Jisung playing with the pen lids by clicking them on and off looks at the clock making a tik tok sound every second with narrowed eyebrows and head between his palms. Jaemin calls him a few times asking him to bathe and reminding him that their mother would scold him for not doing so.
"Jisung ah! Do you have a death wish?" Jaemin comes in front of his eyes directly facing him.
"Yeah, kinda," Jisung says apologetically.
"Oh bro, what happened?"
"Hyung, can I ask something? Tell me if it's weird okay?"
"You are the literal embodiment of weirdness but okay."
"Shut up."
"Okay, I am going." And Jaemin goes his way away from the bed causing Jisung to catch his hand pleading him to not go.
"Ah Hyung, please, come here."
Jaemin makes a fake crying expression wiping his tears with his shirt and making hand movements of "throwing" the tears in the air.
"I have been waiting to hear this, say 'please' again."
"Eh?" Jisung asks, puzzled and annoyed at the same time.
"Say me please."
"Please."
"Just one more time."
"Please."
"Couldn't hear that."
"HYUNG PLEASE COME HERE."
"I need persuasion, admiration, appreciation-"
"My lovely, sweet, handsome, cute, caring, pretty, hardworking brother, can you do the honor of helping me during a crisis?" Jisung says it over dramatically causing Jaemin to snort and laugh.
"Helping you isn't an honor but whatever. Ask me what you wanted to," Jaemin says, lifting his hands up in a lazy manner.
"Thanks. So uhh.."
"Uhh... What?"
"H-have you ever liked anyone? Or like- do you like anyone?"
"I like you," Jaemin says with a wink while simultaneously blowing a kiss.
"No, like- like like. But not totally just like- but like- love? I don't know what I am saying at this point." Jisung buries his head.
"Jisung ah! I get it. I get what you mean," Jaemin laughs.
"Oh. So you do or did you like somebody?"
"No. I mean- I like some people but not like- serious like." Jaemin thinks and says, "why are you asking me this? Did you become a lover boy or what?"
"Yeah, I think."
"Ehh? Who?" Jaemin looks at him appalled.
"It's embarrassing," Jisung bends his face covering the blanket.
"That person you like would be offended now."
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Hung Up On The Stars • ChenJi
Teen FictionJisung lives in a condition what he calls a mist where his emotions were suppressed and the future, unclear. However, all he needed was a ray of sunshine and rainbows above his head to speak his mind out. And when that happens, he welcomes life. Wor...
