Trope (Minsung)

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Long time no see..🥲(writer's block)(unedited)

TW: may have mentions of homophobia

Two things can be true at the same time. The first thing: Minho is spiralling down a path of crime to try and save his sister's life. Needs the money, he says.

The second thing: Minho has a darkness that lurks in his eyes, and a menacing spark when he shots that pistol.

No actually, three things can be true at the same time. Third, and certainly least: Jisung is developing a cursed empathy for Minho.

Jisung although reserved to himself for all his life, has the self-awareness of the character played by Emma Watson in the movie Easy A.

He knows of the fears he has. As one naturally does. He has a phobia of clowns, although he's only ever seen them on a screen.

He has a deep phobia of peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth. It's never happened to Jisung before in all his teen years of living. He read about Arachubutyrophobia in his grandpa's older books, and he has had that fear ever since.

He has phobia of seemlessly pointy shoes. Whatever the name for that phobia is, he just knows that he has it.

Jisung knows who Jisung is. And Jisung would never have even the slightest capacity to feel sorry for a criminal.

Criminals for Christ sake. They commit crime, some more heinous than most.

A few hours had ushered the two into noon.

And no conversing of yesterday's events is started. The most that happens is how Jisung cowers and avoids Minho's gaze at every chance. He remembers yesterday. And he wishes that he didn't.

Why was he asking Minho to touch him!? Like, Minho is man, not woman. And by standards of everything the youth pastor taught, "homosexuality is a temptation of the devil, one that should be rejected"

It must have been alcohol that possessed him to act like a wanton or better yet, Hades nector like Jin the youth pastor would say.

The noon breeze is crispy. Minho types away on his laptop. This is an activity that Jisung had discovered to be another form of Minho's grand scheming. Yes, the crime continues on the digital market too.

Jisung had never been this hurt for a stranger before. The most heartbreak he felt was when Sully-a red winged hen- lost all it's chicks to a blood hungry farm snake.

Jisung sucked on an icelolly quietly while reading a boring non-fiction book detailing unnecessarily complicated facts about love. Why would Minho have such a book ?

Minho and Jisung were sat next to each other on the bed. It's sheets wrinkled as a result of their combined weight. Jisung changed the sheets today, after finding red sheets in the laundry.

Minho would occasionally peeks at Jisung's actions, as the younger tentatively sucked on the lolly with fervour. Watching those pink pillowy lips wrap around that sickly sweet icelolly shouldn't be sinful. It's not. It's Minho, much to his shame, that imagines scenarios where in Jisung is sucking something else-

Jisung occasionally peeks at Minho's elongated legs and feet. He has pretty feet. The sweet of the raspberry lolly distracts the looming shadow of embarrassment that he clouds his mind.

"Can I hug you ?" Jisung blurts out randomly once he has fully devoured the sweet desert.

Minho can't believe it. This isn't drunk Jisung speaking. This is sober, fully-awake, and freshly-out-the-shower Jisung.

"Okay."

The shifting and movement of Jisung is painfully awkward, moreso the silence in the room.

Jisung still avoids eye contact. He stares at animated toon on Minho oversized shirt. Too soon, Jisung stumbles into Minho's arms that catch him with ease.

The embrace is warm. Jisung's face gently presses against Minho's chest and their shared warmth feels like the feeling Jisung gets when he tastes melted marshmallows.

It's warm. Sweet. Comfortable.

"I'm sorry about Emily. I'm sorry I couldn't say anything when you told me..I was just- I don't know how to make you-"

"Feel better?"

"This is enough." Minho reassured, his long fingers drawing scribbles lazily on Jisung's exposed arm. It feels like little sparks on electricity with each touch.

They're hugging. This is not what Minho imagined himself doing by a long shot, but yet he's here. Hugging Jisung, and in that moment all the fear he has been feeling is exposed to another person.

"I don't want you to lose her. I lost my parents and that wasn't... exactly ideal...for a 6 year old" Jisung blabbed in a deeper voice than usual.

He tried to lighten how he phrased the words but death can't escape its own bereavement. It's characteristic of it.

"Do you want to talk about it ?" Minho whispered.
Which can be translated to: Do you trust me enough to share that?

"Not worth talking about. "
Translated into: I don't even remember much about them, but I want little Emily to get a chance to live in this life.

Earlier that morning he had discovered that Minho's little sister was a unfortunate inhibitor of a dangerous heart disease. