Just us (Minsung)

Once again!

Jisungs pov.

After Minho left, I felt cold. Like the previous warmth from Minho had completely disappeared. Even though I knew he was only going next door, the room felt colder, more desolate, and less of Minho.

While he was gone, my phone buzzed. It was from Felix.

Chat with lixie:

Lixie:HELP ME PLS I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Me: Ok, what happened?

Lixie: I THINK IM IN LOVE

Me: OMG WITH WHO!?!?!?!?

Lixie: PLS DONT KILL ME
BUT ITS SEO FRICKING CHANGBIN!!!

Me: WHAT!! DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW ABOUT THIS!?!?!?

Lixie: ummm, no? Why would I tell anyone
Ur literally my only best friend other than Innie, but he has a big mouth, and will tell Changbin if I do tell him about this.

Me: ok...ok, ummmm tell me more about this in detail tomorrow.
I'll try to think of smth to help u.
I want the TEA 🍵

Lixie: okey! Thanks Hannie hyung!

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I put my phone back down just as Minho came back. "Hey, I wanted to ask you about something..." we both said at the same time

"You go first." Minho said "Well, its about Felix and Changbin hyung..." I began, but Minho burst out laughing. "Well, I was gonna talk to you about the same thing." He managed to get out between wheezes of laughter, apparently amused by the situation. "Lets say it at the same time then." I suggested. "Yeah, alright, lets do that..." Minho said.

Beat

Beat

Beat

"Felix likes Changbin" said Jisung.
"I think Changbin likes Felix" said Minho.

There's a beat, followed by heaves of laughter from the two. "There's no way both of our best friends like each other." Han managed between heaves of laughter. "Nah, it's totally possible. Changbin is basically a simp for Felix, starting at him every second possible. I'm surprised Felix hasn't noticed anything yet." Minho said, suddenly thoughtful, and no longer laughing his brains out.

"Well, he's very good at keeping his composure. He could have noticed Changbin and just not shown that he knows." Jisung mused more to himself than the older beside him.

"Hey, lets get them together." Minho blurted out.

"What?"

"You heard me, let's set them up, like tell them to confess at the same time with the same words."

"What the fuck? Minho, we can't do that!"

"Of course we can! Just tell them to say the same thing at the same time. There's no way that's not gonna work. It's a foolproof plan."

"Fine, but lets do this tomorrow. I don't have the energy to plan today." I gave in far too easily.

"Ok.. tomorrow then. Goodnight Hannie." Minho said. This made me freeze in place at the nickname, but I got my limbs to work and walked out. Going into my room, I fell onto the bed and went to sleep.

Jisung's dream

Death brought his scythe down upon my chest. I closed my eyes and blocked my face with my arms, as if that was going to help.

I waited for the pain to burst in my chest, the sound of my insides turning out, anything, but it never came. I realised I was on the floor, under something, or someone. Minho had come running and pushed me out of the way just before the scythe hit me.

Death huffed and disappeared into dust. I stayed there in Minho's arms for what felt like hours, crying, screaming in mental pain.

Minho just played with my hair, my hands, and at one point, my lips, but the gasp I emitted probably gave him the idea I didn't like it. But I did.

Suddenly, Minho's body froze, and slumped onto mine. The scythe of death protruding from his back, under his shirt, ripping it in a hole. The scythe kept going, and eventually pierced my chest, into my heart, and there I died, in Minho's embrace.

End of Jisung's dream

Jisung's pov:

I woke up sweating. Replaying the dream multiple times in my head, my heart rate increased and my breathing was erratic. I attempted to calm myself down by thinking of Minho, but the vision of his dead body, bloody and grotesque, hugging mine kept coming back.

Giving up, I threw the sheets over my legs onto the floor. Getting out of bed and out of my room, I made a beeline for Minho's door. Not hesitating, I barge in, launch myself onto Minho's bed, or rather Minho himself, I snuggled next to him and sighed contentedly. I felt him shift in his position. He was now hugging me, and had a clear view of my hair, just in case he was needed to play with it.

"Bad dream?" He mumbled into me.

"Yeah, worse than last time. We both died in the end, even after...." I trailed off, not really wanting to tell Minho that he saved me in my dream.

"Go on, it's okay." He told me. His voice was so different from the cold, tone less, emotionless one he used at school. This was smooth, comforting, sweet, and warm.

"It was a continuation from my last dream. Death was bringing his scythe down upon me. You came and shoved me out of the way. We fell to the ground. I was panicked and partially paralyzed. You kept me in your embrace and..." I got embarrassed and buried my face in Minho's chest.

"...And you petted my hair and hugged me and we just stayed there for hours." He said.

"May I ask, how did I save you? And how did we both die in the end?" Of course he had to ask that. But I wasn't going to just leave him without an answer.

"You petted my hair until death came back, without us knowing, and drove his scythe into your back so far, it pierced my chest, and we died. Then I woke up breathing heavily and sweating. I tried to sleep again, I really did, but the flashbacks of your bloody body still hugging mine kept coming back.

I finished and we lay in silence for a while.

Until he broke it.

"You don't have to hesitate to come to me, you know. It's not like you can have an attack and not tell me."

"Okay... I'm sorry." I mumbled into his chest. "No, don't be sorry, just don't hold back from coming to me next time, ok?"

From that day onwards, I slept with Minho in his room, in his bed, and in his embrace.