Dreamland || Minsung

Chapter 1 - Plushie

Minho POV

Jisung sleeps alot.... like alot alot. I swear I've seen him more horizontal than vertical.

He may not get 8 hours of sleep a night, but he makes up for it with his weird sleeping schedule throughout the day. Whether that be on the couch, in the closet, or on the floor of the dance room. The other day I saw him doze off and slide head first into his bowl of ramen, and I hate to say it but it wasn't the first time I'd seen it happen.

Even after a facefull of noodles he'll still decide to spend the early hours of the morning writing music and watching anime. I guess I just don't get it.

It's 9pm and the youngest and I are lazing on the couch watching some Kdrama that I would never admit is pretty good.

''Hey Jeongin,'' I say to the youngest when the ads roll, ''you and Seungmin were Jisung's roommates last right?''

''Uh yeah, why do you ask?''

''...I keep having this bad feeling something is coming.''

He cocks his head to the side visibly concerned about the sudden tension ''What do you mean hyung?''

''It's just,'' here we go ''it was about three days before Felix raged at his console at 4am, and only two before Hyunjin brought Kkami home'' I say remembering how the whole room smelt like dog for weeks, ''what I'm trying to say is that it's been suspiciously... quiet.''

Jeongin laughs at my reaction much more relaxed than before, ''You don't have to worry about any of that with Jisung. Sure he's loud during the day, but as soon as he's asleep'' he clicks his fingers ''he's out like a light.''

I look across the couch at the youngest for a moment, feeling a bit unsure of whether to believe him or not. ''...You sure?''

''Mmhmm,'' he nods crossing his arms, ''Jisung hyung is responsible and matur-''

''WHERE IS MY PLUSHIE!?'' speak of the devil.

Jisung runs out of the bedroom frantically looking around the apartment. His hair is all fluffed up and there are crease marks across his cheek from his pillow. He runs around the kitchen twice and comes over to us on the sofa.

''HAVE YOU SEEN MY SQUIRREL!?''

''Ah yes, very  m a t u r e.''

Jeongin closes his eyes and sighs deeply before letting his head fall into his hands.

Jisung doesn't seem to notice us watching and continues his search. He drops to the floor looking under the furniture and lifting our legs like it might be hidden beneath them. He bites his lip frustrated and runs a hand through his already messed up hair. I can hear him muttering under his breath as he looks around with no progress.

''You okay?'' I ask after a while.

''No,'' he mutters plopping down beside me, ''It's my favorite plushie and I can't sleep without it.''

''Doubt that.'' I say under my breath. I look over at the 20 year old rapper distraught over a toy.

I'm stuck in between two little kids... well they're my little kids but still

I glance back over at Jisung and he turns his head, looking back at the exact same moment.

''Are you sure you haven't seen it?'' he asks anxiously.

...Should I go look for it? No no no Minho what are you thinking.

''No. I don't care either.''

But no matter how many times I chant scorpio scorpio scorpio, I kind of feel bad for my roommate.

''Where are you going hyung?'' Jeongin asks when I stand up.

''To bed.'' I answer coldly. Jeongin looks at me suspiciously but doesn't chase after me courtesy of the dozy man baby now draped across his lap.

I'll just find it quickly and pretend nothing ever happened

Easier said than done apparently. Jisung's side of the room is a complete tip and it's only been a week or so since he moved in. Tossing dirty laundry over my shoulder I search through his stuff finding nothing but broken earphones and national geographic magazines all smelling like cheesecake.

''How hard can it be so hard to find? It's a huge squirrel for god's sake.'' I say to myself.

After an embarrassingly long time I give up, falling back onto my bed. The only place I haven't checked is the closet, but I swear with all the junk inside that thing, the plushie has probably decomposed by now.

I poke my head out of the room to see Jisung fast asleep on the couch with an annoyed Jeongin desperately trying to break free. I chuckle to myself and leave them to it. I fall back onto my new bed digging myself around the covers. The smell of fresh clean sheets and faint cheesecake is oddly relaxing. It wasn't planned but in the rare silence of the straykids dorm, my eyelids droop and I find it harder and harder to fight the feeling.

I could just fall asleep right now...