People | minsung |

morning dew

song for this chapter:

Duvet, Boa

the sky outside the skylight on the ceiling reflected minhos mood. the morning dew sat in pretty little droplets on the glass, reflecting tiny rainbow blurs on the pearly white interior of the room. he didn't dare to move, the younger now rolled onto the other side of the bed but his hand was sprawled flaccid on the olders chest. minho cautiously played with the warm fingers.

 there was a wet spot on jisung's pillow where he lay his wet hair. minho brushed his finger along it, feeling the cold linen. 'oh, shit, he'll get sick.' the older hissed. 

the rising sun watched as minho unfolded a warm towel, gently lifting the youngers head, laying the towel down, and with utmost care, he dropped jisung's head back down, letting it sink into the foam of the pillow. 

minho didn't want to get up. he really really didn't. his eyes felt like they were melting into the crevices of jisung's face, drinking them in, memorizing them like he would disappear any second. he'd spent almost an hour just laying there, mesmerized, in awe of how anyone could see him and intend to hurt him. because all minho wanted to do was protect him in his arms and make sure nothing ever touched him again. 

minho was strung back in from his thoughts when he felt jisung slightly stir in his sleep. another nightmare? but before he had the chance to become scared, 

jisung's big, round, sleepy eyes were looking back at his. 'mhey,' jisung's voice sounded like it was stuck in his throat, thick with sleep, yet somehow still soft. 'hi, jisung, how do you feel?' minhos voice was laced with anxiety but hearing jisung's sleepy almost-laugh dissolved all that away. 'no seriously, how do you feel?' minhos warm hand went to stroke jisung's cheek, tucking a stray hair out from his eyes. 'better. i don't know what you do but i like it...' the youngers words faded out as his eyes stared back into minhos. 'how long have you been awake?' he asks, sitting up against the plush headboard. 'not long, maybe an hour? less?' his voice was like his gaze, dripping down jisung like honey, sweet and rich. 'did you stay beside me that whole time? you know you don't have to! shit, sorry, you could've gone and eate-' 'it's alright. i wanted to.' 

the fell back into silence. 'your so beautiful, jisung.'

'i've been told that in very wrong times.'

'no, not like that, i mean your soul. you're physically gorgeous, but you're so strong, and i admire that.' minho sits up as well.  'you're just another person strung like a knot in my string of destiny. it could have been anyone else. but it's you. i have to follow your story to finish mine.' 

jisung was quiet for a second. 'i've never thought about it like that. i guess that's right.. knots look complicated and stubborn but at the end, when it's all untied, your string just continues.' he looks deep in thought until he glances over to the older boy, who was already looking at him. 'you're being too poetic too early in the morning.' he leaned over, putting his head onto minhos shoulder.

they watched through the tall window, just another morning living by like no one else's story mattered. because even though this day, when minho and jisung's entire worlds have collided, the birds still sing, the waves still crash and the clouds are still swept across the sky. and the sun still falls.

and the stars still rise.