Kill me and I'll kill you - Minsung

Minho coughed loudly as he sat up abruptly.

Another nightmare ruining his night.

Out of his mind, he stood up. And as always, as if he was in automatic mode, he stood up, took his medication, and took a long shower to calm his over-rushing mind.

This night, he dreamt that he had died. Killed by Jisung that night.

Another scenario that could have happened, and that he believed it would.

And he didn't know if he was happy or not that it was only a dream.

Walking downstairs to have breakfast, he grabbed a fruit for him, pushing another one to Felix, before walking calmly to the living room.

And the door opened, someone entering.

"Jisung ?" Minho called, frowning.

Was he dreaming ? Hallucinating ?

He watched as Jisung entered the living room, sitting on the couch in front of his and taking his phone off, not even looking back at him.

It was curious.

"What are you doing here ?" Minho asked softly

"Shut up" Jisung responded coldly.

At first, he thought Jisung passed by for something, for someone. For a reason.

But when he stood up from the couch, and Jisung followed, and slowly got the clue.

Jisung wasn't there for nothing. He was there for a reason, and whatever that is, it concerns Minho.

But Minho decided to let him take his time.

Whatever that was that he needed, he didn't seem to keen on asking. He seemed to fight within himself to throw it out from him, so he'll give him the time he needs.

Jisung followed him everywhere.

Whenever Minho did something, Jisung would to it too with a few seconds of difference.

When he entered the room for lunch, his belly grumbling with hunger, he turned to Jisung.

"You wanna eat something ?" Minho asked softly.

"No" Jisung deadpanned.

He handed him a plate.

And Jisung grabbed it, muttering a curse under his breath.

Walking to the garden, only for Minho to grab something, he ended up turning to the boy, smiling as he was still following.

"Why are you following me ?" Minho asked, amused.

"You're imaginating things" Jisung responded coldly.

Minho chuckled softly at that.

As it was time for Minho to actually get back to work, he got to his office.

Walking in, he smiled when Jisung followed suit.

It was funny how he didn't mind having anyone in there anymore.

The contract didn't exist anymore, he had nothing more to hide to him.

Then he remembered something.

How his letter had disappeared.