Han Jisung

Minho woke up from an elbow hitting him in the ribs.
He didn't even open his eyes right away, he just lay there for a few seconds, trying to figure out whether it was worth starting this day at all.
Next to him, Jisung was very quietly hissing something angry and sleepy under his breath. The bed twitched periodically. His tics at night had gotten worse again.
Minho rolled over onto his side.

• You will kill me someday.
  Jisung buried his face in the pillow.
• not on purpose.
  and then he jerked his head to the side so sharply that he almost hit his forehead against the wall.
  Minho instinctively caught him by the shoulder.
• Hey.
  "I'm fine," the khan muttered, though he looked as abnormal as could be. His hair was sticking out in all directions, his eyes were half-closed, and his hand would occasionally clench into a fist on its own.
  Minho looked at him for about five seconds, then reached out and poked his finger into his cheek.
• You look like a beaten puppy.
  Jisung wanted to answer, but instead a short whistle escaped him. He snorted into his pillow, already starting to laugh.
• shut up.
  He sat up in bed, trying to rub his eyes, but because of the tic, he hit his forehead with his palm.
  The clap came out unexpectedly loud.
  Minho froze.
  Jisung also froze.
  then minho said absolutely calmly:
• how... self-critical, however..
  Jisung doubled over laughing.
  and it was at that moment that he was jerked again, with his shoulder and head at the same time, so sharply that he lost his balance and slowly fell out of bed.
  the noise was worthy.
  Minho sat down.
  looked down.
  Jisung lay on the floor like a star and was silent for about ten seconds.
• alive?
• No.
  The khan raised his hand up without changing his position.
  — Tell my relatives that I fell in battle.
  Minho was already laughing, hanging off the bed.
• with whom?
• with your own body.
  Jisung tried to get up, but in the process he jerked his neck again and accidentally hit the nightstand.
  After that, he simply sat down on the floor and stared at the wall with the look of a man who no longer expects anything from life.
  Minho got off the bed and sat down next to him.
• rough morning?
  Jisung silently showed him the middle finger.
  and then, because of the tick, he showed the second one.

Minho woke up from an elbow hitting him in the ribs.
He didn't even open his eyes right away, he just lay there for a few seconds, trying to figure out whether it was worth starting this day at all.
Next to him, Jisung was very quietly hissing something angry and sleepy under his breath. The bed twitched periodically. His tics at night had gotten worse again.
Minho rolled over onto his side.

• You will kill me someday.
  Jisung buried his face in the pillow.
• not on purpose.
  and then he jerked his head to the side so sharply that he almost hit his forehead against the wall.
  Minho instinctively caught him by the shoulder.
• Hey.
  "I'm fine," the khan muttered, though he looked as abnormal as could be. His hair was sticking out in all directions, his eyes were half-closed, and his hand would occasionally clench into a fist on its own.
  Minho looked at him for about five seconds, then reached out and poked his finger into his cheek.
• You look like a beaten puppy.
  Jisung wanted to answer, but instead a short whistle escaped him. He snorted into his pillow, already starting to laugh.
• shut up.
  He sat up in bed, trying to rub his eyes, but because of the tic, he hit his forehead with his palm.
  The clap came out unexpectedly loud.
  Minho froze.
  Jisung also froze.
  then minho said absolutely calmly:
• how... self-critical, however..
  Jisung doubled over laughing.
  and it was at that moment that he was jerked again, with his shoulder and head at the same time, so sharply that he lost his balance and slowly fell out of bed.
  the noise was worthy.
  Minho sat down.
  looked down.
  Jisung lay on the floor like a star and was silent for about ten seconds.
• alive?
• No.
  The khan raised his hand up without changing his position.
  — Tell my relatives that I fell in battle.
  Minho was already laughing, hanging off the bed.
• with whom?
• with your own body.
  Jisung tried to get up, but in the process he jerked his neck again and accidentally hit the nightstand.
  After that, he simply sat down on the floor and stared at the wall with the look of a man who no longer expects anything from life.
  Minho got off the bed and sat down next to him.
• rough morning?
  Jisung silently showed him the middle finger.
  and then, because of a tick, he accidentally showed the second one