It's you // Minsung [Eng]

18 - I would miss you too much

Han had just fallen asleep when the sunrise had already filled the city with his soft light, which filtered through the rolling shutter. Minho was finally lying down, resting his muscles, but he still didn't sleep a wink. He wanted to be there when Jisung woke up.

The boy was curled up on his side, knees up to his chest, lips parted and his face slightly furrowed. 

Minho sighed, rubbing his eyes. They stinged from lack of sleep, but he didn't care. That night had scared him so much that sleep was the least of his worries

Luckily it was Han's day off from work, so the little boy could rest, but Minho had to go to the agency, he couldn't skip afternoon training. And yet he didn't want to lose sight of him, he didn't want to leave him alone at home all those hours.

Minho ran a hand through his hair, staring at the ceiling, searching for a solution. Maybe he could take Jisung with him to the agency... He started thinking about that afternoon's schedule, closing his eyes to make them rest.

Yes, he could probably do it. He would only have training with his close mates and a lesson with the kids, nothing official. He just wondered if Han would have wanted to come with him...

«Min?»

Minho opened his eyes and saw Han watching him with his face still full of sleep; his cheeks were streaked with too many tears, his skin was still red.

«I hoped you were sleeping» the younger sighed, looking down. He knew that Minho had spent another night wide awake because of him. And as much as he tried not to think about it, he couldn't help but wonder when Minho would get tired of him, like everyone else in Jisung's life.

«No, I'm awake.» Minho answered quickly, as if that didn't matter at all. He was just glad to hear Han's low voice again. He missed it too much.

«How are you feeling?» he asked, scanning his face. He was better, right? 

«I'm okay» Han murmured, embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel guilty, «I'm really sorry for-»

The older interrupted him by grabbing his hand and bringing it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on it: «Please, Ji, don't apologize to me.» he whispered looking into those round surprised eyes.

Han held his breath in front of that gaze, struck by that sweet gesture. Minho was showing him an increasingly soft and caring side and, Han couldn't deny it, he loved it. He still loved that someone took care of him, that someone cared about him.

«Are you hungry?» Minho asked changing the subject as he sat up on the bed.

Han nodded rubbing his eyes. He felt so weak, so tired, but he tried not to show it too much. He didn't want to worry Minho any further.

«I have got an idea» the older spoke again, «I'll take you to have a nice breakfast and then, if you want, you can accompany me to the agency»

Han's eyes widened in surprise: «Me? At your agency?» he asked, as if those words couldn't be real. Music had always been his passion after all, he loved many idols, and visiting a real agency was something that not many guys could boast of having done.

Minho nodded not holding back a pleased smile - Jisung seemed to like his idea - but that enthusiasm wavered as Han's face suddenly darkened.

«Min» Jisung called him, getting serious again and frowning, «I'm okay, you don't have to worry and carry me around like a child.» he said, as that face expression came back to his mind. The tired expression that Seojun tried to hide every time Han needed him, every time that Han needed someone. And he was terrified to see that expression on Minho's face too. He was terrified that he was his friend out of pity, out of compassion, and that one day he would have understood that Han was irrecoverable, he would have got tired and would have left.