Say my Name -Minsung-

15: Between us

*4,827 words

Muffled light, gray and fuzzy around the edges, filled the small space of the room. It was comforting, a light that was only achieved on an early winter morning. Snow was falling lazily outside the windows, and Minho, though usually sleepy in a setting like this, was wide awake. He'd been staring at the ceiling for some time, watching as the small cabin transitioned from dark to gray.

He finally turned his head to the side, his cheek finding the material of a cool pillow as he looked at the man sleeping beside him. Jisung was lying on his stomach, his arms tucked under the pillow, his head facing the other direction. The blankets had slid off his bare shoulders, and Minho made sure to fix that as soon as he noticed. He sat up just enough to pull the blankets over Jisung's body again, wishing to say I told you so when he felt how cold his skin was.

When they came to bed, Jisung had thrown his sweater off, insisting that he was too lazy to change before flopping onto the mattress. You'll get cold, Minho had said, and Jisung's response was simple, yeah right.

As for Minho, he wasn't awake because he was cold. He was awake because he hardly slept. He must have been crazy, unable to shut his mind off simply because he realized he loved someone. Most people would happily accept the fact they were in love with someone, right? Then again, 'most people' didn't date Han Jisung.

That was another issue that rose to Minho's attention. He wasn't actually dating anyone. If anything, he was messing around with Jisung. Messing around and being absolutely idiotic with his heart, because Jisung was not the type to love anyone.

Jisung was crazy, simply put. Crazy and disguised. He was an overly confident flirt, cocky on the best of days. But he held secrets, ones that Minho wanted to discover but was afraid to. Secrets that Jisung would likely keep hidden away under an ocean of deception that one could only hope to cross without falling to the roaming beasts that protected those secrets.

Deep diving into Jisung and his life was a death wish to the soul. Yet it was a trap that ensnared Minho long ago, a trap he never fought to escape from. He was floating on crystal blue waters, but the moment he dove under the surface and swam toward the murky depths further down, Jisung would use every defense at his disposal to keep Minho away.

All together, this was why Minho remained quiet from his place beside Jisung. He wanted to protect himself, he wanted to avoid heartbreak and teeth bared in defense. But he couldn't avoid Jisung. He couldn't walk away. So he was stuck. Trapped. Two doors stood before him, and neither were welcoming.

The bed shifted, drawing Minho out of the cloud that was circling his mind for the last two hours.

"What time is it?" Jisung's groggy voice came.

Minho woke up a little more fully and reached for where he'd tucked his phone under the pillow. "It's seven. We don't have to leave for another few hours, you can keep sleeping."

Jisung rolled over, breathing deeply to wake his lungs up and running a hand over his face. "If I'm going to keep sleeping then I'm not doing it by myself."

"I'm right-" Minho was cut off by Jisung grabbing his arm and practically yanking him to lay back down.

Jisung snuggled up against Minho right away, pulling the covers to fall over both of them while he laid his head on Minho's chest. "It's cold and you're staying right here, got it?"

A smile threatened Minho's lips, as seemed to happen a lot with this crazy man. "I told you so."

Jisung huffed, settling down with an arm over Minho's stomach and his nose moving to tuck into his neck. "I'm always cold when I wake up, it's not because of the wintery weather."