What's left of you | Minsung ✔️

12. The Seams Of Fate

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12.

Jisung blinked. Words blurred together, slipping in and out of focus, up to the point where none made sense anymore. Rubbing his eyes, Jisung sat up. 

"Something wrong, love?" Minho's voice sounded muffled, like through several layers of clothing. 

Jisung's phone slipped from weak fingers when he brought his other hand to his face. "My eyes feel weird." 

Bed sheets rustled, the mattress dipped, Minho was shifting around. "Can I see?" 

Jisung couldn't stop rubbing his eyes; it was like back then a few years ago when he wore colored contacts to match his Halloween costume, maybe they were the wrong size or an allergic reaction, but either way his eyes felt not right back then and they did not now. The only difference was, that there was a dull pressure somewhere in the back, it was strange, even more so that he didn't feel any pain. Just very uncomfortable. 

Warm hands wrapped around his wrists and slowly pulled them down. Jisung's vision was so blurred, he could only recognize Minho by the shadowy outlines of his body in front of him. Squeezing his eyes shut and taking some deep breaths, he allowed himself to relax. 

 When he opened his eyes again, he met Minho's worried gaze. "Are you in pain?" A very soft, almost anxious question, Jisung's heart pinched. 

Jisung shook his head. "I'm okay, I probably need more sleep," he tried soothing Minho, and convince himself that he was fine and not starting to freak out on the inside.

Minho didn't seem to buy it, his face held a tension that was new to Jisung. "Your eyes are a bit red. Could be from the rubbing though." He hummed pensively, eyes flicking over Jisung's face, not noticing how his hands were nervously fidgeting. 

"It's probably just another clusterfuck migraine waiting to burst, you know how it is with me," a loose laugh, "I already feel much better."

Minho glanced at the bedside table where the pills were. 

"Can you give me one, please?" Jisung's request drew his cabinmate's eyes back to him.

"Of course." The smile clearly came out forced, he was trying to hide the growing worry.

Minho got to his feet and prepared the medication along with a bottle of water. Jisung downed the pill with half of the bottle's content in one go. He even opened his mouth and playfully wiggled his tongue to either side, which thankfully made Minho laugh a bit.

They cuddled back into bed and Jisung quickly fell asleep, being questioned by the police earlier took quite a lot out of him. Any and all activities have been canceled for today, so the pair stayed in their cabin, talking about anything that came to their mind, playing games on the (stolen) console, and sharing sweet physical affections. 

Minho closed his eyes, making an effort to consciously enjoy the sound of Jisung's even breathing, the warmth his back provided on his chest, and the subtle honey scent.

Minho appreciated the bond he was able to form with Jisung. He's never been that close with anyone, not even with his best friend, Chan, and they knew each other since elementary school. Maybe this was one of those events where people's paths crossed because the universe decided so. He vaguely remembered an article about such concept from another culture, something like... fate?

As his mind started wandering off, Minho suddenly jolted wide awake. There was loud hammering against the door. Jisung, caught in the drowsiness of the medication's side effect, threw his arms out and almost punched Minho in the face.