( Bang Chan + Hwang Hyunjin )
❝I cannot risk losing her.❞
┈┈ mistopher | 2022 ++
Pride is something that Bang Chan was forced to put aside in order to satisfy his basic needs. And he'd grown used to it for the year and a half that he'd been living o...
Life was going great, for the most part. He could accomplish the goals leading to his career path, and grow and bloom and fit within the pot of even his most childish dreams. His roots could be watered with the long-lasting truth of him and Minho being together, for so long, so solid.
But Jisung always missed him. Yes, things had been flowing properly at the dance studio that he shared, for the time being with two other partners, but it still stood as a disadvantage, the inevitability of a long-distance relationship.
Because the both of them deemed it unwise to simply abandon the path of their careers to be together every day and every night, struggling to concur the world by each's side. So Jisung and Minho were always grateful for moments like this night, where one could be in the company of the other, complimenting their talent, warming each other's hearts.
Jisung's eyes gleamed as he looked up at the largest painting that Minho had produced in his life thus far, remembering all of those late nights where they would face time, just for the company. Jisung would be working on some unique choreography, whilst his lover remained so ardently focussed on that exact piece.
Minho had come so far, over the past two years. And standing there, glancing at his awed Jisung every once in a while, he smiled, high on the struggle to water down his excitement for the good news that he planned on sharing later: he'd be relocating, to where Jisung lived. Found a newer, richer art gallery there, in an area that'd brew more opportunities for him to establish his own.
"I can imagine how excited he'll be," Felix chuckled, rubbing Minho's clothed arm and squeezing it, friendly. They'd grown closer, over time. Worked together a few times and truly bonded over their common talent. Felix was grinning, looking at Jisung too, but couldn't help an obvious blush from heating his cheeks at the sight of someone special making their way toward him.
Seungmin, dressed attractively in a slack suit to impress all eyes at the art exhibition. And he smiled shyly at Felix as he drew closer, hands in the pockets of his mirky-green trousers, the hem of his blazer hung over his hands.
But Jisung didn't see him; didn't see Seungmin. So Felix's hand gripping, firmly, his dear Minho's arm, and Felix's blush as they stood side by side, stimulated a flight of assumptions in Jisung's mind. So he huffed, pouting, his emotions of joy from before now swamped with jealousy.
