8 Idiots {Minchan}

TWENTY SIXXX

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Minho POV:

The four of us were sober once again, the alcohol mildly killing our minds with headaches but we were alright. Or physically at least, mentally Jisung seemed to be dead.

Hyunjin had texted me last night but without much details, it sounded like Jeongin was doing much worse. My heart ached seeing how both of them were in so much pain.

"What should we do?" Seungmin asked, seeing how quiet it was.

"I think it's best if we all head home." I sigh but it was true. Jisung and Jeongin had to talk it out.

"But—"

"There are no buts, you're going to see Jeongin today, I know you miss him." I warn.

"I do, but he doesn't want me."

"You don't know that, talk to him and find out." The assumptions these two made were killing me. "I'll go with you but I'm not standing there while you two talk."

"Okay." Jisung gave in.

"Hyunjin's with Jeongin, I'll tag along with you two." Seungmin chimed in.

"Changbin's probably hungry, I'll have to go." Felix frowned.

"It's alright, bye Lixie." Jisung waved. The younger

. . .

The three of us stood outside Jeongin's and Jisung's apartment. I knocked seeing how still Jisung was frozen, Seungmin nodded agreeing it was the right decision to make.

A few knocks and the front door opened with Hyunjin and a solemn face.

"About time you got here," He sighed. "Seungminnie!" He cheered once he noticed Seungmin was here.

"Good morning," His voice was muffled from his face being stuffed in Hyunjin's chest from a nice big hug.

"I missed you,' He whined.

"Mmm, good for you," Seungmin mumbled, pushing Hyunjin off him. "I guess we're heading out," Seungmin muttered looking at Ji and I. Jisung nodded at him letting him know it was alright. And so the couple took off shortly leaving me with Jisung and Jeongin who I presumed was still inside.

"I'll wait out here," I say. I don't want to third wheel them and also let them have their privacy. I could see the tension held between Jisung and the door. "I'm sure he misses you. Ji." I rub his back urging him.

"Thank you Hyung," Jisung whispered, he took a deep breath and took a step in. I smiled sympathetically— It will go well, I know so.

3rd Person Pov

Jisung walked into his apartment, the familiar air entering his lungs. It felt like home, but he was frightened whether it would last or not. He prayed it did— their relationship was the best thing that happened to him.

Cutting it off meant killing his lifeline.

"Jeongin?" Jisung called softly, not finding the male. No response. The home is silent, "I know you can hear me." Jisung frowned as the silence continued to reign.

"Do you need something?" Jeongin walked out the bedroom. His eyes seemed dead, tired.

"I need you," Jisung spoke out. Though he was playing a risky game— he didn't want to give up on what they had.

"No you don't," Jeongin shook his head— his hand coming up to rub his temples.

"Yes I do," Jisung's voice came out as a sob. The boy looked at the tired one, his eyes scanning his body as he noticed his hand. A bandage wrapped around. "What happened to your hand?" Jisung tried not to yell, his heart sank.