plugged in | minsung

part 8

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Minho had grabbed a few spare changes of clothes from the flat, which thankfully was empty by the time he got there. He'd planned to stay in the dorm for a bit so he could have easy access to the practice studio - and so he could stay away from Chan and Changbin. 

Sometimes it all just got a bit too much.

It was almost evening by the time Minho got back to the dorm and he was surprised to find the room empty. Jisung's bed, pushed up against the wall on the opposite side to his own, was unmade. The sheets had been dragged down to one end. One pillow was at the the head of the bed and the other was against the wall, crumpled as though someone had been holding it a little too tightly. 

Minho glanced at the younger boy's bedside table. There was a pair of glasses, an empty mug, and a photo frame propped up next to a lamp. It was a nice picture; Jisung, and what must've been his parents, all with their arms wrapped around a boy who looked like an older, less delicate Jisung. They looked like a nice family, even to Minho, who had slowly started to forget what that looked like. 

The bedsprings in Minho's mattress creaked slightly as he threw himself back onto the bed. He had his headphones in and his eyes shut, trying to calm his never-quiet mind. Only a few minutes later, he realised that someone else had come into the room. He could only just hear them, movements slow and quiet under the steady drum of the music in his ears. Minho's eyes flicked open and he stayed still as statue for a few more minutes as the figure tried to move quietly around him.

When he moved suddenly, he heard a shriek from across the room. 

"Oh! Fuck, hyung, I'm so sorry, you scared the life out of me..." Jisung gasped as he turned and caught Minho now sat up straight as a rod in his bed. "Were you sleeping? Hell, I'm sorry... This is why we need a sign..."

"I wasn't sleeping. I was just resting. You're okay," Minho answered as he pulled the AirPods from his ears. Jisung smiled, still apologetic at the edges. 

"What are you doing here? I kind of assumed you had somewhere else to live." Jisung tried to make conversation as he continued with what he was doing.

He was pulling items of clothing from a plastic bag and hanging them up in the wardrobe on his side of the room. He must have gone shopping, Minho thought to himself.

"That hoodie's cool," Minho said out of the blue, ignoring Jisung's question and hardly even meaning to speak at all.

"What? This? Do you want it? It would look better on you, anyway, hyung, here- It's yours." Jisung scurried over to fold the hoodie nearly and place it at the end of the bed. 

Minho glanced between the hoodie and the boy. He couldn't stop a confused frown from narrowing his eyes, and Jisung faltered. It was clear that the younger boy felt uneasy, uncomfortable, unsure of how to act around Minho.

"That's not what I meant. I have enough clothes. Hang it up in your closet," Minho instructed. Jisung didn't even hesitate before doing as he was told. Minho lifted an eyebrow.

"Wait, actually, I do want it," Minho said suddenly. Again, Jisung barely paused; he just spun around on his feet and dropped the hoodie back onto Minho's bed with a sheepish smile.

"I think it'll suit you," Jisung grinned. He turned back to continue unpacking his bags. Minho pulled his lower lip through his teeth, feeling an unusual combination of anxious and annoyed, but didn't say anything.

"Hyung, if you're here... Do you want to maybe go get some food? I went shopping for clothes with Felix, but we didn't have time to eat. I'm starving and eating out alone freaks me out." Jisung fiddled with the frayed sleeves of the jumper he was wearing as he spoke.