Red String | Minsung

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He brought him to the table where they ate, but of course his dad had to be doing his work there. He groaned and walked over to the living room.
His mom was watching TV. Great. Jisung groaned. "I guess we're gonna have to work on it in my room." He reluctantly said. Minho scrunched his nose. "It's probably disgusting." Jisung rolled his eyes as they walked up the stairs.

They entered his room and Minho was seemingly surprised that it wasn't a complete mess. Jisung's room was pretty big as well.

"Get the homework out. I want to get this done as soon as possible." Jisung spoke. Minho did exactly that, dumping all of the contents from his bag onto the floor. "Did you really have to do that?" Jisung sighed. "Yes." Minho said simply before grabbing the assignment sheet.

"What the fuck are we even supposed to do?" Jisung complained. "Weren't you paying attention? Who am I kidding. Of course you weren't." The brunette shook his head before explaining the assignment.

"I still don't fucking get it." He huffed, running his hand through his hair. "Are you seriously that dumb? It's not that hard to understand." Minho groaned. "Okay fine. I'll just tell you what to do and just do it."

"What, does that mean you won't be doing anything?" Jisung scoffed. "No, dumbass! I'm gonna do the other things." He facepalmed. "Well okay then, smartass. What do I have to do?" Jisung said in a bitter tone. "All you have to do is research these dates and explain what happened at that time. Simple." Minho explained. "And then what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna compile all of the information and add any extra info."

"What? How come I have to do all of the boring shit!"

"Just do it! You wanted to get this done and over with, stop complaining and maybe we'll finish it by the end of the day!" The older boomed. "Fine, jeez. You don't need to yell."

They finally started working on their project, and for the most part they were silent other than the few times they bickered. The two of them actually managed to get quite a bit done. Jisung continued to search for information, and accidentally bumped Minho's elbow.

"Jisung, what the fuck! You made me close the tab! I don't know if it saved or not!" Minho yelled. Jisung's eyes widened. "I didn't mean to! It was an accident!" He defended himself. "Sure it was. Now we might've lost all of our work and we'll have to start all over!"

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to--" "It doesn't matter if you meant to or not! I'm so fucking tired of your shit!" He yelled, causing Jisung to flinch. The blonde's breathing was getting shaky. Not now.

Jisung usually could argue back at Minho with no problem but he could feel an anxiety attack coming on. It happened often when someone yells at him. "What, so you're just not gonna say anything?" Minho growled. "I-I'm sorry!" Was all he managed to say as his heart raced and his breathing was unstable. He looked at his hands. They were shaking again. He couldn't hear much other than his racing heart.

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Minho didn't know what to do. Jisung's face was pale and he was shaking. He'd never seen something like this before. Maybe I went too far.

"Jisung? ...are you okay?" Jisung didn't respond. Minho's mind raced and his anger vanished. I fucked up, didn't I? The younger seemed zoned out. His breathing was shaky as well. Is that what an anxiety attack is?

He didn't know if he should leave him there and give him some space or get his parents. He had no idea what to do. Suddenly Minho remembered a time when they were friends and Jisung was having an anxiety attack. He remembered that he held him and played with his hair. Minho cringed because he really didn't want to do that, but he knew he fucked up so he had to do something.

He hesitantly approached the blonde. "Jisung, I'm sorry for flipping out. I didn't think you'd react like that." He spoke. He still didn't get a response. Minho scrunched his nose as he realized he had to do it.

He reluctantly wrapped his arms around the younger. He could feel him shaking. He grabbed one of Jisung's shaky hands in attempt to calm him down. Jisung held onto the older male's hand tightly. Minho forgot who he was dealing with in the moment and comforted him. He stroked the younger's hair with his other hand. "It's gonna be okay. I'm sorry." He spoke in a soft voice.

Jisung clung to the latter. His breathing had stabilized a fair amount and he wasn't shaking as much. Minho continued to play with his soft hair.

Jisung eventually calmed down a great amount. He was still holding onto the brunette, the situation not processing in his mind. The older heard a quiet "thank you."

"Jisung, uh. You can get off now." He spoke awkwardly. He still didn't get a response. He managed to get a glimpse of the younger's face. His eyes were closed. You've got to be kidding me. Minho tried to pry the younger off of him to no avail. He huffed as he sat there with essentially a squirrel clinging onto him. He must be very tired. Minho thought to himself. He himself felt very tired.

He wanted to wake him up so he would get off of him, but then it would be awkward. Plus Jisung looked peaceful. Not that he cared or anything. He felt pretty tired himself, and if it weren't for his dazed state of mind, he would've definitely pushed the other off.

Minho sighed. Not thinking clearly, he lied down on the rug they were sitting on. It didn't take long for Minho to fall asleep while holding onto Jisung, despite it being 2pm.

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A/N: Hello everyone who decided to read this very long chapter! What are your thoughts on it?

How do you feel about this story so far? Is it good or bad?

I hope you all are safe, with the Coronavirus going around and all. What's the situation like where you are? I'm from Canada, and my school was closed for two weeks after spring break because of it.

I'll stop rambling now, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!