speaks in a monotone voice.
"What?" Minho isn't sure what he means.
"The way he touched me, I still feel it. I- I don't like it." Jisung pulls his knees up to his chest.
"Jisung-"
"Did you touch me too?" Jisung never looks at Minho.
"Wha- why would I ever do that?" Minho tried to sound reassuring, not condescending. He isn't sure if it worked.
"He did." Jisung's eyes started to fill with tears.
"Jisung," Minho walks over and kneels next to the bed. "I, nor anyone in this dorm, would ever, ever do that to you. That man was a perverted asshat. I told Chan what happened, he won't be aloud back to any of his parties." Jisung nods. After a short moment Minho sighs. "Do you want breakfast?" Jisung shakes his head.
"Not hungry."
"But you should eat." But Jisung doesn't listen, just sits. Minho gets up and walks out of the room, leaving Jisung alone. Minho walks to the fridge and looks for some eggs. Thankfully, they have exactly enough. After frying the eggs and spreading butter on toast, he plates everything and walks back into the room, holding both plate with one hand somehow. But when he enters, Jisung is gone. "Jisung?" Minho yells softly into the room.
"In the bathroom." Jisung yells back. Minho walks to Jisung's bed and places Jisung's plate onto the mattress and sits down. When Jisung emerges, he looks like shit. He has bags under his eyes, his face is flushed, but weirdest of all, he almost limps over to the bed. He stops to see the food on his bed. "You didn't have to-"
"I wanted to." Minho cuts him off and pats next to him. Jisung picks up the plate and begins to eat silently. They eat together without saying a word, a comforting quiet between them.

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