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When Kingdom finished, Jisung wouldn’t have thought that the other members would be so lively about doing other things rather than resting. To name a few, they would be going on for a bunch of different reasons, some as lame as just buying noodles, despite already having a cabinet full of them. Some would just go to the company in the morning as soon as they woke up or were busy working from home and Jisung was not going to lie, he felt a little tiny bit useless around. Of course, he knew that everyone was doing whatever they wanted so he shouldn’t have felt guilty for taking time off for himself and focus on doing… absolutely nothing at the end of the day.
But he was going to focus on that anyway, since his brain was giving him a lot of anxiety.
What was even worse, though, was the fact that since the members occupied themselves with stuff right off the bat, Jisung felt like they didn’t have time to talk with him. Which was bullshit, of course. He could just go to them and spend some time together. But he didn’t want to bother them. Especially if they were working on something important or doing something that he felt like it was deemed important to them.
He was overthinking it, of course he was, but he couldn’t help himself. It was even worse that the person he would usually go to when having that kind of thoughts was missing from early morning to late evening from the dorm. Jisung didn’t blame Minho for wanting to practice routines and already experiment around for the up-coming comebacks or mixtapes they were going to have, but he wouldn’t have minded just a tiny bit of attention from his boyfriend, you know?
And of course, unbeknowst to him, Minho did notice the change in facials that the younger one was experiencing due to the insecurities he had seeping inside of his heart and rooting themselves in everyday, more and more as he tried to not talk with someone about it. At first, he waited, thinking it was just a matter of time until Jisung was actually going to say something to him or someone else, but that day never came after a while and he started getting worried. So that was why he swung the door open wide of the room Jisung was in as soon as he had the time to have a heart to heart talk with him.
“What’s going on with you?” was the question that left Minho’s lips as soon as his presence was acknowledged and he should have expected the sigh that escaped Jisung’s lips upon hearing the question. The younger felt guilty for letting his sadness be seen and the older was going to punch him (lovingly, in the shoulder with a very soft pillow).
“Nothing.” Jisung simply answered.
“Bullshit.” Minho murmured and closed the door behind him, walking towards the bed where Jisung was lying in. “This is what we are going to do. I am going to sit my ass here next to you and cuddle you and you are going to tell me what is going on and how can I help or if you just want to rant and me not doing anything, that’s also okay.”
“You sure?” Jisung checked but Minho was already lying next to the younger and immediately after wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling him closer and hiding his face in Jisung’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent of the coconut lotion that the other was using.
“Mhm.”
“Well.” Jisung started and suddenly thinking about it, in hindsight, what he was going to say sounded stupid, but he proceeded anyway. “I just miss you all and I feel like I’m the only one choosing to actually rest and I feel useless. But I also don’t want to bother any of you.”
“Sungie, you literally work so hard. Of course, so do we, but wnating to just rest and exist is valid. Just because we aren’t doing that, it doesn’t mean you should beat yourself up over it in any way, shape or form. Just enjoy your rest, you’re doing great.”
“But…” Jisung tried to counter the argument, but Minho shushed him immediately.
“No buts. We also miss you and please, do bother us. We would find it endearing, anyway. Also I’m your boyfriend, I would never mind you coming and trying to spend time with me.” while talking, Minho’s warm breath was hitting Jisung’s entirety skin on his left shoulder, sending him in a state of coziness.
“Promise?”
“Of course, Sungie. So next time, just come and literally start bothering me. I can’t wait for it.” Minho reassured him in a quiet tone.
“You’re such a lovely dork…”