Jisung POV
I watch as Minho fidgets with his ring. He looks down and clears his throat.
"So, umm, what's your favorite color?" He asks.
"I like all the colors. Except brown. I hate brown. What about you?"
He nods. "I really like blue and purple."
I nod. He plays with his earrings and looks down. I tilt my head.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" He asks.
"Why are you upset?" I ask.
He bites his lip. "Well, there's a lot. It started happening when I was hanging out with some friends and I saw a guy and thought he was fairly handsome. My friends made fun of me for it... I was really angry at myself so I would spend my free time being angry. I kept seeing him every day and I didn't want him to be so handsome anymore because people would look down upon me. I got so mad at myself and I tried making him ugly. But he's just so... he's so pretty to me."
I feel a warmth bloom in my chest. "Who was he?"
"It's not important." He shakes his head. "He hates me now. I've been bad for too long." He wipes his eyes. "I just hate myself. If I had let myself question, I wouldn't be like this. I wouldn't fail my classes. I wouldn't be a disappointment. I just... I want him. And I drove him away."
"What's his name?"
He looks up at me and presses his lips together. It clicks in my mind. My brain argues with itself over it all.
"I see..." I nod.
"I'm so sorry." He mumbles.
"I understand. Just don't make me feel worthless anymore. Please." I plead.
"I'll try harder in the future." He nods. "Can I do anything for you?"
"Yes, actually. I need you to bring me my phone next time you come. Just knock on my door if Seungmin is there and he'll give it to you." I smile softly.
He nods with a small smile. I sigh while looking at him, seeing his soft eyes and his messy hair. He was cute, I'll admit. But it doesn't excuse what he did to me.
"Do you want a charger too?"
I nod. "Yes, please."
He sighs. "I have class, okay? Are you okay to be alone?" He asks.
"I'm alright. Thank you."
He stands up and bows to me. "Goodbye, then." He mumbles.
"Bye bye, Hyung." I wave at him.
He leaves the room. I lay my bed back and lay down in it, careful of the IV in my forearm.
I get comfy in bed. I curl up and wrap the comforter around myself. My brain makes up scenarios to help me fall asleep.
"Hi, Baby." I sense him behind me.
I smile. "Hey, Babe." I return while wiping down a table. "What's up?"
"Nothing. I just missed you." He giggles.
I roll my eyes with a smile. "We have sleepovers every night." I scoff. "I'm working right now. I don't wanna get in trouble."
"Not even a little bit?" He pouts.
"Not at all. Go on back to my room. I'm just finishing up." I ruffle his hair.
He groans. "I can't. My legs will only work if you kiss my cheek."
I smile and peck his cheek for him. He glares at me. I ruffle his brown hair and push the chairs in.
"You weren't supposed to kiss me. You were supposed to let me stay here."
"Oops. I can take the kiss back if y-"
"Don't take it back. My legs only work if you kiss my lips."
I peck his soft lips, smiling when he whines. He clings to me. I play with his hair and feel him hug my waist tighter.
"Babe, I have to finish. We can cuddle later tonight." I pull away from him.
"I call big spoon!" He raises his hand.
I groan. "No fair! I wasn't ready." I huff at him.
He giggles and heads out of the restaurant. I shake my head.
