He hadn't stepped wrong, twisted or bent it in a weird way. Or at least he didn't remember having done so. The pain in Minho's left foot started last week after practice - it was striking, unforgiving and went all the way to his knee. Kind of like that painful sensation when you hit that specific part of your elbow, except times stronger and unwavering. They still had one concert left in their World Tour so He'd push thru. It's not like he had any other choice really, and he didn't want to step out right at their ending concert. So he continued.

Fast forward to 2 weeks later.

He has no idea how his legs didn't give out under him in the last moments but what mattered was that it was over. He could rest now. On their way back, he sau Han giving him some worried looks. And in the car, Felix noticed when he winced after he sat down a bit weirdly. The younger didn't hesitate to offer him a massage, but he had to turn it down cause he couldn't expose himself so soon. Not yet. Naturally, seeing the words 'Minho' and 'takeout', Jisung barges in his room exactly five and a half minutes later. It's clear he rushed here from his own dorm.

"Good morning.", Jisung grins, "I just woke up and I have come to humbly accept your food offering."

"Morning.", Minho moves a little to the side to make space for him but flinches when Jisung approaches. He expects the younger to jump on his bed, to sit harder or closer to his legs, and unknowingly cause him a jolt of pain. Jisung instead, like never, sits next to him gently and gracefully. If he's noticed Minho's momentary apprehension and sudden relief, he doesn't show it. Jisung leans in and they look through the delivery app on Minho's phone. "I think I'm gonna go for this and a coffee.", Minho points at the photo of a Kung Pao beef dish. "Iced americano? Me too. Never too late for a coffee.", Jisung says with conviction, "I want beef noodles!".Minho nods and places the order after selecting the food. He makes sure to pay by card. Jisung stands up to leave but the older catches his wrist, "Do you wanna get it for me when it arrives? Your dorm is closer to the door."

'And I am suffering', he thinks to himself jokingly. He does his best puppy eyes and thinks he's borderline tearing up for real.

Jisung makes an unreadable face but nods, "Yeah, sure. Call me when they call you?". Minho hums and the younger's off. Jisung's lazy but not the type to be unable or unwilling to get up and go get some food. That's what strikes Minho.

Out of sight, out of mind. He spends the next thirty minutes clicking away on his phone until he gets the call. After he hangs up on the delivery guy he calls Jisung and tries to sound cute and enthusiastic on the phone, "Jisungie! Food's here." Jisung straight up hangs up on him and Minho almost has it in him to laugh at himself. He attempts to shift and push himself a little more upright in his bed but gets the strikingly painful sensation in his leg again. Terrible choice. Jisung barges in with the box of food and the two coffees. It smells amazing from here. "You're allergic to knocking, aren't you?", Minho chuckles. Jisung stops in his tracks.Oh, sorry, let me walk back out and not come back.", the younger threatens and Minho's eyes widen comically. "Don't you dare.", he warns. Jisung sits on the edge of Minho's bed, just as gently as last time, hands him one of the coffees and starts taking everything out of the plastic bags it's packed in. They eat in silence, occasionally making appreciative sounds while chewing. Minho thinks of telling him, maybe downplaying it a little, asking him to stay. He doesn't. Once they're done, Jisung diligently collects all the trash and stands up, "Thank you for the food, hyung. Call me later."Once he's done, Jisung prepares to stand up even though he hasn't let go, "Do you need anything else?". The older opens his mouth, as if to say something, then closes it right back. Jisung's heart sinks but he waits. "Yes.", he changes his mind suddenly.