Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Seven

MINHO CREAKED HIS DOOR OPEN, SIGHING WHEN HE HEARD A CHEERFUL LAUGH COMING from the main floor. Despite the desperate rumbling of his stomach, he closed the door once more and sat down on his bed, groaning slightly.

He never knew avoiding someone would be so hard – well maybe it wouldn't have been, if the person he was trying avoid didn't practically live in his home. Jisung had been over, screaming and playing video games with Felix for hours on end, leaving the older male hungry and stranded in his room.

The screaming and virtual gun sounds faded from the room below, and he could hear muffled talking and then footsteps. A door closed faintly, and he loitered around the door for a few moments before opening his door and practically flying down the stairs, thankful that he could finally eat something.

He passed by the open space of the living room on his way to the kitchen, only to freeze in his steps when he saw Jisung sitting on the couch, the video game paused on the television screen before him.

He looked up at the sound of footsteps, and smiled at Minho, who averted his eyes. "Hi!" Jisung chirped, his hand extending in a small wave. The brunet kept his eyes downcast, mumbling out a quiet "uh, hi."

Mission failed.

It hadn't even been a day, and he'd already somehow managed to fail in avoiding Jisung. He grimaced bitterly; you can't do anything properly, you fool. "Hey, are you... okay?" The strawberry blond male questioned, biting his lip slightly, and Minho was startled by the genuine concern gleaming in the boy's dark eyes.

He nodded silently, soon averting his eyes; it was incredibly hard to hold the other's gaze, especially when he looked like he actually cared. It was misleading, and Minho didn't want to get caught up in yet another fantasy.

Good things don't happen to people like me.

Jisung's eyebrows furrowed slightly, because he just felt that something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He shrugged off the feeling, standing up and stretching slightly, hoping to clear up some of the dreariness in the room.

"So, um, hyung..." he trailed off awkwardly, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Minho made no efforts to continue the already dwindling conversation – and it was such a stark contrast to the way he'd acted previously that it left the younger male confused.

Did Minho not want to talk to him anymore? He couldn't help the hurt that bubbled up inside of him, and now it was his turn to cast his eyes away. He wasn't sure why he was so riled up – maybe it was because he'd thought so much about Minho, and about what had happened over the past few days, and suddenly it was as if some big mystery had been unearthed and he had to dig it out – but he knew that he just was.

Feelings don't always have to be justified, he reasoned, slowly allowing his eyes to trail upwards again. He startled slightly once his eyes met Minho's, and the two shared a tense, prolonged staring contest before they both looked away simultaneously.

Jisung would've laughed, if he didn't feel a blush creeping up his neck. The thought terrified him as much as it thrilled him. As much as he tried to prevent it, thoughts he assumed he'd banished flooded his mind once more, inching out of the dusty attic his mind had built for them to lay in, forgotten.

Although, they'd never been completely erased; more like buried under the cobwebs, hidden from view.

His eyes wandered back over Minho's shoulder, impatiently waiting for Felix to return, and what was taking him so damn long in the bathroom? He wanted to stop thinking his thoughts, and focus on the sweet little things that filled up his spare time to distract himself, and that was something he couldn't do when the brunet was near him; it was as if he awoke something in Jisung that Jisung did not want to acknowledge.

All the same, he wanted to figure out who Lee Minho really was – he was too intrigued to back out now, and he trusted in his abilities to control any feelings that might arise from what he was about to do – he'd gotten good at that, too. A small part of him also worried about the other's health, with the way he'd broken down the other day.

He took a deep breath and flashed another cheerful beam, and the older male bit his lip, sighing in defeat. As much as he wanted to turn on his heels and run, he couldn't simply ignore the fact that Jisung had helped him – and had most likely kept what had happened from Felix, judging by how he hadn't heard anything about it yet.

He still had a little bit of social conduct left ingrained in his mind.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak – taking the younger by surprise – a door at the end of the hall opened, and footsteps slowly approached them. Minho bowed his head once before fleeing into the kitchen, hoping that his brother hadn't seen him 'talking' to his best-friend.

Jisung stared off at the wall he'd disappeared behind until Felix waved a hand in front of his eyes, causing him to suddenly tear back into focus and jump back by the proximity of the limb. "Weird ass," Felix mumbled under his breath as he pushed past his friend to sit on the couch facing the television.

A/N: I've developed another obsession for another story this isn'T HEALTHY

Q: What are your plans for this story?

A: Now why would I tell you, hm? You'll just have to wait and see *evil grin*

Lots of love,

~Junnie