Lies || minsung ✔️

chapter thirteen

July

Jisung relaxed into Minho's embrace. 

"I'll go get the guest room ready then," Minho said softly, releasing Jisung. As his grip softened, Jisung held him tighter. 

"Hyung, is it okay if I sleep in your bed?" Jisung mumbled, pushing his face into Minho's shirt. He tried to hide his tears from Minho's view.

"I-in my bed? God, are you sure, Jisung?" Minho was concerned that things were too personal for Jisung, and he didn't want to make him uncomfortable. He wasn't going to ruin his relationship with the brown haired boy just like that. 

Jisung grew timid. "Well, I guess I could stay in the guest bedroom then..."

"No," Minho commanded. "I'll get some extra pillows." He didn't ever want to hear Jisung so shy and scared again.

Jisung followed Minho around the apartment, warily looking into every corner and eyeing the long, slanting shadows as if something were lurking among them. 

Should I ask him about what's bothering him? Minho wondered, noticing how Jisung jumped at every little noise the house made. Does he want to talk about it in the first place? Maybe it's too personal.

The awkward silence (caw caw caw) was killing Minho, but he didn't know whether it was his place to ask what was happening. So, they moved wordlessly throughout the house until they were back in Minho's bedroom. 

He tossed the blankets and pillows on the bed, then he turned to Jisung. "Jisungie," he said soothingly, "do you need a toothbrush? More comfortable clothes?"

He couldn't meet Minho's eyes. "A...a toothbrush would be nice." Minho nodded and pulled out an extra toothbrush. He gave him the tube of toothpaste and left the bathroom to pull out some extra clothes just in case Jisung wanted them. 

Then his mind started to wander. Is Jisung getting a drawer in Minho's bathroom? He is staying the night, and now he has a toothbrush at Minho's apartment. No, now's not the time for this!

Jisung sauntered back into the bedroom, and he saw the baggy t-shirt and sweats Minho pulled out for him

"Oh, uh...those are just in case you wanted comfier clothes," Minho muttered, still very confused and slightly uncomfortable about this entire situation. 

Jisung smiled weakly. "Okay," he croaked, his voice hoarse from crying. Jisung peeled off his shirt.

Minho had to physically restrain himself from shouting. "Jisung!" He shrieked, panicked. Did he look away? It was a particularly nice view though. And, Minho has seen Jisung in a swimsuit, so it was okay, right?

By the time Minho had the courage to look up again, Jisung was already changed. Minho tried to ignore the slight pang of disappointment that he didn't see more.

Jisung crawled into the bed and curled up into a ball. His cheeks were squished on the pillow, and his puffy eyes were slowly closing.

Jisung held his hand out towards Minho, his lips forming into a pout. Minho grinned and, somewhat reluctantly, laid down next to Jisung. He made sure that there was a good two feet in between them at all times. 

"Thank you, Minho," Jisung murmured, his eyes still close. His mouth was turned up into a small smile. He yawned. "I can explain it in the morning."

And just like that, he was alseep.

Minho, however, was wide awake.

This always seemed to happen. Minho felt a wave of deja vu. Wasn't this the exact same as what happened in Chan's cabin?