Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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Jisung wanted to run, he wanted to act like he had never ran into Minho so he could continue his plan. He knew Minho would stop him. And that's what he did. Jisung couldn't run because Minho was hugging him. Jisung just stood there. Soon he felt his shoulder growing wet. He heard a sob from Minho. Jisung's eye widened. This is the most emotion he has ever seen Minho show. He didn't think Minho would care this much at all. He tried to push the weeping boy away but his grip on him only got stronger. Jisung could feel the tears starting to emerge in his eyes. He didn't want to cry. But for some reason, having Minho hug him felt so good, almost relieving. His stomach was warm and his heart was racing. His mind was reeling as he soon gave into the hug, and hugged back. "You are coming to my dorm, okay?" Minho speaks sternly, as if what he is saying is fact.
"O-okay." Jisung's voice is wobbly, but he steadies himself after the hug. Minho grabs Jisung's hand after wiping away his tears and begins to walk in the direction of the dorm.
"Where were you?" Minho asked softly. Jisung didn't answer for a moment. "Hm?" Minho implored him to answer.
"I... was staying at a hotel." Jisung stuttered.
"Did you know where I was?"
"Of course."
"How?" Jisung faltered.
"Do you not remember the accident?"
"You were there?!" Minho turned to Jisung, who had stoped walking and turned to him. He was looking down at his shoes when he spoke in a broken voice.
"I caused it, the crash."
"How-" Minho abruptly stopped as his eyes widened in realization. "No." He was in disbelief.
"I jumped in front of your car, I caused you to go to the hospital. I'm sorry." Tears began to well up in both their eyes, but for very different reasons. "I know you hate me now so I'll just go." Jisung turned away to walk in the other direction when suddenly Minho pulled him back into a second hug.
"I can't believe you actually tried to do it. I'm so so sorry Jisung. This is my fault. Please don't go." Jisung didn't know what to say.
"But... I hurt you. How do you not despise me? You could have died!"
"And so could you!" Minho pulled back to look at Jisung's eyes. "Promise me you'll never do it again." Jisung's heart felt heavy. He couldn't make that promise.
"I... can't. Why do you care you barely know me! You barely like me!" Jisung tried to pull away again but failed once more.
"I do like you! A lot! And I'm sorry I didn't show it before! I-" he sighs before continuing. "My mom died. That's why I have been distant. The moment I saw you being touched by that guy something sparked in me. And I still don't know what it was. But I had this strange feeling to let you in. And then my dad called. He yelled at me for many things that I'm not ready to share yet. But I'm sorry. I should have communicated. I promise to do better. I'll let you in. But please, please, let me in too." Minho's voice was so sincere. All Jisung could do was take in the new information. He looked up at Minho and, eventually, nodded. Again, they hugged. This one was different though, more vulnerable.

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"JISUNG!" Felix ran into Jisung with a hug the moment he saw them enter the dorm. Tears were flowing out of his eyes. "I thought- we all thought- how could you-" many thought ran through Felix's head and none of them came out in full sentences.
"I know, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Jisung hugged back.Everyone was invited over, so soon the whole group was in a group hug. After a while they all sat in the living room. The group pestered Jisung to tell them exactly what happened and where he was. They found out about how he jumped in front of Mimi's car. They also found out the he had been cutting himself multiple times a day, and not treating the wounds. As well as the fact that he had been living off of cup ramen the past few weeks. With that, they all decided to have a self care day, in which they would treat Jisung's cuts, go out to have a nice big meal, and come home to play some games. Jisung was hesitant. He didn't feel like he deserved any of it. He felt like he should be right back where he was, cooped up in a small room, alone, with barely any food. To be honest he still wanted to... well, you know. But he couldn't now. Not after seeing how much it would hurt the people around him. And they barely knew him, yet they cared so much. He felt lucky, but when was he very lucky? He was just waiting for something to go wrong. But at the moment, he was just distracted enough to finally enjoy himself. Minho had taken Jisung to the bathroom to clean his still open cuts. Minho almost cried once again when he saw how many there were. Hi entire upper thighs would just be scar tissue if they didn't do something about it soon. Jisung winced as Minho put disinfectant on the cuts. Wiping them clean and bandaging them. Minho sat on the floor as Jisung sat on to of the toilet lid. Minho had given him shorts so he could get to his thighs without pulling his pants down. Jisung was thankful for this. Jisung looked down at Minho. But the boy could feel his stare. So when he finished, he looked up at Jisung, a soft smile playing on his lips. Jisung felt heat rise to his cheeks. Minho hit up and placed a hand onto Jisung's face, which was now pointed upward towards Minho's.
"Let's go. You need to eat." Minho spoke softly. Jisung just nodded as Minho pulled him up gently and led him out of the bathroom.
"Okay! Let's figure out what we are getting to eat." Felix sang. The decided on bibimbop and went out to eat. Jisung stuffed his face way too fast and almost ended up throwing it all back up. But when Minho rubbed circles on his back, his stomach calmed. He took a deep breath and leaned away from the toilet he was bent over.
"Sorry." Jisung murmured.
"Don't apologize. Your body just needs time to adjust, no worries." Jisung looked up to a smile that, slowly, he was getting used to seeing. But he could never get used to the butterflies that flew into his stomach when he saw it. The rest of the night was loud and obnoxious. It was spent in Minho's and the others' dorm and they played lots of games. Eventually, everyone grew tired and everyone decided to sleep over. Some took the couch, some went to their rooms.  Minho and Jisung went to their separate beds. But after a while, Minho felt a tap on his shoulder and he rolled over in bed to see Jisung standing there.
"Something wrong?" Minho whispered.
"Can you- um, could we possibly like... I can't sleep so-" Jisung was picking at his cuticles as he spoke, clearly nervous. But Minho got the message. He lifted the blanket and patted the bed, to which Jisung smiled and crawled into it. To Jisung's surprise, Minho pulled him into his chest in a hug. Jisung snuggled up against him, and soon, they were both fast asleep in each others' arms.

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