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"Hyung!!"
He turned around but didn't got the chance to see who it was. He stumbled back but was quick to wrap his arms around the slim waist.
"Oof. Can u be more careful?"
"Sorry. But yah!- why didn't u wait for me?!"
"The thing is I don't have time today. I have to cover up someone's shift so I was running late. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Ok?" He patted the younger's head and looked at him with a guilty look.
He really didn't want to leave the younger like this but he was really running late.
"Oh. Then it's fine."
He was really grateful of jisung's considerate personality. Today he had to cover up someone's shift. Usually he'd have an hour or two before his starts, where he'd either take a small nap or spend time with jisung. But today he'd just have enough time to take a shower and run to the café. This genuinely upsetted him because today he was planing on watching the new movie he found, with the younger and they'd cuddle. Jisung was just so affectionate, cuddly that Minho just melts into him.
And on top, his day at college was awful. He forgot his assignments at home. He had worked so hard on them. And he still can't get rid of the disappointing feeling when he saw his professor's disapproving eyes. He'd always been one of the good students of his professor, so this definitely left an impression. Eventho his professor reassured him to not worry, that it happens to the best of them, he still couldn't forget it.
He was brought out of his thoughts when a cold hand slid into his and then fingers interwined. He looked at the younger but a finger suddenly came up to his forehead and slowly massaged his frown lines.
"You're frowning. Wanna share?" When he looked at jisung, he himself was frowning, though only slightly.
"Nothing. Just...just a shitty day." He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts.
"Hm. Well when u come home, I'll massage you! Okay?" Jisung bloomer in an excited and anticipating smile.
Minho's chest filled with warmth whenever jisung referred to the apartment as their home. The younger didn't live with him but still referred to it as if they did. For Minho, jisung is home.
Despite being best friends, they lived in separate apartments. Tho jisung shared his' with a roommate unlike Minho.
The younger parted ways today since they won't be spending time together. Minho let out a sigh as he took a shower. He ran into the café and quickly wore the apron and started his work.
Minho's legs almost gave strength when he stepped inside the apartment. Today was a long, terrible day. He dropped his bag and dropped down on the couch, not even bothering to light up the whole room, just the lamp on the side table.
He let out an exhausted sigh and leaned back into the couch. But he still grimaced and placed his head in his hands. The headache was growing sec by sec.
Today at café he had to experience the worst. Rude customers. He loathed them. Always tried his best to never come across one. But today it seemed that all the rude customers in the world had chosen their café and specifically targeted him. He lost braincells trying to deal with them.
The headache wasn't helping his depressing thoughts and he didn't have the strength to go and look for a tablet.
He swallowed the lump and tightly closed his eyes. He won't cry. He's not weak. He's a man and should face problems like one. But suddenly a soft and gentle voice arose from the back of his head.
"Hyung. Don't. Please. Cry if u want to. Scream. Rant. Do anything. But please don't bottle up. It- it hurts hyung. To see you like this. I just want u happy s-so please, open up. I'll gladly listen. Promise."
He remembers that day. The first time ever he had a full on breakdown, infront of jisung.
But instead of leaving him, like he had anticipated, jisung embraced him. Sat with him through it all and comforted him. He still remembers the amount of love and gratitude he felt towards the other.
He sniffled. Still a bit reluctant to fully breakdown. Half because the younger wasn't here to embrace him, calm him. But all of a sudden, he hears the door opening and closing. He looks up and waits with awaited breaths.
When jisung steps in, his shoulders instantly relaxed but then his chest felt tight. Just as the first tear fell, jisung was kneeling Infront of him. Thumbs gently rubbing his knees but the look in the younger's eyes was all worry.
"Hey, hey. What happened?" He asked slowly and carefully.
But Minho couldn't answer. His chest was tightening more, he was struggling to keep a steady breathing and his head was pounding hard. He gave out an agonizing scream and buried his head back into his hands.
He couldn't see jisung but could faintly hear his panicked voice.
He was struggling. Between breathing and thinking. Everything was a mess.
"Hey, hey. You're okay. Everything's okay..."
He opened his eyes, in a blurry vision, to he find jisung beside him, not Infront of him. His head on the younger's shoulder while he rubbed his arms. Left soft kisses on his head, temples. Whispered softly.
But Minho shook his head. Nothing was okay.
"I'll make it okay. Don't worry. I'll make it okay. Breath. Just keep breathing, okay? Do it for me."
He can't help the comfort he felt at the soft spoken assurance. Jisung spoke so sincerely that it messed him up more.
And so he tried to focus on his breathing. For jisung. Because he had to live, healthy and all. For jisung.
"Yes, yes. You're doing great, sweetheart. Yea, just like that. Breath in......now, breath out. Like that." Jisung rewarded him with a kiss on his head and kept on rubbing his arm.
They sat there, in the faintly lit up room. Just trying to breath and live.
Finally he came out. Felt lighter and free. He stopped crying, just occasional sniffles. Instead of thinking again, he focused on his surroundings. This was a thing jisung told him. If he felt he was overthinking, look around the surrounding and focus on it. Find the most ridiculous of things and think if it instead. It helped him keep away from the harm. Ignore it.
So now he was focusing on jisung's one arm around him. Holding him in a firm hold. The younger had his knees resting on Minho's thighs. His own rested on jisung's shoulders.
He could feel the soft cloth of his full sleeve shirt, rubbing on his arm whenever jisung moves his hand up and down.
He blinked and looked at the living room. It was dark apart from the single lamp on and the only faint moonlight shining in.
It felt calm.
"U here with me yet, sweetheart?" His heart fluttered at the nickname.
He nodded a little, too drained.
"Do u think u can tell me abt what happened?"
A choice. He had a choice to either tell or not.
He liked it when jisung gave him a choice.
And he was too drained to tell the other anything. So he shook his head. He knew the other would understand.
"Ok. Now let's get u to bed."
Minho whined not wanting to move from the comfortable position. He likes it very much.
"But-" Minho cut him off with a whine.
"Okay then..."
And suddenly jisung was carrying him in a bridal style. He shrieked and held on to him for his dear life.
Jisung gently laid him on the bed and cover him in a blanket. Then he walked away, closing the door, even before Minho had a chance to say or do anything.
And just like that, his heart sank. An ugly, empty feeling left.
Of course jisung would leave. Who would want to deal with a weak and emotional person like him, anyway?
He buried himself further into the blanket. Trying to find comfort and warmth in it.
Did he just lost jisung?
He could feel his eyes sting with tears when the door suddenly opened. He jolted up and watched with wide eyes as the younger came inside with a... tray?
Jisung gave him his heart smile that made Minho forget his useless thoughts and smile back.
What was he even thinking?! This was jisung! Han jisung! The most kindest, humble and gentle person to ever exist!
"I got us some leftovers from the fridge. Not letting u sleep on an empty stomach after a breakdown."
He set the tray Infront of him and made himself comfortable too. Minho watched jisung eat with soft eyes.
"What?" Jisung's cheeks were full with food making Minho chuckle.
"Don't talk with a full mouth, idiot."
"What?! How could u call me that!! After all I did for u! What betrayal is this?!"
He rolled his eyes when jisung made a heartbroken face.
But he was still grateful of the other.
"But...thank you."
He didn't lift up his eyes from his plate.
"I'm just glad that u opened up to me. Meant alot to me."
He shoot up his eyes to see the soft smile on jisung's face.
Meant alot to me.
It meant Minho meant alot to jisung. His opinions meant alot to jisung.
All Minho could give jisung was a grateful smile. Hoping his eyes could convey his message.
He knows he just felt a lot more for the younger.