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Regardless of Minho's will to be the one going after Jisung, the 7 boys left the gallery, the second oldest in front of them, panting as the rain hit his face. He looked around at the street, spotting the younger walking fast to the other side, a car speeding by too fast and the night falling slowly. Minho ran across the street, ignoring Chan's scold as a few other cards passed by, and reached for the boy.

"Jisung!", he gasped, grabbing the younger's arm and turning him around, the small garden around them painted with the colors of the sunset. The voices from the gallery seemed to be far away now, a few languages mixed and some music playing in a cafe close to them were the only things that Minho could hear besides Jisung's small sniffles. The older dropped his arm, feeling his chest tighten as small tears kept falling down the boy's face. "Ji?" He called softly, as the other boys arrived to the garden as well.

Minho saw them through his peripheral vision and raised his hand a bit, Chan nodded and pulled Jeongin back by his hand, resting an arm around the younger's waist. The maknae frowned, but stayed in still.

Minho brought his hand up to clean one of Jisung's cheeks, lowering his voice so that only him could hear what the older had to say.

"What's wrong, baby?"

The whisper made Jisung cry even more, he choked a sob and let his head fall down, the older panicked for a second, pulling him gently into a hug and sighing as the younger hugged back, swinging his arms around his torso and burying his face in Minho's neck.

Chan smiled at the view, turning back and watching as the others looked at them.

Seungmin had a hand on Hyunjin's shoulder, and the taller smiled at the scene, his eyes watering a bit, the sun reflected on them. Felix and Changbin had walked a bit back, trying to give the two their privacy, and the other two guys ended up joining them after a few seconds of the hug.

"Let's go back with them. Those two need to talk."

Jeongin pouted and looked back at Chan.

"Is Jisung feeling unwell?"

Chan chuckled, bopping his nose.

"You're smarter than that, Innie. Come on."

The younger looked back at the two once again, smiling softly at the scene and letting Chan intertwine their fingers as they joined the rest of the group, Hyunjin talking about something in a low voice, making Felix chuckle a bit.

Jisung calmed down after a few minutes, and the older pulled away, cupping his face and caressing the younger's red cheeks.

"Jisung, what happened?" His voice was calm but his eyes showed how worried he was, and the younger only felt worst. He gripped the older's shirt and bit his lip.

"It's s-so stupid-"

"If it made you be like this it's not stupid." Minho assured, making their eyes meet. "Is it something that I did?" He shook his head. "Someone else? Who?"

"N-no-"

"Baby, please.", he sighed, tilting his head a bit and cleaning the rest of the tears, never letting go of his face.

Jisung took a deep breath, reaching to hold one of Minho's hands in his.

"I was just t-thinking, about e-everything and I got scared. C-confused."

Minho frowned, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face.

"About what? Us?" The younger nodded, and Minho pressed his lips into a thin line."When you go back?"

"I know I-it's stupid." Jisung closed his eyes, hopping to not break again, his breathing finally slowing down. "It's not like I'm someone special and-"

"Hey hey, what?" He opened up his eyes to Minho's wide ones, he felt his cheek cold as the older dropped his hand. "No one... what are you talking about?"

Jisung gulped, looking at the floor, slowly letting go of the older's hand.

"This is just a summer fling." He whispered, and he could swear Minho had been hit by something by the way he stepped back, almost like taking a kick to the stomach. "As soon as I'm out of here you'll find someone else a-and..." he swallowed his tears, knowing one more word and he would break, but he just couldn't stop. "And you'll want to paint someone else like m-maybe that m-man on the ga-" he choked on his own words, and the older scoffed, making him look up as tears started falling down his face again.

"Is that what you think?" Minho raised his eyebrow. "Is that what you want?"

"No!"

All six heads turned to them again, Chan getting up and almost running to them as Jisung's scream echoed in the street. He dropped to the floor, holding his head in his hands and crying again. Minho went after him, carefully laying a hand on his shoulder.

"No?"

"N-No." Jisung looked up, tears rolling down his face too fast for Minho to catch them, but he still tried.

Every single one of them.

"Then why are you like this?" He asked softly, his own voice starting to tremble as he tried to hold back his tears.

"B-because for you it-"

"Don't even finish that sentence Han Jisung. God, how are you so dense?" He chuckled, and the youngest simply stared at him, mouth partly opened. Minho pulled him up and they stood in front of each other. "I don't want anyone else, Han."

The younger shook his head.

"You say that now but-"

"But I will say it later too." Minho took both his hands, sounding desperate to a point Jisung never thought he could go. "Haven't you heard anything of what I told you these last few weeks? The soulmate shit?"

Jisung gulped, feeling his chest calm down once again, his cheeks swollen and wet from the tears and the drops of rain that fell over them.

"I did! You've been in Paris for ages you probably have found a lot of people-"

"None of them are you." He interrupted, his voice lower than the usual. "None of them made me so confused to the point I would stare at the paintings I did if you for hours, none affected me the way you do, making me want to find out more, go after." He took a small step forward, and the younger looked at him with wide eyes. "None of them showed me the world like you did." He cupped a side of Jisung's face again, this time softly, like he was scared of touching him. "You opened the doors for me to do many things, even if you think it was only a few colors in my pallet that I didn't use it meant so much more than that. You taught me new emotions and what it is like to fear."

Jisung leaned onto the touch.

"Fear?"

"Fear losing you." The older smiled sadly. "I'm scared, Jisung. Scared of you knowing that I'm not as confident as I seem, or how I shut down during these presentations." He pointed at the other side of the street, and for the first time, Jisung noticed the 6 boys that stood there, talking between them, protected from the rain. "I was scared of having you here today, so I was a coward and didn't ask you to come, but all I wanted was you holding my hand. I was scared of telling you how happy I was when you and Chuu broke up because you could not want me."

Jisung's chin fell to the floor.

"Not want you? Are you kidding me?"

Minho chuckled, a tears finally escaping his eye as he stared deep into Jisung's ones.

"I'm scared of you, because you have me wrapped around your finger, Han Jisung. And I'm scared of you having to leave, trust me, I am. But I am more scared of you leaving without me saying this." He leaned in, resting his forehead against the younger's one, whispering so that he could hear. "I meant it when I said I was glad you stopped on your way to watch me paint. I will always mean it. You'll be my muse for as long as I can paint and the one that taught me all the colors of this world."

"Minho..." Jisung closed his eyes, hoping to not break down one more time.

"You're my soulmate. I just know it."

"Min..." he sniffled. "God Min-"

The older pulled his chin up, gently placing a long peck on his lips, not caring about anyone that could watch. Jisung reached out to cup his face as well, sighing against his lips as his heart and brain tried to wrap around all that had happened on those last days.

When they pulled away, the rain started falling harder, as if on cue. They looked up and back at each other, laughing as the older pulled him into a hug, not caring about getting wet at all.

"So..." Minho murmured into his ear. "Tell me more about your jealousy and that man at the gallery."

Jisung pinched his neck, making the older whine and hugged him stronger, letting his eyes close again as he decided to ignore the future that was waiting for him in such a short time.

All that mattered right then and there, was Minho's body glued to his, the night falling over them leaving everything dark in the street, far away from the tourists attention.

Minho moved his hand to Jisung's, never letting to of them hug as he made their pinky finger's intertwine.

A silent promise or a messy love.

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Forgot to post yesterday and to warn, so sorry about it, but I won't be able to do a double update today since I am running out of chapters. I started posting this story with 10 chapters left to write and totally got lazy and didn't write them, but don't worry, I finish them on the next two days to post ;)

Alexa, play Birthday by Somi.