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As expected, Felix was the first to finish his food. Honestly, not far off from gauging down his plate. Changbin slapped Felix’s hand away as he tried to steal another piece of chicken.
“For fuck sakes, back off!“ Changbin yelled. Felix pouted as he got intensely close to Changbins face, “Hyung, I’m still hungry!“
Seungmin scoffed loudly “If you eat anymore chicken, we may aswell stuff you instead of the turkey tomorrow.“
Jisung laughed when Felix threw Seungmins chicken at him, “I doubt I taste that good minnie.“
Hyunjin quickly raised his hand, “I’m not so sure, Bbokari however-“
“NO NOT BBOKARI!“ Felix interrupted.
Jisung loved dinners with the members like this, it wasn't often they got time to themselves without cameras being shoved in their face catching every reaction and expression they made.
He loved his job, he really did, but he also loved nights when he could relax with his members to drink and say whatever.
He also loved those common times he, Changbin and Chan would stay up writing lyrics til 4 in the morning because Changbin had said something ridiculous about making classical the new big thing in kpop which lead to a lovely opera performance from Chan that lasted much longer then it should have.
Honestly, those drafts never went anywhere and Jisung usually woke up at 8 in the morning, Regretting it later when they had a 5 hour shoot right before doing 2 music bank stages and an exhausting fanmeet, but those moments were moments he could relive predebut times.
It was a hard time for Jisung, but Changbin and Chan were always there for him, most of the time at least, sometimes he would get angry at them and ignore them for hours. Which could end up leading into a full day, he always turned back and apologized after not having anyone to turn to.
“You okay, sungie?“ He heard Minho whisper next to him. Minho always noticed when he went spiralling.
When Minho showed up, Jisungs whole life changed. Whenever he got agitated or mad, Minho would quietly invite him to a café down the street or to stay up watching anime on the couch together.
He looked back up at Minho seeing how his cat-like features morphed into concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine.“ He smiled back at him. He definitely would’ve been stuck in that state for a lot longer if Minho had truly been eliminated, he remembered what it was like that week Minho was gone. He went into such a depressive cycle, not even realizing how much Minho or his presence meant to him until he was gone. He woke up in tears, sweating and panting most nights with Changbin having to go get Chan to come calm him down, the things he felt when Minho walked through those doors along with Felix were indescribable.
They stuck close ever since. During interviews, on stage and behind the cameras. Sometimes, they would start on the furthest side of the room from eachother but they always ended up together by the end of it, like some sort of magnetic force pushing them next to eachother.
Now that they live together, that force seemed to have only gotten stronger, they spend most nights talking for hours until the sun comes up. One time, they were drinking together and Jisung, being the lightweight he is, got drunk while sitting next to Minho and randomly started crying, When Minho turned to look at him, he geniunely thought Minho might start laughing right in his face.
“Sungie, why are you crying?“ he had tried to sympathise, but he had the fattest grin ever.
“Your voice is just so beautiful you’ve been doing so well recently it has such a nice vibe..“ Jisung slurred on for what he thought was only for 30 seconds. Minho had told him that he had said that for two hours straight the next morning.
Minho still teases him for that. But Jisung would let him forever if it meant he got to see Minho laugh that hard. He loved seeing the boy laugh, he always looked so soft when he wasnt breathing down somebodys neck for not having their arms at a 90 degree angle in practice.
He felt an elbow nudge his side quickly, looking up to see Minho staring at him.
“..what?“
Minho gave him a soft smile. “Stop thinking so much sungie, come on we’re all watching a film.“
He hadn’t even realised everyone had gotten up moving over to the couch. He liked how Minho noticed most things about him that the other members missed, or the fact that he never seemed to notice that much about the other members. It made him feel special.
“I’m sitting next to you though, right hyung?“
Minho let out a fake annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. “Well if you’re going to practically beg me to sit next to you then fine.”
Jisung swatted his arm “Okay then I’ll go sit with Channie hyung, he always appreciates my company-“
He was cut off by Minho yanking him off the chair, picking him up and throwing him onto the couch
“No. I’m not sitting near Hyunjin.“ Minho almost spat out. Jisung giggled and dragged Minhos arm, pulling him next to him.
Minho pulled the blanket up covering him and Jisung, putting an arm around Jisungs waist and pulling him closer. Jisung gently rested his head on Minhos chest, barely focusing on the film.
He had noticed that none of the other members were this clingy, actually no, Felix and Changbin were the DEFINITION of human leeches. None of the members were clingy with anyone in particular with eachother.
Honestly, Jisung liked how no one else had what he and Minho did, it was comforting.
Not long after the film had started, his eyelids started to feel heavy and he was closing his eyes. Right before sleep took him, he felt fingers gently running through his hair, stroking his head repetitively.
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Jisung woke up with the most painful headache. He vividly remembered Minho carrying him back to their apartment last night. Schedules had definitely been burning him out recently. The headache pissed him off because he avoided alcohol the entire night just so this wouldn't happen.
“Hyuuuuunggg!!“ Jisung whined. Whenever he was sick, if he was pouty enough, Minho would always take care of him. He always acted irritated about it, but truthfully Jisung knows he secretly enjoys it, and not just because it means that Minho also doesn't have to go out the whole day.
“Jisung-ah get your ass back to sleep, its 4:30 in the morning!“ Minho called out from his room. Jisung could almost see the pissed and exhausted look on Minhos face just from the tone. He reluctantly sat up and checked his phone, not like it changed anything.
“Minho hyung pleaseee, I feel really sick and my head hurts!“ Jisung was basically throwing himself around on his bed like a toddler at this point.
There was a long minute of silence and for a moment, Jisung actually thought Minho had taken the piss and gone back to sleep.
