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Propinquity

Propinquity

Noun;

The state of being close to someone or something; proximity

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Jisung was humming tunes to himself as this is what he normally did while walking on his way to the hideout or any random place for that matter. It made him feel calm. He didn't like taking subways, it made him feel claustrophobic. His social skills lacked and was more apparent when he had to lead three strangers to his home. The only difference he could sense some sort of tension between Minho and his brother. Was it because Felix used his legal name when he went by a nickname addressing them?

Was it the brotherly attachment that is developed between the two?

Jisung could only recall some of the small talk Minho had when he was bed ridden for a few days, even then he was pretty closed off. Granted, his introverted attitude probably didn't help either, he was only there tending to the wounds making sure they wouldn't get infected. Watching over Minho was becoming second nature to him. If he wasn't gunning the younger off, he was twisting in discomfort in bed. Sometimes Jisung couldn't help but place his hands on the olders forehead and curl his fingers through his locks to calm him. Of course, the older didn't even know he did this, or maybe he choose to ignore that fact. But it seemed Jisung was just drawn to the older. It irritated him to no ends. He would help the older sit up, or if he needed help to stand and get to the washroom, that's really all he did in helping. Jisung briefly gazed towards the older seeing he is probably in excessive pain still. He kept a stone-cold facial expression, the entire time they walked. Jisung couldn't help but admire the features from afar. His narrowed cat like eyes, they were a deep shady oak color, the way he pressed his lips together in a straight line, then let a small breath out, his jawline sharp. In other words, he looked hot. Intimidating but he could see he had some sort of attractive look. Minho looked like a normal human being with his façade. The way he occasionally walked with purpose; you wouldn't have even known he was in pain.

Still in Jisungs own little world, Minho's expression burning in his mind, of all things he could be thinking about it was him. By this point he hadn't even realised he was walking ahead of the crew that were stopped about half a block away. Minho was a fair distance away looking out of breath. Sweat dripped off his bangs that covered his eyes as he tightly held his ribcage, to which Jisung only assumed it was still pretty painful. He has seen it plenty of times over the last few days, but somehow this was a new side to him he hadn't seen. So, he does have a soft side, like aside for being bedridden he really only still had that stone-cold scowl on his face, unless he was sleeping.

He leaned up against a wall, holding himself up, something was wrong, Jisung stopped. His feet unmoving from hesitating for fraction of a second to see Felix already at his side. Something boiled in Jisungs body. He felt weak in that very moment not being able to help. he felt attracted to the guy and he just wanted to do everything in his power to keep him safe. Only meeting a mere week ago, what made this so different. Was it the way they met?

Jisung wanted to refuse he felt anything, he wouldn't put himself through that again. That pain looming over him was bad enough, he didn't want another heart break.

"Min?" The way Felix said his name, the subtle gloss in Minho's eyes peering up at him. Minho had found himself leaning against the wall for support.

"They're getting worse." Felix quietly spoke. Minho scoffed, rolling his eyes. Felix didn't even know half of it. The trauma that really cycled through Minho's brain.