What Am I To You? -Minsung

Capture 1: 3am

It's dark and rainy outside. The winter arrived in the city and cold wind roams around the tall buildings. Jisung is in the recording room, working. When he looks at his phone with tired eyes, the display turns on and reveals the time:

2:47am.

Already this late?
He stares at the numbers for a bit zoning out. Snapping back to reality just a moment after the turns the phone upside down, continuing with his work.

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In one of the backstreets nearby a young man clearly struggling with writing a massage stumbles down the road. He eventually manages to successfully send the message:
"Are you still in the recording room?"

-No answer-

He stares at his phone for a moment before putting it back in his pocket.

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Jisung immersed in the track he's been working on, rests his elbows on the desk, listening to it with headphones. He is about to fall asleep, his eyes clearly struggling to stay open, when suddenly he feels a push against his shoulder. Jisung caught of guard observes the hand with a surprised expression. As his eyes follow the arm he manages to make out the owner of it. "Minho?" he asks surprised as he recognized the face.

"I didn't know you're still here." He says while his lips form a tired smile, immediately relaxing seeing the familiar figure.

Without a visible Minho pulls him again. This time much harder, resulting Jisung to fall on the ground.

His smile turns into a puzzled stare. Jisung scans the other's expression clearly surprised by the unusual behaviour. Collecting himself a little he confused ask the latter "What's wrong?"

Minho stares at him. A silence spreads across the room. Just when Jisung is about to get up, the other one lowers himself down, pushing Jisung, making him find himself on the ground again. His hands on Jisungs chest, Minho now is on top of him.

For a moment an undefinable silence fills the room. Both stare into each other's eyes, Jisung trying to find the reason for Minhos behaviour in it.

"What...What are you doing?" Jisung asks taken back and a little flustered.

Why am I stuttering? And what is up with him today?

In the moment the younger tries to get up, Lee know grabs his wrists and pushes him on the ground for the third time. "Don't move" he answers commanding, while tightening the grip around Jisungs wrists. His wrists now in line with his shoulders, Jisung feels his back pressing into the floor. The sudden cold from the floor pair with a stinging smell that begins to fill the air.

So close to the others lips Jisung notices the pungent smell of alcohol coming from Minho. "Did you drink?"

Why did he drink? He isn't a good drinker.

Instead of answering Jisungs question Minho leans further down, decreasing the difference between their faces immensely.

A sudden tightness forms in Jisungs chest. Was it shyness or discomfort. He couldn't distinguish. Overwhelmed and not knowing how to react Jisung turns his head to the side, pressing his check to the floor, gaining as much distance to the other's face as possible.

Minho's unreadable expression turns into a smirk, as he scans the others face with curious eyes, while his fingers draws along his facial features. Reaching the chin he pulls Jisungs face back, not to harsh but also not really gentle.

Jisung grabs the wrist of the hand which won't let his head move away, but can't get out of his grip.

What is happening? What is he doing? And why is he so close? My heart is racing.

"Hyung?" the shorter says, this time a little quieter and intimidated.

Lee know's finger drives over Jisung's soft pink lips, while his eyes following the movement. "Pretty." he comments in a soft und calming voice, while scanning every part of it.

Jisung pulls Minhos wrist which is holding his chin again, this time successfully. Lee know loses his grip and falls on the others chest, lips just inches apart.

Jisungs eyes widen as he stares at the boy in front of him, realising how close their faces are. Minho's drunk expression immediately turns into a smirk, but you could see a little anger in his eyes. Soon he grabs his hands again so that Jisung can't move. This time Jisungs panic grows. "Let go." He stares at him "Let go, Minho."

What are you doing?