chapter nine

                                    

                                          
The soft sun beams shining on the back of his head caused Jisung to stir. He turned his head to see his clock that read 09:18. Usually, he would've just dozed off since it was still the weekend, but something inside him was preventing him from doing so. 
When he finally came to his senses, he realised that he was laying on something - not a pillow but a person's chest. The extraordinarily slow sounds of a heart beating were so hypnotising that they made him keep his head in place. Jisung also realised that the person had their hands on his shoulders, the grip seemed so intentional, almost like the person wanted to keep their hands there. 
Still he raised his head slowly to be met with Minho's face looking down with his eyes shut. Jisung couldn't help but stare at the boy above him. His dark brown hair was quite dishevelled due to him tossing and turning in his sleep. Most of his bangs had been brushed out of his face, revealing the features underneath. His long lashes were exposed, even more of his flawless skin and Jisung spotted a slight scar on the bridge of his nose.
Was that why he always covered his face with his bangs? Jisung wondered if that was the case, since the scar on the bridge of his nose was quite distinct.
Before he knew it, Minho's eyebrows furrowed at the slight movement from the younger and he began to wake up. Jisung immediately turned his head away so he wouldn't make the moment awkward between the two. But Minho had already opened his eyes before Jisung could quickly rest his head back on the older boy's chest. 

Jisung was still in that position, silently pleading in his head that Minho wasn't looking or if he had just simply dozed back off to sleep, since it was still quite early. He's got better things to do than to just stare right? Why would he even want to stare at him? Sheepishly, Jisung averted his gaze to check whether his assumptions were correct and he could just relax. But instead, when he did raise his head, Jisung was greeted with Minho's sleepy, relaxed eyes looking in his direction. He was looking at him.
A slight blush adorned Jisung's cheeks, as he felt warmth rise in his cheek bones due to Minho's relaxed crimson eyes staring right into him. "Um, m-morning." Jisung mumbled quietly, he felt so awkward. 
"Morning." The older's response had almost the same volume as Jisung, but Minho seemed to be more relaxed. He then removed his hands from Jisung's shoulders and reached out to retrieve his necklace from the nightstand and then put it on, while hiding it under the shirt he was wearing. 
He also leaned over a second time to retrieve his phone from the nightstand, forgetting that it was still dead. The older groaned out of frustration and placed his phone back in place, with a bit more force. 
Jisung felt a bit sad when Minho let go of him to get his necklace from the bedside table, the touch provided him with comfort. He felt disappointed with the loss of the sensation. And he was convinced that the touch was intentional because when Minho woke up, he didn't stare at his hands in the position that they were in or was disgusted or even removed them. It was like he wanted to hold him.
Minho didn't know what to feel or to think. He'd fallen asleep with this cute boy in his arms because the touch he offered provided him with comfort and washed away all those memories from then. This was all so new to him. No one had ever done something like this for him. And now that someone had, it was intriguing but also a bit frightful.
"Um, thanks for letting me stay here. I think I should go now." Minho got out from under the duvet and began to make his way to a small chair in the corner where he left his clothes from the night before. But then a hand reached out to grab his wrist. 
"Hey, are you sure? If you're hungry, you can stay, Seungjun hyung is making pancakes." The offer was generous and yes, Minho was craving something to eat. But he was mainly hungry for something else, and he drank it all yesterday. But still, this was Jisung offering, and for some reason, an urge inside of him persuaded him to take that offer.