3rd Person POV:
Two days since Jisung’s fever subsided, his phone practically vibrated out of his hands with texts and calls from Felix.“Please come over. Bring Minho, too. I miss him so much!”
Jisung snorted,“You miss Minho? Just him? What about me?”
A beat of silence followed before Felix’s response came in, loud and clear, directly through a call.
“YES, I miss Minho! Are you coming or not?” Felix huffed, his tone already inching toward a whine.
"Wow. Thanks for making me feel so special."
"I do miss you too, but c'mon, it's Minho we're talking about!"
A few minutes of playful bickering later, Jisung sighed in mock defeat. "Fine. We’ll come over."
"I love you!" Felix sang. "But I love Minho more—see you soon!"
The call disconnected with Changbin’s voice yelling, “What about me?!” in the background.
Jisung stared at the screen, then rolled his eyes just as Minho wandered in from the kitchen with a bowl of cereal.
"Was that Felix?" Minho asked, sitting beside him and taking a spoonful of his breakfast. "He's loud. I could hear him from the other room."
"He invited us over," Jisung mumbled, "he misses you."
Minho blinked. "Me?" His laugh bubbled out with a cough as he nearly choked on his milk. "That's... random."
"It's not that surprising." Jisung shrugged. "You’re nice to be around."
Minho swallowed his food, but a hint of pink crept into his ears as he stared down at his bowl.
“I’ll go change,” Jisung announced, standing up. "You can get ready after you eat."
Minho nodded, spooning more cereal into his mouth as Jisung disappeared upstairs.
————————————
A short drive later, the two stood at Felix and Changbin's front door.
Before Jisung could even ring the bell a second time, Felix threw the door open and tackled Minho with surprising force.
"MINHO!"
The force of the hug sent them both tumbling backward onto the porch—Minho landing flat on his butt while Felix clung to him like an oversized koala.
Changbin appeared in the doorway, eyebrows raised in confusion. His gaze flicked between his boyfriend and the heap on the floor before exchanging a knowing glance with Jisung.
Jisung smirked. "Jealous?"
Changbin didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
Felix finally let go of Minho and grinned down at him. "You're here! I missed you!"
Minho chuckled nervously as Felix helped him up. "Uh, yeah. I gathered that..."
"Are you going to let them come inside, or do you plan to tackle him all day?" Changbin asked dryly, gently nudging Felix aside to make space.
With a sheepish laugh, Felix stepped back and led them in, already grabbing Minho by the hand.
“I’m borrowing him,” Felix informed the others matter-of-factly as he tugged Minho toward his room. “We’ll be back later!”

YOU ARE READING
~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)
Fanfiction"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷..." "𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼. 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽...