Do that again || MINSUNG

XVI

"Sungie, I don't know what the fuck to do, surely, there are more Bang Chan's with pale skin and fluffy hair in the area? Surely?" Minho almost sounded like he was begging. He had locked himself in one of the toilet cubicles on his school campus before calling Jisung, needing to rant to his boyfriend.

Jisung was still at home, he had night classes while Minho had morning classes, so they basically missed each other constantly, which sucked.

But right now, Minho was really thankful for their different rosters. He could rant to his boyfriend without disturbing his classes.

"I don't know what to tell you, kitty. I don't want to lie, it seems really unlikely that there are multiple Bang Chan's in Gimpo, I'm really sorry, kitten, should I come to campus to pick you up?"

"No, I haven't actually seen him, I'm fine, but, I'm just worried for Jeongin. And if he wanted me to meet Chan he's going to get a heart attack because me and Chan know each other and I'm terrified, and, fuck," Minho exhaled shakily, hearing keys jingle on the other side of the line.

"I'm coming to campus, baby. It's not necessarily to come pick you up, I just want to be able to comfort you right now. Is that okay?"

"Stay on the phone with me until I'm there," Minho had nodded at both things, humming quietly when he realized Jisung wasn't able to see his nods.

"Okay kitty, you're being really good, look at you, breathing so well! You're doing such a good job at staying calm, I'm really proud," the younger boy said, panting slightly which made it evident that Jisung did run down the stairwell, rushing to get to the older although he had made it clear that he was fine. Minho heard the car door slam shut and the car start (it was an older car and it definitely struggled).

"Hm, get here quick," the older sighed before hearing the door open, tensing up. Come on, it was going to be alright. Someone just needed to pee.

"You still there, kitty?" Jisung had asked back, Minho scrambling to lower his phone's volume. 

"Yeah. Someone just entered the toilets, 'm being paranoid," the taller whispered back, his eyes widening as he realized something.

"Shit, Sung, they're not peeing, are they waiting for me? I don't think he entered a stall, his footsteps," Minho panted silently, almost starting to hyperventilate. He was so uncomfortable. All he could see was Chan cornering him, yanking him to his knees, almost undoing his belt. 'I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this' overpowered his other thoughts, chaos in his mind. Everything was so loud although everything was so quiet. 

"I just parked, which toilets?" 

"In the south wing, upstairs. Please, quick," Minho replied shakily, fingers trembling with tears in his eyes. He was scared of nothing, basically. Maybe it was just someone who was fixing their make up, or their hair. Their outfit. Maybe someone just wanted to cry in here, but couldn't because they noticed Minho occupying a cubicle and waited for him to be gone. God he was such a pussy. Afraid of nothing. Paranoid dumbass, now Jisung got out of his way to come comfort you. Unwanted, worthless piece of shit.

"Changbin."

Jisung's voice was full of venom and Minho's heart started racing. Changbin was waiting on him? The same Changbin from high school? How had he even found him? Minho almost started crying on the spot. 

"You're still together? And here I thought you'd get sick of your little fucktoy eventually," the older had scoffed. 

"Well, Minho, get out or I'm gonna do unspeakable things to this boyfriend of yours," Changbin spoke, but the oldest hesitated to unlock the door. 

"I'm here to protect you, baby, I won't let him touch you, okay?" 

Ah, Jisung's soft reassuring voice. It had never failed to make him comply. 

He slowly opened the cubicle door, sighing out in relief when he saw that indeed, Jisung was in front of him, making a division between him and Changbin.

"'m scared," the tallest had whispered to his boyfriend, his left hand clinging to the back of Jisung's shirt. 

"It'll be okay, kitty," the youngest had whispered back, causing Changbin to raise his eyebrow. 

"Whispering without including me isn't very nice."

"Showing up to my boyfriend's campus although he's scared of you isn't very nice. What the fuck are you doing here, Seo Changbin?" 

"Heard from Chan that his new friend had a friend called Lee Minho. I had to see for myself if it was really you, kitten," although Minho loved the petname, the word 'kitten' falling from Changbin's lips made his stomach twist in disgust and anxiety.

"Please, can't you just leave me alone? What do you want?" Minho knew he sounded pathetic, his voice broke in the middle and he felt so desperate, almost like he was begging.

"Just wanted to have some fun with you, that's all."

And with that, Changbin left the room with a smirk.

Minho let a few tears slip out when he hugged Jisung, wanting to melt in his boyfriend's arms. 

"Come on baby, you're going home with me. Show me your schedule, I'll let your professors know that you're not feeling well, still a bit sick."

The next thing he knew, he sat in the passengers seat of Jisung's car, sniffling softly because he was so overwhelmed by the whole situation. Why did everything always have to go to shit? His life was going so well, he was getting better, so why? Why did Changbin and Chan hate him so much? Was he really that bad that the two of them felt like making his life a living hell?

"Kitty, I know you, please don't think you're stupid for panicking. I would've done the same, you did good calling me, hm?" 

Jisung knew him too well. He could read it on his face when he was wallowing in his own self-hate. 

"I guess," Minho responded quietly, his hand fitting perfectly into Jisung's. 

Yeah, he had Jisung. He could get through this because he has Jisung.

"Don't leave me," he whispered, but if the younger had heard it, he hadn't said anything back.