everything in between. | minsung texting au

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the next time jisung wakes up, it's dark again. his bones ache, and he can smell freshly cooked food that makes his stomach squeal in excitement. he can see a little through the dim lighting of the room, and he knows minho is still home, perhaps in the kitchen, due to the faint humming and the loud clanking of glass and metal against eachother that he hears.

jisung just stares at the ceiling, contemplating all the shit he's done in the past few days. he knows he doesn't have much time, and if all this hadn't gone down, he wonders if he'd be packing for sopa right now.

but is that what he actually ready? If anything, he wanted to leave his house, and sopa felt like the perfect opportunity to leave, like the light in a tunnel of darkness, and who was jisung to ignore such hope?

he wants to enjoy parties like a normal teenager, to live in the adrenaline that rushes through your body, careless of who's watching. he wants to dance the night away, get drunk and go play at arcades with his friends till it's late in the night- rather than to be locked up in a house, without his parents in the depths of his mind.

when did his life become such a big mess?

he doesn't get to think longer, as he hears soft feet tapping against the floor, and he looks down to see a ball of fluff looking right up at him. it's a soft, orange colored cat, and jisung coos before reaches his hand out to pet it, shrieking when it threatened to eat his poor hand.

"brat." he hears a soft murmur and he looks up to see a very soft looking minho, who's approaching the cat although looking at jisung. "hi." minho softly says, and pets the cats ears, "this is doongie. say hi to jisungie." minho holds the cats paw and waves it at him as the cat meows before wiggling around and jumping to the floor.

"he's cute. kinda reminds me of you, a brat and all." jisung attacks and minho feigns offence, an overly done gasp leaving his mouth.

"I make you ramen, and this is what I get!?" jisungs stomach rumbles at the thought of ramen, instantly sitting up. minho scoffs reaches out to flick jisung, who barely yanks back, just in time to dodge minho's devil grasp with an unidentifiable screech. minho offers a hand for jisung, and he takes it ungracefully, groaning when his feel hit the cold floor. minho leads him out hand in hand, and jisung ignores the weird feeling he gets when he notices how warm minho's hand is.

near the couch, jisung notices a bag that looks a little too similar as minho untangles his hand from jisungs, walking near the ramen that's currently being cooked. the bag looks eerily similar to the one he owns, and his suspicions are proven right,

"felix brought some of your stuff earlier."

ah, that fucking angel.

jisung unzips the bag enthusiastically, spotting a few items from his closet. he shifts the stuff around, spotting his laptop left in the very bottom, which he pulls out with an 'aha!'. only then does the smell of freshly made ramen fill his senses and make his mouth water. jisung quickly scampers towards minho, who's sitting with hot ramen into two bowls on the table. he sets his laptop down, catching the attention of minho, who takes a glance at jisung before fixing his attention on the ramen again. the older pushes his hand towards the seat, as if indicating that jisung should sit. minho offers him a pair of chopsticks, without their fingers brushing because this isn't a cliche hetero wattpad book.

"you know, you're like...so tiny." jisung's about to take a bite when he pauses because of minho's words, furrowing his brows.

"you literally have a cat, please shut the fuck up mr softie." minho lets out a noise from the back of his throat as doongie instinctively jumps onto minho's lap, as if proving a point.