You were my story
Your words come to mind endlessly
Just being able to look at it
Like a photo that will be engraved deeply in my heart

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Jisung was beyond frustrated days later.

He had tried to talk to Felix all week, feeling like his fake twin was the only person he could trust those feelings too, and the lack of them as well.

If there was someone who could figure out why is heart was beating so fast it was the person in their group with the biggest one.

He was sitting in the studio in the middle of the week, whining as the lyrics came out, his brain clouted, words not making sense.

Write what you feel.

He scoffed, thinking back at Chan's advice.

He felt nothing.

His nerves started picking up rather quickly, his mind running twice as fast as he felt himself panicking.

He really hated that, hated how he was.

He messily grabbed his stuff, looking over at the clock and hoping Minho was still awake at that time of the night.

He rushed out of the company building and into the dorms at the speed of light, barely talking to Felix and Hyunjin and getting into his room.

Minho was sitting on his bed, phone in hand texting stays, and he turned his head at the door being closed behind the shorter.

His eyebrows furrowed, legs thrown down the bed.

"You okay?"

Jisung only then, at the familiar question, realized how much of a mess he probably looked.

His hair was messy from the binnie he had on for half of the day, his clothes had been the first shirt and sweatpants he had found that morning, breathing hard and heavy from running and probably a desperate expression.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus his ideas, the words running around in his head as well as on the paper.

"I-I... I need... I was at... god- I'm sorry. I'm just so stressed today.", he gripped his hair, sighing as Minho got up, throwing his phone to the bed and waking to the younger. "I don't know what the hell is going on."

Minho cupped a side of his face, and Jisung kept his eyes closed as the guy pull his head up, waiting for the kiss that would make him finally feel that day.

One that didn't come.

"Want to talk about it?"

The younger huffed, opening and rolling his eyes.

"No, just help me out.", he pulled the older's face closer, and Minho frowned, holding his waist by reflex.

"Ji, you're always avoiding this now-"

"I just need a stress reliever-"

Minho leaned back, making Jisung whine like a child, not noticing how serious his expression looked.

"No. You need to talk about it."

Jisung rolled his eyes, huffing and slapping Minho's hand away from his face, going past him, hating the knot on his chest.

He just needed to feel.

"You're being a bitch today."

"Excuse me?", Minho turned as Jisung sat on his own bed. "I am trying to get to you, Han. I'm trying to understand what's happening.", his voice was harsh, and Jisung knew it, but something made him bitch back.

"What's happening is that I need you to help me, and apparently you can't even do that."

Minho's expression changed to an ironic smile faster than Jisung could say "cheesecake".

"Oh, so what I'm only here for that now? Your best friend is here to fuck you? Nothing else?", he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've been trying to be patient with you, but if you keep pushing the best friend part of me away I can't do this anymore. I'm not here to pretend you're not struggling. I let you have your space and your relieve, but it's time to talk about it."

Jisung simply let his head fall, tears falling down his eyes into the dark floor, not daring to mutter a word at the speech.

Minho was usually calm, his voice was smooth and not harsh, his face soft and not tensed.

Jisung held his breath, hearing the other chuckle again.

"Great, no words, uhum? Goodnight."

He was midway to his bed when Jisung's breath failed, the younger letting out a sob.

He knew Minho has stopped on his tracks, so he tried to avoid the next ones, in which he failed terribly.

In less than 2 seconds he was hiccuping and sobbing his eyes out, hand covering his face and Minho rushing to him, knees on the floor in front of shorter.

"Ji? Jisung, please-", he cupped his face, hands falling and pulled him to his chest, making both of them fall on the floor. He whispered in his ear. "Shhh, baby, calm down. I'm sorry."

Red flag.

No pet names.

"It's not y-your failt u-you're right-"

"No, no, baby look at me.", Minho pulled him back to the bed, cleaning his tears. "I was too harsh."

"I was too stupid.", he sniffed, after a few minutes trying to calm down, feeling Minho pull his head closer. "I have b-been avoiding talking about it. Talking to you.", he bit his lip, watching as the older leaned in, their bodies tangling in a weird but comfortable way.

Had he always been that warm?

"I should have been calmer about it."

"You got pissed. It's understandable.", Jisung cleaned the remaining of his own tears. "I've been stupid to you. And I can't avoid it."

His mind was running over all the reasons, all the things he hadn't told him yet.

That it wasn't just the stress that made him do that. But the numbness.

That he felt weird, that he felt differently.

That he wanted him back every time he went away.

Minho smiled, pulling him away from the floor and down on the bed and, dragging a blanket over them, making Jisung's heart speed up.

Red flag.

No cuddles.

Minho pulled his waist close, and Jisung closed his eyes, not even daring to question as the warmth filled him, sighing in content at the scent he loved so much.

He had never felt this comfortable in his life.

"I adore you, Han Jisung.", Minho whispered, feeling the younger bury his head on his neck and holding him as close as he could. "And I only want you to be happy. I won't even pressure you to tell me anything.", he shifted to be even closer, and Jisung gulped.

Red flag.

"I'll always be here for you."

Red flag.

"Good night, prince."

Red flag.

Jisung fell asleep within minutes, falling in his bestfriend's arms for the first time, and finally managed to have a good night of sleep.

No voices in his head, no crazy dreams, no more tears falling.

Jisung fell asleep without wishing Minho back.

Because he had Minho right there with him.

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I'll gather my memories one by one
And cherish them in my heart
Your scent became the wind and flew far away
I'll remember it forever

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Fun fact I started posting this because I simply wanted to post something but the story is not over yet and I realized now I only have two mor chapters written so I have to go write more oups