What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

6. The Butterflies

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6.

Joints cracked as Jisung stretched his arms. He was able to sleep through the night and not wake up once, so he welcomed the feeling of waking up feeling rejuvenated the next morning. The early sun sent her soft rays through the cracks and into the cabin where the blinds weren't fully closed. Jisung stayed in bed for a while, enjoying the comfortable quiet before he got up and opened the window. The air smelled of dew, icy fresh and moist. He inhaled deeply.

Yesterday, after they had arrived back at the camp, they told him that he was allowed to abstain from physically demanding activities. At least until he had examinations done and the diagnosis suggested otherwise. There wasn't much the doctor at the parkour park could have done.

Not wanting to startle his cabinmate, Jisung quietly closed the window. His bag was still on the floor next to his bed, clothes and other items were all a disorganized mess. There was a spacious closet, why not use it? He rummaged through the bag, grabbed fresh underwear, and locked the bathroom door.

With the towel over his shoulders, Jisung exited the bathroom, sending clouds of steam outside. He felt fresh and so good. On the way back to his bed, something caught his eye. On Minho's nightstand there was a framed picture, the glass was reflecting the light and made it blink. On tiptoes, Jisung stepped closer and squinted. Three cats with big round eyes. Adorable. Jisung wondered if those belonged to Minho.

Minho as a cat-butler? Now that would be something. Him all snuggled up, suffocated by furbabies, his beautiful face sticking out, smiling.

Before he knew it, Jisung started grinning like an idiot. If he didn't have ears, he would've smiled all around his face. Suddenly, Minho moved in his bed, startling Jisung who quickly made a beeline to where he intended to go in the first place- the closet.

Shortly after breakfast, Jisung returned to his cabin. Minho had missed it and when Jisung saw him sitting on his bed, he sighed with relief. "Good morning," Jisung sang with a smile.

"Morning," Minho grumbled.

"I brought you something."

Jisung placed something on the desk. Several pancakes wrapped in a napkin, two small portions of jam, a fried egg with mini sausages on a plate, and a glass of orange juice. Don't ask how he managed to smuggle all of that away, this was Jisung we're talking about.

Minho stepped closer. He was squinting, eyes still a bit heavy with sleep. He pointed at himself and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Jisung nodded.

"Why?" Minho asked, but Jisung just shrugged, finding Minho's disbelief quite amusing. "Thank you."

Jisung took a step back, he could have sworn Minho wanted to hug him. Or even just slap him on the shoulder. God, Jisung, pull yourself together.

Jisung flopped down on his bed and played a game on his phone. From the corner of his eyes he secretly observed Minho. How he gulped down every piece of food. How he got ready to take a shower. How he came back, droplets of water rolling down his neck, how the sun rays illuminated his tanned skin...

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8:15am Gymnastics

Jisung felt great, as if he could rip out a tree by its roots – perfectly able to engage in some light exercise. But he was denied to even set foot in the gym. Begrudgingly, he turned around and left. From now until the afternoon, he had nothing to do. Finance class had been canceled. He didn't mind though.

As he trudged along the gravel road, up to where the cabins were, his path was blocked by two figures. Scowling, he looked up and recognized Changbin and the beanstalk-boy. Did Jisung ever learn his name?