~Minsung Oneshots~

TMT (Too Much Thinking)

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Jisung was sitting in his swivel chair, his head hanged back, observing the white ceiling, almost as it was the most interesting thing in the world to look at. He was swaying his body side to side, words and phrases were running through his mind, as he tried to think of a proper way to put them into a lyrics.

Lately, his head was clouded by deep thoughts that slowly, but suddenly appeared in his mind. These thoughts drew his attention away from his actual job, and he couldn't concentrate on his works for like days, which of course other members noticed, too. He tried everything to clear his mind, such as listening to relaxing music, watching some funny videos, but neither of them helped him. His mind was always ramming around of something, or more specifically, of someone.

He didn't know, neither presumed why, but every little thing reminded him of this specific person. It could be a glass of water on the table, or a video of a dance choreography, even just a pair of white socks. He didn't even realize, but he has been staring at the ceiling for a very long time, enough to call it an eternity. His actual reason to lean back, and think of an interesting theme to write a song about, was long ago forgotten. His mind, as always, drifted to this boy, who probably doesn't even know how much the young rapper thinks about them.

Jisung's train of thoughts was interrupted when there were a few, soft knocks on the studio door. He quickly snapped out of the day dream, shook his head, just enough not to get dizzy, and leaned over to his notebook. He quickly opened a few more tabs on the computer; to pretend he was actually working.

"Yes?" Jisung shouted, signaling the person on the other side of the door that they could enter the small, but cozy studio. The door opened slightly, just enough for a head to peak in. A not so tall black haired male came to see Jisung, but only his head was showing. Jisung could surely tell who he was. After all, they were bandmates.

"Hey! Can I come in?" The male asked, to which he only got back a cute smile, and a small nod. He opened the door wider and stepped into the room, walked towards- and positioned himself on the couch, which was located in the studio. It helped the idols feel more cozy and comfortable in the small room, also, more people could come in and have a seat, preventing them from standing, or sitting in a very uncomfortable chair.

Jisung turned around in his chair and watched as the boy sat down, and put a white box in plastic bags down next to him. When the boy who just entered looked up, they made an eye contact, and Jisung couldn't help, but show a soft smile towards the boy.

"Why'd you come here, Lino Hyung? Do you need something?" Jisung asked the male in front of him, to which the older just sighed, then shook his head as a no. Minho leaned back to the couch, and let his head fall back, meeting with the wall. The younger tilted his head in confusion, why the older would come here, if he didn't specify want anything.

"I bought songpyeon." Minho stated after half a minute silence, and put his left hand on the top of the food container, which was placed into a white environmentally friendly plastic bag. "If you want then have some. They're in the box." He added. The younger boy first raised his eyebrows in confusion, nevertheless he stood up and took a step closer to the older one, and set himself next to his hyung.

He fist took a look at the boy, who was just hanging his head back on the couch, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. As Jisung observed the boy's facial features, he noticed how long actually Minho's eyelashes were, how well it fit him. His eyes unintentionally went down to the older one's lips, his mind slowly started to wander deeper into the possibility of how soft they actually might be. He was staring at the pair of lips in front of him, his mind was beginning to be clouded with different thoughts. For a reason, he suddenly snapped out of it, mentally slapped himself, and extended his arm to reach for the box of sweets and brought placed it on his own lap.