minsung fluff

jealousy

erm when I wrote this I didn't realize Felix and Jeongin and Minho literally all slept in the same room. So it's not accurate in that way. But like ,, seriously can JYP not afford separate rooms for their best selling artists???? I'm mad but whatever. Enjoy

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Jisung wakes up with a start, and a sick, uneasy feeling lands in the pit of his stomach.

For a moment, all Jisung can hear is his own unsteady breathing. He mulls over the dream — it was more like a nightmare, but he doesn't want to be dramatic — he was awoken by, staring at the ceiling.

When he wakes up in the night like this, it's hard for him to get back to sleep. Most times he will stay in bed and try not to think until the darkness lulls him unconscious.

But some nights — like this one — it's very hard not to think.

He glances at the alarm clock on his bedside table. One-thirty am.

Jisung makes an executive decision, sitting up, sliding on his slippers, and stomping bitterly — yet sleepily — out of his room.

He doesn't bother turning on any of the lights as he makes his way through through the dorm — he knows it well enough to not bump into anything. (Except of course Hyunjin leaves his shoes in the middle of the hallway. Jisung trips over them, catches himself, and keeps going — muttering the whole time.)

Jisung doesn't know the halls as well, so he runs his fingertips along the wall to find his destination. He yawns, wondering to himself if this is a bad idea... He doesn't stop walking.

Jisung opens the door to Minho's dorm with little to no sound, pushing on it to keep the hinges from creaking. It's harder not to collide with anything here, as he doesn't know the ins and outs nearly as well — as well as he should, by this point.

Minho's door is even trickier to open. Jisung doesn't want him to think he's a cat burglar — "Squirrel burglar," Minho would correct him, and Jisung would purposely step on his foot — so he opens it in slow motion, the whole time praying to God for just one thing to go right.

Jisung closes the door again, no noise made, and he smiles triumphantly, looking blindly into the dark room.

Jisung can see Minho's silhouette vaguely in the blackness; just an oval of rumpled-up blankets and a blue teddy bear that Jisung won for him at an amusement park. (Minho named her Lee-Han Chunae and introduced her to all the members — even though he swore stuffed animals meant nothing to him.)

Jisung sits crosslegged on the floor, so he's eye-level with sleeping Minho's face, and stops to admire him for a brief moment. Jisung still doesn't know how things ever worked out between them. He doesn't know how they haven't been found out either. (Just a week or so ago, Jisung couldn't help it and he patted Minho on the butt while they were on stage. To make up for it, Jisung has tries to act coldly toward Minho whenever they're on camera. Minho says Jisung is a terrible actor.)

While Jisung stares at the comatose boy in front of him, heartache washes over him. Maybe not enough time has gone by for him to really know if things worked out.

"Hyung," Jisung says softly. "Minho."

Minho's eyes open, and slowly uncross.

"Jisung," Minho grumbles. His hair is a tangled tuft on the top of his head, and he's wearing his soft grey pyjamas. Jisung's favourite. "What... I mean, hello."

Jisung forgets his worries for a moment. "Hey."

"Are you okay?" Minho asks, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm fine. Are you decent?"