NOTES | minsung a.u ON HOLD

saturday night

Minho laid in his bedroom at home, clutching his white pillow to his chest. He stared directly at the ceiling as he let out long and deep breaths. He has been doing this for the past three hours. One would look at him and think he was only bored and daydreaming. Well it was true the boy felt bored, it was false he was daydreaming.

Minho was reflecting in his thoughts.

It was something he did often. Attempting to find the answers for the stuff he does or thinks about. Sometimes it was found impossible, like in that current moment.

On Friday, Changbin told Minho he wouldn't be hanging around with him. It wasn't anything Minho had done. It was Hyunjin. Changbin refused to be in the presence of Hyunjin. It was understandable, but Minho felt conflicted being left to deal with the younger boy. In all honestly Minho did not want to be around Hyunjin either. Not because he was a bad friend or because Minho disliked him, but because of his boyfriend. Now, Minho did not dislike Jisung one bit. He knew that for certain.

So why?

Why did Minho get irritated when Hyunjin spoke about him? Why did Minho feel his heart clench seeing Jisung cling to Hyunjin. His mind raked through all the possibilities for his actions, and could find a single one that made sense. There was no way in hell Minho had feelings for Hyunjin, so he definitely was not jealous. His relationship toward Hyunjin was strictly platonic. So he could possibly jealous in a platonic way?

Not it either. Because, that would not explain the urge to separate the two. Or the urge to tell Jisung about Hyunjin's bad intentions. Why would Minho want to throw one of his best friends under the bus? None of it made sense.

With a frustrated groan he lifted the pillow off his chest and shoved his face into it. He wasn't sure what time it was, although the sun had stopped shining through his window a long time ago. He remembered having a phone call with Woojin earlier, asking the older boy to visit. Unfortunately he had a late class so was unable to make it.

Rolling on to his side, he reached toward his desk chair which had his cellphone laying face down. He flipped the device over and caught a quick look at the time.

11:40 pm.

Mom still isn't home, he thought.

He rolled his eyes and threw his pillow off his body. Deciding to get a late night snack, he kicked his feet off the bed and stood up to make his way out of his room. Just as he stepped out into the hallway, he heard a ring at the buzzer beside the apartment door. He sighed assuming it was his mom asking for him to open the door downstairs. It was a habit that the woman would leave without her keys.

Making his way to the buzzer he clicked on the speaker, "what."

"Hey, let me up?"

Minho furrowed his eyebrows hearing a familiar voice come through the speakers.

"Chan? What are you doing here?"

"It's cold right now, so if you let me in I'll tell you," he compromised.

Minho could basically see his goofy smirk and shook his head, "come on up."

He clicked the button to unlock the door and started to make his way to the kitchen. His mother had made a quick stop at the convenience store last night, so they had a few bags of chips on the counter. Settling on a plain bag of salted chips he popped open the top.

Following that was a knock at Minho's door. Shoving a few chips in his mouth, he walked around the corner to the door and pulled it open. As expected he was greeted by a smiling Chan. He was rocking back and forth on his heels, hands shoved in his pocket.