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They were all laughing their heads off. Cameras and crew not even registering to see them as they were having too much fun to care, as it is during most SKZCODE’s.
Changbin lets his hand slip from Hyunjin's hair, freeing him. Hyunjin looks almost traumatized while Changbin walks away triumphant while munching on the small remainder of the pepero stick.
“Okay, whose next?” Chan hollered out.
“How about Minho and Jisung?” quipped Seungmin. Of course he would volunteer them. Minho was about to quickly refuse until Jisung answered for him.
“Sure why not?” Jisung makes eye contact with Minho, seeming to notice he wasn’t going to agree, “What, you scared you’ll lose?”
Oh it’s on, “Me? Scared of losing to you? Never.”
Minho grabbed a pepero stick (the strawberry flavor since they are Jisung’s favorite) and met Jisung in the middle of the room. All the boys gather around and wait (somewhat) patiently for the show that is about to unfold.
Minho places one end of the stick between his front teeth and raises an eyebrow at Jisung. Jisung quickly bites the other end of the stick. A tint of red quickly rises to each of their faces, both of them hoping the makeup would cover it enough so it wouldn’t be caught on camera.
Jisung breaks out of his paused moment and quickly takes a few small bites, his face now inches from Minho’s.
Minho now makes his move, taking a few fast paced bites and pausing for Jisung to continue. They both make eye contact briefly and look away just as fast. Minho just needs to hold on a bit longer and he’ll win, he can do this. Jisung slowly takes another bite, now just over an inch away from Minho's lips.
“I’m on the edge of my seat,” I.N whispers.
“Same,” Felix mumbled back.
“You guys are so slow, oh my goshhh!” Seungmin loudly drags.
Minho decides to take this into his own hands. He takes a bite. Just a small one. He waits for Jisung to make a move but he doesn’t so he takes another, and another, and another until…
“Yahhh!” Jisung pulls away leaving Minho with just about a centimeter of pepero sticking out of his mouth, “You win!”
Minho just smirks in reply, happy with the fact that he won and he managed to get Jisung so flustered, but absolutely losing it on the inside.
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And that brings Minho to his predicament. He couldn’t sleep.
He kept tossing and turning. Counting sheep couldn’t solve his problems now. His big, huge, ginormous problems. His problems being Jisung.
He couldn’t get him out of his mind. They’ve always had a connection, no one could deny that. But this…this was unusual.
Every time he closed his eyes he just saw Jisung’s looking right back into his. His stupid, cute boba eyes stairing straight into his soul.
He's decided he's had enough of this and gets up to grab some water.
“Oh, hey hyung.” Of course, just his luck. Jisung is leaning against the counter staring at him. “Im heating up some water for tea, you want some?”
Minho sighs, “...Sure. Why not”
They both stand there awkwardly for a second, “Soooo, why you up so late?”
“Just couldn’t sleep. What about you Ji? Why are you up so late?”
“Same thing. My mind is just too loud to rest right now and tea sounded nice so here I am,” Jisung explains white picking at his nails.
“Stop doing that.”
Jisung looked up confused, “Doing what?”
“Picking at your fingers. It’s a bad habit.”
“I knowww,” Jisung drags with a soft smile peaking through.
Minho impulsively decides to make a move and steps closer, taking hold of Jisung’s hands in his, “Here maybe this will help.”
“Oh” Jisung lets out “thanks,” he whispers.
“You held my hand when I needed it,” Minho said breathily. “Im always here.”
“Th-” BEEP! BEEEP! BEEP! The electric kettle goes off loudly announcing the water is ready. “Gosh I hate how loud that thing is.”
Jisung's hands slip out from Minho’s and he can’t help but feel sad by the absence of Jisung’s warmth.
They fall into comfortable silence as Jisung prepares their tea. They sit and sip in silence for a while drinking in the warmth and domesticity of the moment. “This is nice,” Jisung breaths out.
“Yeah,” Minho says while staring into Jisung’s eyes, “It is.”
They sit in silence for just about a minute more until Jisung breaks it once again, “So are we just not gonna talk about it?”
“Huh, about what?” Knowing full well what Jisung means.
“Common hyung. I know you’re a pabo but you're not that dumb.”
“Ok first of all-” He starts but loses track of what he’s saying as Jisung reaches for his hand and scoot closer to him.
“Hyung, please. I can’t keep ignoring this,” Jisung pleads, his eyes sparkling from the soft lighting of the room along with his pure adoration for his Minho.
“I-I don’t know what to tell you.”
“So show me jagi.”
Minho’s brain stops working. Jisung can’t be serious. “Jisung, what are you really asking right now?”
“We both know what I mean. Don’t start lying to me now hyungi. Tell me, I promise to shut up and listen for once.”
Minho chuckled at that, “I-” He can’t believe he’s about to do this but oh well, “I love you Jisung.” He looks up at Jisung and quickly looks back down. He can’t speak when he’s distracted by those eyes. “I love you. You know that. The boys know that. Stay knows that… but no one knows how much. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and probably more than I’ll ever love anyone. You're everything to me. You’re my friend, my roommate, my other half, my singer…my soulmate. I know this seems like it’s coming out of nowhere but it’s been here for a long time. A lot longer than I'd like to admit. It-”
“Since I held your hand?” Jisung said lightly.
“Yeah… yeah since you held my hand. I think- I think I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, when you held my hand is when I realized it. I never wanted to pressure you or make you uncomfortable so I never said anything.”
“Never said anything besides call me Jagi, and you’re soulmate, and-”
“Okay, okay I get it. But you say those too so you can’t blame me.”
“You know why I say those to you right?”
“...I-I have an idea.”
“I love you Minho.” Jisung says almost desperately. Like he’s trying to convince Minho knowing it won’t be easy for him to accept it. “I always have. I always will. I’ve been yours since the moment I saw you. You just didn’t know it.”
Minho’s breath is gone, “God, I wish I knew it sooner.”
“Yah? What would you have done?” Jisung says with a soft smirk.
“I probably would’ve…” And he leans in, one hand capturing Jisung’s and the other lightly holding Jisung’s cheek, “done something like this,” He stares into his eyes checking to make sure he isn’t overstepping and Jisung really wants this. Jisung nods and Minho leans in closing the last bit of distance between them. Their lips meet softly and they both breathe a soft sigh of relief. They did it.
Jisung pulls away after a few seconds and looks into Minho’s eyes, “good choice.”
Minho laughs lightly and Jisung swoops back in, capturing Minho’s lips once again.