Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

Rewrite the stars

A/N: i don't remember if Greatest Showman was out in 2016 i don't think so but let's pretend

How did they keep finding themselves in these situations?

Lin turned to his right, ending the periscope. They always wound up face to face, so close it hurt. Their breaths mingled together, getting heavy. Lin's hitched but he couldn't let it happen again.

Jon's hand was still grasping his throat and god why did it feel so good? It shouldn't feel good. He shouldn't be enjoying this. He wasn't his.

Jon's other hand slid up to caress his jaw, touch soft and tender. Jon swallowed, lips parting and Lin followed suit.

Lin's brain kicked into gear.

"No," he blurted. He slid out of his reach, walking through the beaded curtain to sit on the counter, head in his hands. Jon was frozen for a second, taking a deep breath and followed to sit next to him.

Lin tucked his knees into his chest, hiding his face.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" Jon asked. He couldn't bear the thought of bothering Lin.

"No," he mumbled quietly. They stayed silent for a few moments.

"Why not?" Lin brought his head up, staring straight ahead.

"Why don't I want you to leave?"

"No..... the other thing." Lin finally looked over reluctantly.

"You know why." At that moment Lin couldn't hold it in. His face was growing hot. Suppressed emotions were building up and he hid his face in his knees again.

"..... do you want a hug?" Jon asked, hearing soft whimpers that shattered his heart. Lin nodded and arms immediately wrapped around him. Eventually they were both crying.

Jon started softly singing a song he felt he related to most.

"You know I want you," Lin quieted down to listen. "It's not a secret I try to hide."

"But I can't have you," Lin joined in, "we're bound to break and my hands..... are tied."

Jon had had it. He sat up, taking Lin by the chin. They were just as close as they had been before.

"Who can stop me if I decide that your my destiny?" he whispered in the small space between their lips. Lin's breath hitched again, both their cheeks still wet. He placed a thumb on Jon's cheek, looking into his eyes. Maybe they could- maybe he didn't have a choice in the matter, he'd always pull towards him.

In that case- fuck it.

He brought their lips together. Lin was a writer- so why not rewrite the stars for the millionth time?