Hurt-comfort has become a lifecycle for Jisung, his story is of this genre, or so he thinks, people would hurt him then someone comforts after, this time around he swears to not fall once more.
the younger always urged him to get laid and tease him how he doesn't party anymore, loitering around the living room. he'd blurt our wanting dick in his mouth and such, whining- following it up with grunts and feet-kicking because he's too busy for it. jeongin was used to jisung's vulgar complains and whining even before seungmin and jisung were a couple, it is into his core that jisung just says what he wants whenever he pleased, was abruptly obscene and yet, he doesn't care. it's amusing and comedic in some sense that's why jisung get's away from it.
now jisung whines a lot as he's been tasked to write songs for this one famous girl group. jisung has the tendency to disappear when he's busy he was in and out of the picture, he barely even sleeping at all, jeongin would urge him to sleep, but he'd only cuddle and slip out to work when the latter sleeps away.
jeongin grasped the idea that jisung enjoys it that way. and that if music is a person, the man would wife it up. big time.
jisung would look more and more stressed at each passing day and jeongin has never been that bothered in his entire life by another person that has never done anything to directly involve him.
it irks him so much thay he doesn't know how to be some kind of help to lighten the load, confused as to when has this become too important? or is he being selfish for wanting-
is he taking advantage or- what even is going. he'd ask his mom suddenly as he arranges a new batch of hydrangeas that arrived for their shop, busy tidying the flowers and humming his tunes , out of nowhere-
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"mom, what if i like boys?" jeongin blurted out.
"what did you say?"
"uh.. oh- what if i...like someone... y'know. guys?"
his mom clasped her mouth and widened her now glassy eyes.
"are you certain?"
"well, no."
"kinda?" jeongin averted his eyes and continued filling out random vases with the medicated water. pulling aspirins for the roses.
"since w-when?"he heard his mom's voice croaked as she went to a complete halt.
"just... lately? I guess?"
"is it jisung?"
"mom!" jeongin responded quickly, almost yelling.
"well...it is him?" her tone laced with curiosity as she come close and tend to the flower right beside jeongin.
"no- he's not." jeongin continued, stuttering, and he now just realized what he has been saying. "forget what i said. the geisers are dried out-"
