Not Just Fan Service

Stage 11: pretend

★·.·'𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎'·.·★

Stumbling out of his room and into the hallway, Jisung walked towards the living room where he heard faint sounds of a keyboard. By the time he'd reached the end of the hall, he could barely even see, and it wasn't because it was dark in the room. It had been dark in his bedroom, so he was used to the lighting.

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What should he even say? How was he supposed to admit such a thing? The only reason he stood there was because he'd already promised Chan before, that he would go to him once he figured out what was going on with him. And since he'd figured it out only moments prior, he needed the older's company. Not just any company.

He sighed before breathing in and sniffling once to which Chan's neck nearly cracked at how quick he looked up from his computer that he'd been typing away on. When the leader recognized who it was and, more importantly, their state, he nearly threw his computer to the side and stood, rushing to Jisung's side, "Ji? What's wrong?"

Jisung looked up from the floor that he'd been staring at, still leaning against the wall that led to the hallway he'd just walked down from since he couldn't even properly stand up straight. His voice failed him again for a minute, barely managing to whisper out, "I...I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble, Chan. Fuck, I'm in so much trouble. I'm in trouble, oh my god."

Chan furrowed his eyebrows as Jisung shut his eyes as tight as he could, tears falling down his face as he practically collapsed into the older. And Chan didn't mind, more concerned about the younger producer to really dwell on the concept of having to carry Jisung's weight. The leader helped Jisung over to the couch, having him sit and let him cry for a while before even trying to talk to him. It wasn't like Jisung was going to make sense anyway had Chan tried.

It took a good while before Jisung had calmed down enough to where he was able to talk properly. Maybe ten or fifteen minutes before he spoke again, "that uh...that issue I was having before? I um... I figured it out."

"What is it?" Chan asked gently, raking his fingers through the youngers hair like he had been the past fifteen minutes to help calm him down.

"I... I have feelings for... for Minho," Jisung said, tears returning to his eyes as he looked up at the older male, "and I'm worried that I might be, you know... be in..."

The foreigner hummed with a nod, "I see."

"You don't sound surprised," Jisung said, "why don't you sound surprised?"

"I am actually," the older nodded again, speaking honestly, "I just kind of thought that maybe something was sort of... going on anyway? Not that, but just something in general."

"Oh, god," Jisung groaned as he put his face in his hands.

"Hey, hang in there for a moment," Chan said softly as he stood, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a glass from the cupboard,  filling it with water before handing it over to Jisung who immediately downed the whole thing. Chan only shook his head lightly and chuckled as he filled it once more.

They sat there in silence for a while as Jisung slowly drank his second glass of water. Chan only spoke up again after he got up to get the rapper his third glass, "so, how do you feel?"

"Like Rapunzel when she realized who Mother Gothel really was," the younger replied, a small smile forming on his face.

"I'm not so sure that's a good representation of your situation here," Chan shook his head with a smile as he placed the glass before the younger and sat back down beside him.