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4 | THIS TOWN | NIALL HORAN

"huh?" minho glances back at jisung, eyebrow raised. "are we continuing?" jisung sits up against his headboard, the. gets off the bed.

"lets dance. but not the choreo." jisung walks to his phone, playing 'this town.' minho rolls his eyes, unable to hide his small smile.

"still your favourite?" jisung chuckles, holding out his hand. minho loved this song in middle school.

how did jisung remember?

"it is, han. how'd you remember?" minho took his hand, arms wrapping around jisung's neck. the younger tilted his head slightly, lips turning upwards.

"how could i forget?" he smiles. "you told me everyday." they were best friends, up until high school. which was when the rivalry of competing started.

jisung's hands held minho's waist, sliding his shirt up slightly to rest his cold fingers on his bare hips. his thumbs rubbed the warm skin gently.

he fondly watched minho, looking at him like minho was his lifeline to him in that moment. "you still have that same look in your eyes when you look at me, han jisung." minho laughed.

jisung hummed, eyes never once breaking the contact with minho's. "you still have the same look in your eyes when you hear this song."

"and what's that?"

"adoration? mm, love." jisung glanced at minho's lips, locking contact with his again a few seconds later.

as jisung hesitantly leaned in, the bedroom door opened. the two jumped away, and jisung's mom started laughing.

"sorry, ji! oh my god, minho! it's been so long!" her face lights up, going over to minho and cupping his cheeks.

"you've grown so much. ah, you've grown up to look just like your father."

minho gulped, hesitantly nodding. "thank you." he smiles sadly. mrs. han's face falls. "right, i'm sorry."

minho's father died in middle school.

his mom in 9th grade.

"are you staying the night, min?" she averts the topic, knowing that minho hated it. minho tilts his head, checking the time on his phone.

11:47 pm.

he was with jisung for 5 hours?

"no, i wouldn't want to intrude." he murmurs, and jisung makes a displeased noise. "you can if you'd like to. we can work more on the choreography."

mrs. han glances between the two, a gentle smile on her lips. "have you eaten, minho? would you like anything?"

"uh, what about your son?" jisung waves at her and his mother rolls her eyes. "i haven't seen minho in over 5 years. speaking of, why hasn't he been over all this time?"

minho glanced at jisung, pursing his lips. "grew apart, i suppose. we got very competitive with each other about grades."

the mother nodded. "that's silly. you two were inseparable. now, i'll set up a mattress for minho."

minho hums, and jisung stops his mom from leaving. "he can sleep in my bed. we used to all the time."

minho glared at him, and the mother smiles. "okay, great! now, i'll leave you two alone, and if you need anything, come find me." she closes the door behind her and minho sighs.

jisung chuckles, shaking his head. "inseparable." minho sighs deeply, clasping his hands together. "i'm sorry."

jisung eyes minho suspiciously. "what for?" minho glanced down at his hands, unable to look at jisung.

"i ruined everything." his voice cracks at the end and jisung's eyebrows furrow. "what do you-"

"i left. i moved away. and it fucked our friendship, right? if i didn't move away, we would still be best friends."