Thanks to Fever

Chapter 8|10:30 - 10:40 a.m.

(Minho's pov)

I closed the door behind me a bit too hard, so it made a quite loud sound.

The unbelievable event that happened before makes me want to punch everything, especially myself.

No, actually I just want to kill myself, right now, right at this exact second.

Oh my god, I must be really crazy, what kind of satan had possessed me? Did they have a death wish?

If I ever find them, I will make sure to choke them to death and throw them back to hell.

I brush my hair really hard, make a messy bird nest hairstyle, completely dishevelled.

"What have I done to Jisung? What should I do now? Is he now my boyfr-"

Plak!

I slap my cheeks. Once, twice, thrice, many times. Until it feels numb.

I ruffle my hair again, to the front, to the back, to every side.

Then I kneel on the floor, covering my face. I sighed deeply, my back is leaning against the door.

I banged my head softly a few times, snap away when I realized that Jisung is inside.

I move away from the door, walking heavily to the terrace.

I stop right in front of the terrace's door, stomping on the spot.

"Aaahhh why Minho? Why!? Are you out of your fricking mind?!?"

I'm so annoyed at myself. I hit my head with my own fist, not too hard of course.

I open the door, ready to pick up a bunch of dried clothes.

I shove them harshly into the basket. Don't give a what, if they are gonna wrinkled or not.

"Damn! Why do they collected this much cloth anyway??"

I'm angry for no reason.

"What should I do? What should I say to Jisung later? Caught in the moment? I actually love you? My lips were dry? Your lips looked delicious?"

"Ahhhh, I don't know! " I screamed, gripping my hair tightly, pulling it out, almost bald.

I'm breathing fast, wrinkle my face. Looking at the sky, hoping for God to do its magic and turn back time.

"Please God, I promise to be a better person from now on. Please just for today, do your magic!"

I shut my eyes, clasped my hands in front of my chest like when I'm praying.

But nothing happens.

"Nice Minho, now you gotta do your own magic and make Jisung somehow forget everything that had happened before."

"Should I just banged his head into something? But that's a crime!"

I'm walking nervously, holding my face, like it's gonna fall in any minute if I don't hold it.

I walk fast, circling around the terrace many times in bewilderment.

"Whatever."

I give up to think further, so I go back to the inside, dragging two big baskets behind me.

I plopped myself on the couch, sighing deeply.

"I'm really screwed." I stare blankly at nothing.

I look at Jisung's room, guilty feelings building up inside of me.

"He will surely hate me now. He's gonna think that I'm a crazy gay."

"Huh? No! I'm not gay!" I unconsciously shouted, covering my mouth next.

Jisung must have heard it, I don't know if it'll make him sad or relieved.

"I mean, yeah I love Jisung, but I'm not gay because it's only Jisung. I've never been in love with any other guys, ew, I don't even want to think about it."

I'm disgusted by the thought of me kissing the other members. I shake my head furiously.

"Yeah, it only applies to Jisung." I nod in agreement.

Then I drift off to my train of thoughts, trying to remember the first time I knew that I fallen in love with Han Jisung.