AS: PZ || Minsung

Chapter 26: Nap

    Jisung was having a rough day on Monday. He’d had a small panic attack while changing, which threw off his whole mood, and didn’t have time for breakfast. Grumpy, hungry, and sad, Jisung trudged into his first period class just as the bell rang. “Cutting it close, Mr. Han.” the teacher warned. Jisung nodded, taking his seat next to Changbin. “You look dead.” the ravenette stated. Jisung rolled his eyes playfully. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock!” Jisung whispered back.
    Jisung went about his day, tiredness growing rapidly due to his panic attack. At lunch, Felix suggested that they go to the library as no one was hungry. “Yeah, okay.” “Sure!” “Why not?” and a couple more yes’ were said, Jisung nodding and covering his mouth as he yawned. “Dude, what’s got you so tired?” Seungmin questioned as the group walked through the halls. The whole group was paying attention, slightly worried. “I had a small panic attack this morning, no biggie.” Jisung said. A chorus of sounds was heard as a reply.
    When they got to the library, the group gathered around their small table in the back. Because it was lunch time, most of the chairs were missing having been pulled to other tables. “I wanna sit on a chair.”
    And so the fight for a chair began.
    Minho and Jisung stood back, watching the chaos ensue. Sighing at his friends, Minho sat down on the floor, he gave up before he even tried. Jisung dropped his backpack, sitting down next to him. “You can take a nap, I’ll wake you up when the bell rings if the bell itself doesn’t. Jisung nodded, yawning. Blushing, Minho cleared his throat nervously. “You can, you know, use my lap if you want.” he said, not meeting Jisung’s eyes. “Thanks.” Jisung said with a smile, laying his head down on Minho;s lap.
    Minho’s heart melted at the sight of a sleepy Jisung on his lap. The squirrel-looking boy fell asleep right away, a red tint on his pale cheeks. Minho carefully watched Jisung’s face, taking in every tiny little feature. “Oooo!” he heard, lifting his head. In front of him, Jeongin was making kissy-faces, Chan was laughing quietly, the devil trio were aw-ing and taking pictures, and Changbin was gagging.
    Minho’s face grew impossibly red at their actions, the boy hiding behind his hands. He silently waved at them, trying not to move too much, trying to get them to stop. He didn’t want Jisung to wake up. All of his silence was in vain when Felix fell from his chair with a yell.
    Jisung’s eyes shot open, but he didn’t move from his spot. “What’s going on...?” he asked, slowly sitting up. “Nothing!” Felix said quickly, the other two-thirds looking away. 
    “Okay…?”