Apparently, realizing and accepting that you have a very huge and very leaking heart boner for someone also means that the entirety of your genetic code is being rewritten along with the realization of it.
Jisung notices for the first time how bad this all his for him when they are done with their dinner, then the older two clean up and Jisung just goes to his room to very and extra carefully take off his new shirt before looking through his very small choice of clothes and pick the pair of pants that would look the best with the shirt and his boots. He does not drape the shirt over the chair in his room, but hangs it up on an actual clothes hanger, as if there is of course no other way to appropriately store it than this.
His eyes never leave Minho when Jisung is already in his bed with the covers very much covering his body, especially his torso though that is covered by the vest he would usually wear above regular shirts when going outside. He stares at the man who already seems to have taken off all his top layers of clothing in what Jisung guesses to be the one spare room they had left. Apparently Minho thought that Jisung asking for him to stay in his room with him was meant for tonight alone, which in return has Jisung pouting to himself, hiding his expression and the very clear disappointment it carries, with his blanket.
Minho very much disapproves of his choice of nighttime attire, sighs deeply, shakes his head and then just turns around and leaves Jisung all alone on the bed without a single word. But he is back before Jisung can properly react to anything, makes him take off the vest and then pulls a white shirt right over his head like dressing some little kid. But because Jisung most certainly cannot accept ever possibly leaving the potentially-getting-fucked-soon zone of existing, he is quick to kneel on the mattress, making far more of a show out of properly putting the garment on than would probably ever end up being necessary in the first place.
But he is mostly fine until he realizes he is wearing Minho's shirt while lying in his bed with Minho's arms around him. Because that is most definitely a whole lot too much for his heart to handle now that he knows that being a very well functioning human with the actual ability to have feelings, apparently also applies to his own existence.
No one, as in Jisung, actually knows how he makes it through that night and even the entirety of breakfast that is already completely set on the table by the time Minho comes to wake Jisung up.
And then it all just gets more and more ridiculous.
He keeps stealing glances at Minho, constantly so with no control over his actions at all. His eyes are simply drawn to his entire being, while his mind goes all sorts of places. There has to be something in particular that Minho does to have Jisung's heart do weird shit or his body wanting to be close to him at all times, but holding back from actually getting that close because of how much warmer it is in the hideout than outside and therefore not any proper excuse being present as of yet. Jisung will try and work on one though if he has to.
As of right now though, Jisung very much accepts the entirety of his situation being that he is simply a weak man and Minho just seems to fit right into his apparent type. If that is even what one can call all this.
It is helpful to know that there is an actual plan for the day and Minho would feel sad if Jisung did not wear the shirt he made for said plans, which is also the only reason why Jisung actually ends up putting it on. That and the fact that Minho looks at him like Jisung is the most beautiful man in existence while he is dressed in it and the actual occurrence of Jisung hearing him say to the human animal creatures that he should most certainly work on making more clothes for Jisung as soon as possible, so he would have choices again. So Jisung wears the burgundy shirt out with pride and is secretly very excited to see how Minho's other designs would look on him too.
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chasing lights
FanfictionTwenty five years spent in a tower, locked in with no way out, the beautiful man inside of it only has one dream: to see the lights up close that are in the sky once, annually - every single year on his birthday. But the world outside his tower has...