Ying&Yang °•Minsung•°

6.1

When Jisung awoke in the whitened rooms of the infirmary for the second time in a row he knew something had gone horribly wrong.

"What the hell happened? It's all a blur..."

But one image stood clear:

Felix. Felix crying infact.

Jisung didn't want to think of what his feral self could've possibly done to hurt him.

"I turned again. Now he probably thinks I'm a monster too... He won't want to be my friend anymo-"

"Jisung..." the softest voice said from beside him.

He turned and deja vu hit him hard.
Minho was sat on the chair next to his bed, looking tired. But his eyes were kind.

Jisung's gaze dropped to the crackled skin of his hand and he felt disgusting.

"I really do ruin everything I touch..."

"Hey..."

Minho poked him, forcing him to turn his head towards him:

"Everyone's unharmed... Felix is just a bit shaken but he doesn't blame you"

Jisung pursed his lips:
"Bullshit..." he mumbled.

Minho's expression instantly turned from kind to stern:
"Don't <<bullshit>> me I'm telling the truth. We're all doing our best, you included"

Jisung turned until his face was buried into the pillow:

"What if my best isn't enough?" he asked, voice muffled and shakey.

Silence followed.

Then Jisung felt a weight drop onto the cuscion beside him.

"Ji..."

Minho suddenly seemed very close.

"Aren't you being too hard on yourself?"

With all the time they had spent stuck at eachother's side had come a sort of... comfortable routine they had slipped into.
Jisung was so used to being around Minho that he had almost forgotten what it was like to not have him around.

He was used to his voice, to his vicinity, to his antics...

Then why did he feel so tense now?

"I screwed up twice, Minho." he stated, trying to hold back tears.

"Mhh" the other hummed and leaned closer until their heads touched:

"If you want I could stay here all day, narrating all the times I screwed up. And I assure you, it would take all day"

At that, Jisung snorted. He couldn't help it.

His heart was beating so fast.
The awareness that if he just turned around he'd see Minho in bed with him was messing with his head.

"But you're the strongest..." he mumbled, trying to distract himself.

It was Minho's turn to be amused:
"And you think that happened overnight?? I tried, I made many, many mistakes but then I kept going. Trained. And slowly, I stopped fucking up..."

Jisung felt a little guilty.
Some part of him had actually thought Minho had always been like this... A natural born leader with incredible skills. He just couldn't imagine him any different.

But he was right...
They were all human.
And mistakes are inherently human.
The important thing was...

"Don't start thinking this is <<your true best>>, nerd. You still have so much undiscovered potential... Giving up before reaching your prime would be such a waste"

At that, Jisung turned around.
When he met Minho's gaze it wavered the slightest bit.

"The important thing is to learn from them."

"Aren't you scared I'll take your title from you?" he teased.

His face was bare millimeters away from Minho's.

He scoffed and avoided his eyes completely:
"Hah, you wish"

"Is that a challenge?"

"It's not. You have no chance of winning so-"

"Are you sure about that?"

And as Minho's eyes glimmered with the need to prove himself Jisung realized he really didn't care what anyone else thought of him anymore.

As long as Minho recognized him, he'd be fine.

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