pervy weirdo and the bathroom guy | minsung text au | ✔️

25 | stuck

9/20/19
1:01 am

minho ran down the hallway, heart pounding heavily in his chest. the vagueness of jisung's last message sprouted hundreds of horrible ideas inside minho's brain - was it another spider? or did someone sneak up on him while he was taking a piss and kill him? maybe the assailant took jisung's phone and lured minho to the bathroom, planning to kill him next —?

minho's thoughts were cut short when he slammed the bathroom door open, only to find the bathroom looking completely normal. the was no dead body on the ground, no puddles of blood, and no severed limbs. as far as he could tell, there was no spider crawling across the floor or walls. he didn't even hear the shower running, so that crossed jisung needs my help jacking off off the list.

maybe he was in the wrong bathroom?

no, this was their bathroom. the bathroom where he saw jisung's towel drop. the bathroom where jisung told him he was constipated. the bathroom where he caught jisung jerking off. the bathroom where he saved a bare-naked jisung from a spider only a few days ago.

"jisungie?" he called out. "are you in here?"

"over here," a weak voice called out.

it came from the third stall. minho stepped up to it, resisting the urge to peek inside the small gap between the door and the wall. "you okay, sung?"

"um... not really? i'm kinda... stuck..." jisung sounded like he wanted to cry. from pain or humiliation, minho didn't know.

"stuck how? did you stick your foot into the toilet or something?"

"no!" jisung's voice cracked, and minho was sure he was about to break down into tears at any second. "i fell between the toilet and the wall, and i can't get out!"

minho wanted to laugh. he wanted to laugh so much that it hurt; this was such a han jisung thing to do. minho bit his fist to keep the amused giggles from escaping his lips. once he composed himself, he asked, "do you want me to crawl under and help you?"

"no—no i can get out myself!" there was a grunt and then something that sounded like the toilet seat lid flopping down onto the bowl, before there was silence, followed by a heavy sigh. "... i cant get out, hyung."

minho smiled softly. the poor baby. "alright, i'm crawling under then."

trying to ignore how absolutely disgusting it was, minho laid down on the floor and shoved his head under the low stall door. his eyes widened at the sight before him.

jisung was, in fact, stuck between the toilet and the wall. but what he'd failed to mention before minho planked on the floor was that his pants and underwear were pulled down around his ankles (his knees were pulled to his chest in an attempt to limit minho's view of his dick — again) , the toilet paper holder had been ripped off the wall and was sitting on top of the toilet, and jisung had a small cut across his forehead.

minho's mouth fell open. "how the hell did this even happen?"

jisung's face flushed an even darker shade of red than it already had been, and he averted his eyes. "i stood up after i was done taking a shit and tripped over my pants. i tried to grab the toilet paper thingy on the way down, but just ended up pulling it off the wall. please just help me out of here."

minho chuckled lightly and shook his head. "only you, sungie. only you."

jisung glared at him. "shut it..."

in the next few minutes, minho had crawled the whole way under the stall door and stood up straight. he frowned at the dust covering his black t-shirt and sweatpants, but then had an epiphany — he could just force jisung to let him borrow some of his clothes as payment for saving him. again.

in the next few minutes, an amused minho and supremely embarrassed jisung had maneuvered the latter out of the hole he'd gotten stuck in. turns out his ass was just too big for that tiny space.

as strange as it was, jisung would later see that as a confidence boost.

"look away, fucking pervert!" jisung screeched, upon realizing that minho had taken it upon himself to rake his eyes across jisung's half-naked form.

he hadn't even realized he was doing it.

minho turned around to face the still-closed door. "whoops. sorry."

"no you're not." jisung grumbled.

minho smirked. "you're right, i'm not."

when he was done pulling up his pants and situating himself, the pair glanced down at the mess jisung had made in the toilet. luckily, he was able to flush before the great fall (tm) happened, otherwise the damage would have been far, far worse.

jisung scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "i feel bad leaving it for the janitor to clean up..."

minho shrugged. "yeah, but there's not really much we can do about it now."

their eyes met, and minho said, "pretend it never happened?"

jisung nodded. "pretend it never happened."

minho spun around and unlocked the door, and the pair stepped out. but minho suddenly stopped, and jisung ran into his back. "am i still allowed to come over?"

jisung raised an eyebrow. "you still got doritos?"

minho shrugged. "i dropped them by your door. someone probably stole them by now."

jisung nodded. "ah, free food. then let's go out and eat something."

"at one thirty in the morning?" minho asked, eyebrow raised.

"at one thirty in the morning." jisung confirmed. "let's get fat and regret all of our decisions tomorrow."

a/n;
did i scare you with the cliffhanger last chapter?
definitely wasn't my intention.