-MINSUNG ‼️
Jisung and Minho both stuggle with the loss of someone special, when they meet at a group therapy session, they begin searching for ways to feel alive. unbeknownst to them, they both have secrets..
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"hold on tight."
after that, he let go, the swing moving peacefully since Jisung really hadn't pushed it hard. the sky was darkening, the light blue turning into a dark navy. the cars driving by, the tires rolling smoothly on the pavement.
the sky full of cirrus clouds, the slight screeching of the swings chain against the metal was heard, but it wasn't too annoying. soon enough, the swing stopped, Minho turned back to Jisung to see why he stopped it.
"why'd you stop?" with a slight pout on his lips, he watched as the blond pointed to the stars, barely evident through the dark blue sky full of clouds. Minho looked up, loving the dots that scattered the sky.
before he knew it, Jisungs arms wrapped around his waist caused a light gasp to slip from between his lips. as the younger boy laid his chin on Minho's shoulder, he pointed up at a star. "see that really bright star there?" the older hummed in response, "it's called Sirius, it's the brightest star visible from earth, except for the sun obviously." the blond whispered so calmly into Minho's ear.
"it's beautiful, for just being a glowing dot.. it's beautiful." the older said quietly, letting out a comfortable sigh. Jisung smiled lightly.
"it's more than a glowing dot, Min. it's on fire, it's alive, a celestial body, something that can last longer than we even can imagine. they really are beautiful" Minho didn't fail to notice the nickname the younger one had given him.
Min.
he liked it. he loved it even, the way it rolled off the younger boy's tongue like butter. soon enough, it had been almost an hour since they got there, Minho assumed the younger had gotten pretty tired of standing. "Jisungie.." he whispered, turning his head only slightly.
Jisung hummed a 'yes' in response, he was falling asleep on Minho's shoulder, that's how comfortable he was. after what happened last time, he swore not to get too close.. but he forgot. Minho made him forget, forget what the past had done, forget the pain it caused him, to keep going back like a moth to a flame. he was attracted, but he kept getting burned. it killed him every time. it took his well being, and crushed it like it was worth absolutely nothing. he didn't want that to happen again, he couldn't have that happen again.
he immediately stood up straight, removing his arms from around Minho's waist, backing up a bit. the sudden move made the other boy stand up and look at him. "are you okay, Jisung?"
"huh? yeah.. there was a bug on me.. hate them damn bugs.." he laughed nervously, playing with his fingers. "uhm.. it's getting late."
