Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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"Another party?" Jisung was perplexed at how much his new friends liked partying so much.
"Yeah, but you don't have to come if you don't want to." Felix looked down at his shoes, sad his friend was possibly not going to go out with him and the others. Jisung saw this and held back a sigh. It's not that he didn't like partying, he just didn't expect to do it every other day.
"I'll come." Felix looked up at Jisung when he said this, a bright and excited smile on his face.
"Really? Yes!" He pumps his fist up in victory. "I'll tell the guys." He pulled his phone out and rapidly typed a text to the group chat. Jisung then realized that he would, again, have to barrow clothes from someone. This thought was answered by clothes being pushed into his arms. Minho was handing him an outfit. The moment Jisung grasped the thought that he was being handed something and took hold, Minho walked away to the couch. He didn't even question why Felix was there. 'He must have gotten the text from Felix. Damn he's fast. But... why give me his clothes? And why does he care? He's  been so distant. Maybe he doesn't like me after finding out how I cope. Fuck. I'm such a fuck up, couldn't I just keep it a secret? I don't want him to hate me, I really want him to like me.'  Minho was already dressed. This time around, he wore a black mesh shirt with embroidery all over it. He had silver earrings and chain around his neck. Jisung looked at him as he stood in the middle of the living room. Minho felt his stare, but he wanted to be sure. So, sure enough, he looks up to see Jisung look away quickly, but not quickly enough. Minho keeps himself from smiling and looks back down to scroll on his phone.
"Ok let's go get you some clothes. Jeongin and Changbin are getting ready in their room." After Felix brings him out of his thoughts, he looks down at the clothes in Jisung hands. "Oh You already got clothes? Damn you're fast. Come on let's get changed." Felix pushes Jisung into his room. "I'll be back with everyone else once we're ready. BRB!" He runs off. Jisung looks down at the clothes Minho gave him. He hold them up to see them better. 'A leather jacket and tshirt huh? He even gave me a belt.' Jisung slips it all on and goes into his bathroom to do his hair. Looking in the mirror he freezes. He doesn't know how to style his hair, not in an outfit like this. He never dresses like this. He move his head in the mirror to look at his hair, moving his hand up to move a couple of strands. 'I have no idea what I'm doing.' Before he can give up, he felt a hand on his shoulder and was spun towards the doorway. Minho grabs Jisung chin and points it to face him. He then proceeds to style Jisung's hair for him. A heavy blush falls on Jisung's cheeks, but he doesn't protest. Without realizing it, he slightly leans into his touch. Minho stoped and grabbed a bag that sat on the sink. He pulls out a couple of brushes and a pallet.
"Close your eyes." Minho commands as he opens the pallet and chooses a brush.
"W-what?" Jisung isn't sure what exactly is happening. Minho finally looks him in the eye with a raised brow. He seems to raid his brow a lot.
"I said close your eyes." He wasn't upset or anything, he just repeated himself, and Jisung complied. When he closed his eyes he felt a hand hold his chin and pull him closer. Jisung's heart skipped a beat. He felt a brush touch his eyelid, but he also felt something else, something he found way more interesting. He felt Minho's breath. He was very close to him. Jisung heart beat got faster and faster. But something played on his mind.
"Minho?" Jisung spoke. He got a hum in response. "Why are you helping me?" He felt Minho freeze. He seemed to think throughly on his response, but all he could think up was "I... don't know." Jisung didn't know what to say. 'He doesn't know? What the fuck is that even supposed to mean? How can he not know?' Jisung let Minho work, staying silent the rest of the time he spent doing his makeup. After a few minutes, Minho finally leaned back. He kept his grasp on Jisung's chin and moved it a little to get different angles of his face.
"Okay." He said, proud of his work. "You're good." Minho was now desperately avoiding looking at Jisung. What did he just do? Why'd he have to do such a good job? Now he couldn't even look at Jisung before his stomach filled with butterflies. Jisung opens his eyes, he was sad that his gaze didn't meet Minho's, who was cleaning up the makeup. He then looked into the mirror and a gasp escaped his throat. Minho looked up, scared he did something wrong.
"Holy fuck! How are you so good at makeup? Is that me?" Jisung leaned in towards the mirror, utterly shocked that he looked so pretty. He didn't look like a different person, more like his features were extremely complemented. His eyeshadow was his favorite part. Jisung turned to look at Minho when he heard a light laugh. He was smiling. It had been a minute since he had seen him smile. 'What had been keeping him from smiling?' Jisung smiles a little as well, happy he could finally see Minho happy, especially since he caused it. But the smile disappeared just as quickly as it came.
"The rest will be here soon." Minho said. "I finish up in here." Jisung thought he probably wanted to do his own makeup, so he thanked him with a wide smile and gave him some space. Just in time in fact. As when Jisung stepped out of the room, he heard a nock on the door to the dorm. He opens it to see four people in front of him. They all gasped at the sight of him.
"You put on makeup?" Felix said as he stepped into the dorm. Jisung blushed slightly, reliving the process of putting it on.
"Wow you're good with makeup. Why haven't we seen you in it before?" Chan asked as he followed Felix.
"Well..." Jisung rubs the back of his neck. "Minho actually did it for me. He's in the bathroom doing his own." Chan pauses as the other two walk in. "Minho did that? For you?" Chan seemed genuinely confused.
"Y-yeah, is that a problem?" Jisung felt a ping of nervousness hit his stomach.
"No! No not at all. Just, didn't expect him to be so... kind, I guess." Chan shrugged and went with the group to the living room.
After a short Minho joined the group, staying just as distant from the group as he had been with Jisung. There was conversation and some laughter. Time passed quickly as they were having fun. That is until Felix checked the time.
"Oh shit we might be late! Who's driving?" Chan and Minho raised their hands. And with that, they exit the dorm for the party.

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