Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter eleven

July

Minutes passed, but Jisung sat, paralyzed, desperately trying to mask the booms of the fireworks. He was almost hysterical, with warm tears streaming down his face.

Outside, the other eight boys were watching the fireworks happily.

"What's taking Jisung so long? Do you think he's taking a shit?" Minho asked playfully, nudging Woojin. 

He grinned back and said, "If you're so concerned about Jisung, why don't you go check on him then?"

Minho smiled, knowing that the had just been exposed. "I will," he said cheekily, flashing at smile at the others before going inside.

"Jisungie?" Minho called out. No response. He saw a sliver of light coming from underneath the bathroom door and went up to it. He knocked lightly and softly called, "Jisung?"

The brown haired boy jumped. He was exhausted and delirious. When he heard the rap on the door, he started and scrambled to his feet. 

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I'm coming out now," Jisung stammered, standing unsteadily and checking his reflection. He looked like a wreck, but he hoped that Minho wouldn't notice.

Unfortunately, Minho was much more observant than Jisung hoped.

When he opened the door, Minho gasped, "Good lord, you don't look fine, Jisungie." He eyed Jisung up and down. "You okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

Jisung stopped and considered Minho's offer. Honestly, he didn't want to go outside again and hear the fireworks. Another one went off, the harsh noise making Jisung flinch.

Minho frowned, and muttered, "Be right back." Jisung was alone again, standing just outside of the bathroom, quivering. Then, Minho was back.

"You should go lay down," he commented, and Jisung nodded. Minho guided him as they stumbled to Jisung's bedroom. Minho watched sternly as Jisung climbed into bed, making sure that he was safe and sound.

"Okay, I'm just gonna grab some wat-" 

"No!" Jisung whined. "J-just..." He held his hand out to Minho weakly. Minho couldn't say no to Jisung's pout and puppy dog eyes. 

"Ah, okay," Minho smiled, happy that he could be there for Jisung. "I also brought you this," he said, holding his phone and a pair of earbuds up.

Jisung nodded and patted the open spot next to him on the bed. Minho warily sat next to him, eyeing Jisung to make sure that he was okay. Then, once they were comfortable, Minho offered Jisung an earbud, and they quietly listened to music together. 

Neither boy moved, but both were wide awake, acutely aware of each other. Still, the silence wasn't awkward; it was reassuring and comforting.

"It's just that..." Jisung mumbled quietly, burying his face in the blankets.

"Hm?" Minho questioned. "Jisung, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Jisung shook his head. "It's just...my dad passed away when I was little. And those...those loud noises from the fireworks...it was my fault, and-"

"Hush, Jisung," Minho said stubbornly, putting a finger over Jisung's lips. "It passed now, and I don't ever want to hear you blame yourself for anything ever again."

Jisung smiled weakly, basking in Minho's affection. "But you don't understand-"

"Shh!" Minho scolded, turning the music up. "Nope, I don't want to hear anymore of that. Just listen to the music, my Jisungie."

They laid in silence again. When Minho looked over, Jisung had falled asleep, his cheek resting on Minho's shoulder.

Minho's face heated. "Shit," he whispered. He wanted to cover his face, but he couldn't move because it would wake up Jisung. Heart pounding, Minho carefully extracted himself from Jisung and set his head on the pillow. He sat up, looking down at the brown-haired boy with his puffy eyes and fluffy hair. 

"Aish, get yourself together," Minho chided, and crept out of the room. He went back outside.

He told the others that Jisung fell asleep and that Minho was also going to go in for the night. Everyone said good night and continued to watch the fireworks. Then, Minho washed up for the night and changed into comfier clothes. As he walked by, he stared at Jisung's door, which was slightly ajar.

Minho went upstairs and got a glass of water, then quietly made his way back into the basement. He snuck back into Jisung's room and set the glass of water on his nightstand. Just before Minho walked out, he turned around and took another look at the beautiful boy in bed. A sliver of light from the hallway shone in, illuminating a fraction of Jisung's breathtaking face. Minho noticed that the earbuds had fallen out of Jisung's ear, so he carefully leaned over the sleeping boy and fixed them.

Jisung stirred, pulling the blankets up higher. "Cold," he mumbled. "Lay down." 

Minho stopped in his tracks, looking back at Jisung with wide eyes. It seemed like the boy had fallen asleep again. I could leave, Minho thought to himself. But why would I turn down the offer?

Minho climbed into bed next to Jisung. As soon as he was under the blankets, Jisung sidled up next to him, sighing contently. 

"Ah, Jisungie," Minho whispered. His heart was pounding. He looked over, seeing that Jisung was fast asleep with the earbuds still blasting music into his ears.

"Ah, you can't hear me right, Jisungie?" Minho asked softly. "Because I don't know what you would do if you heart me say this but..."

"I think I like you, Jisung."

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