His door gently opened and he saw Minho walking in with some medicine and a glass of water. He smiled weakly from where his cheek was squashed into the pillow and Minho rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a princess sung-ah. How are you ever going to survive on the days im out or doing events in another country?“ Minho placed the glass down on Jisungs bedside table and peeled open the box.
“Mm, my immune system isn't allowed to act up when you aren't here, how will my dear precious Minho hyung look after me if not?“
Minho glared at him before dabbing his hand in the glass of water and spraying Jisung.
“Yah! what the fuck Minho! I’m sick!“ He yelled, throwing a bit back at him. Minho scowled, “Yeah, doesn't stop you from being a little shit though does it?“
Jisung pouted and was about to snap back but Minho cut him off. “We’re going to channies later this afternoon to open presents okay? It should be a lot more calmer than last night but just take it easy for now. Him and hyunjin are really busy this morning which definitely benefits you from everyone having to go to Chans this early.“
Jisung frowned, he couldn't have looked that bad could he? He slowly got up and went to his bathroom and looked in the mirror, he didn’t look the best. He had bags under his eyes, his skin was pale, making him look like he was about to throw up any second and his face was ridiculously swollen.
He groaned loudly before throwing himself back on the bed shoving his face in the pillow. “I think I’ll skip christmas this year.“ his voice muffled by the pillow.
Minho sighed. “I don't think you can just “skip“ christmas sungie.“
Jisung turned over and dramatically placed a hand over his head. “Look at me Minho, seriously!“ Minho hummed before brushing a hair out of his face “still pretty though.“ Jisung was about to slap him but when he opened his eyes Minho wasnt laughing or even smiling. Ah. He was serious.
Every now and then moments like these would happen, they could be jokingly flirting or having a completely normal conversation, but Minho would always end up saying something that made Jisung stop breathing for a moment. He knew Minho was just teasing him but he always thought about if Minho would mean it, would it change their friendship much?
He didnt even realise how close he and Minho had gotten. His heartbeat raised a little.
Minho swiftly took off Jisungs oversized hoodie and placed it next to him leaving Jisung in a baggy white shirt.
“Minho if you don't move away from my face im going to throw up on you.“
Minho gave him a disgusted look before handing him the medicine and water. “Drink.“
Jisung carefully took it, trying not to spill any droplets onto the sheets, why was he not joking back?
“Thank you hyung, I hope I’ll feel better for channies later tonight.“
Minho exhaled, “You should do, rest for a few hours and hopefully that will fix you by then.“ Minho ruffled Jisungs long black hair, which already had been a complete mess, before leaving.
Jisung knew Minho was a flirty person, but sometimes it just felt a bit too real, he had to remind himself that Minho was like this with all the members not just him. But sometimes when he couldnt sleep, he watched the fan edits and he did notice the way Minho looked at him when he wasnt looking.
It didn't mean anything though. Minho was his bestfriend and they definitely were closer to eachother then the other members, not by a drastic amount, though it was obvious. But they never talked about what “more“ meant, because why would they? They’re friends.
Jisung genuinely appreciated his and Minhos friendship, although there were stupid times where Minho kept almost kissing him on camera. Jisung laughed it off and ducked away every single time but lately he’s been thinking about how many times he and Minho would have actually kissed if he hadnt moved away.
It doesn't mean anything. It was just a simple wonder if he would have taken Minho by suprise and not move at all. They were bestfriends, Jisung didnt think anymore of it before falling asleep.
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He woke up to the smell of tea and tomato. Weird. Despite feeling extremely queazy, it smelt really good and he could definitely eat something right now.
He opened his door and nearly slammed face first into Minho. “What the hell is wrong with you!“ Jisung glared up at him. Minho tapped the back of his head, “I would not be speaking like that to the person who just made you lunch.“
Jisung looked behind Minhos shoulder over to the kitchen and saw soup bubbling on the stove. “Really?“ he quickly walked over eyeing the food. Minho was an insanely good cook and Jisung never took that for granted, he always cooked dinner for both of them but making a whole meal at lunch just because Jisung was a little sick made his heart swell.
“No actually, you shouldn't eat mixed foods while you have an off tummy, you were going to have some bread while I ate this infront of you.“
Jisungs face fell into the biggest pout, literally looking on the verge of tears whenever his eyes popped out and his eyebrows turned downwards like that.
Minhos grin instantly vanished. “N-no Jisung-ah ofcourse this is for you I was joking jagiya, go take a seat I’ll dish you up now.“
Jisungs smile quickly reappeared and he happily went to go sit down as Minho placed a bowl infront of Jisung and sat down opposite from him. Jisung was quietly stuffing his cheeks with food ignoring the fact that his tongue was literally on fire from the heat.
He was halfway through his food when he looked up and saw Minho staring fondly at him. “What?“ Jisung asked with his mouth still full of food.
Minho looked amused. “Nothing just dont eat too fast or you will actually throw up.“ He said before pinching Jisungs puffed out cheeks and walking off.
“Where are you going?“ Jisung pouted again. Minho turned around while still heading towards the door, “I’m gonna go get some shopping done, we need some groceries and I’ll get you a heat pack for your stomach and an ice pack for your head while I'm out, you okay to be alone for a few hours jagi?“ Minho was already putting on his shoes and coat so it wasn't really much of a question but more of a comforting statement.
Jisung smiled. Minho really acted like a husband when his wife was on her period when Jisung was sick, as much as he was adoring Minho right now he really didnt feel like being home alone for hours.
He wasn't really going to say no either way, Jisung can happily entertain himself for a few hours “Yeah I’ll be okay, thank you Minho.“ Minho smiled at him before leaving. Jisung finished the rest of his food then crawling onto the couch with some crisps and popcorn before turning on the TV and scrolling through netflix trying to find a new drama to fill his boredom.