Popular Song [Jigyu]

Color 8

'He practices this late?'

Tilting his head, his back aching by the uncomfortable posture against the wall for long hours and the stiffness dreading for him to move his limbs in slow movement. An ache tainting his movement, and he let out a deep breath, glancing at his phone to check the time. The many papers of sketches crowding around him to accompany the loneliness within the halls of the music building, and he read the time as the placement of the moon rises highly within midnight. Mingyu hasn't seen Jihoon leave the practice room to eat, drink, or use the bathroom. 

It worries him.

Stiffly, the taller gathered his belongings and tucked them away into his bag with a slight tremble in his hands. His head slightly in pain by the lack of food and water filling his system, however he only leaves to use the bathroom as he couldn't exactly ignore his body, fully. However, Jihoon has the skill to do so, and Mingyu knows the consequences of his own rejection towards his personal needs. Truly, Jihoon is the most hard-working musician on campus. Lifting himself up with shaky limbs, he stretches out his limbs to ruin the stiffness within his bones.

The straining within his limbs relieving by the stretches, and he let out deep breaths of content. He could hear the silence behind the walls, and Jihoon's music hasn't filled his ears for the past 15 minutes. Thinking pessimistically, Mingyu reaches the wooden door and faintly knock, hoping to hear the musician's voice to relieve his own worry. However, only a silence answered back to his action, and the taller decided to open the door with fair amount of hesitation. Surely, Jihoon will yell at him, again. But, Mingyu could never control the richness of his golden heart.

Opening the door and visiting the sight of the moonlight trespassing into the practice room, a silver spotlight cast upon the musician on the piano. However, the musician was still and Mingyu instantly came to his aid, thinking something had happened. Surely, something did happen. Noticing the untouched lunch and water bottle for Jihoon, Mingyu pouted to himself as he places a hand onto Jihoon's forehead. His skin heated, and Mingyu knows his sickness is because of his own neglect.

"Jihoon, why do you do this to yourself?" whispers the brunette, gathering Jihoon's belongings and tucking them into his own bag. Taking Jihoon's neglected lunch, Mingyu had disposed of it however kept the water bottle for the older to keep. Picking up the shorter and resting him against his own back, the weight of shorter concerning enough as Mingyu easily lifted him. "It's either your height or your actual weight," mumbles the brunette to himself, ignoring the pain in his head and the tiredness within his limbs. Mingyu had tasted the medicine of Jihoon's practice.

It is a bitter experience. However, Mingyu is always one to be loyal and someone who usually eats with someone. Supposedly, he adapted to someone accompanying him when he has lunch and dinner. Of course, Mingyu doesn't want to eat if Jihoon isn't going to eat despite his own personal starvation. It is fair for the two of them.

A fair share of pain for both of them.

Carrying the short blonde upon his back, Mingyu carried him out the music department building and walked off to Soonyoung's dorm. Thinking of the many excuses to say to the senior, as he couldn't exactly say that Jihoon and him are friends. Personally, Mingyu couldn't exactly see Jihoon as a friend, however he remained to care. Supposedly, the richness of his heart had became more wealthy due to seeing Jihoon's breakdown. The musician suffers more than others. 

Lee Jihoon is always one to be hated or admired from afar. 

But, Mingyu learned that the musician is human just as anyone. 

Woozi is someone else and it seems like everyone knows Woozi more than Jihoon.

Arriving at the dorm after the struggle and shakiness of pacing up the stairs to Soonyoung's dorm, he let out a deep sigh of relief. He hates how the elevator is cheap in the buildings. In fact, he couldn't exactly trust the fact that a shitty elevator will take him anywhere, as he is afraid to be stuck in a elevator. Especially with a short musician who would be absolutely pissed at the poor artist. Kicking the door as a knock, the musician shifted on his back but didn't awaken. Thankfully, Mingyu won't be yelled at with the blonde clinging onto his back.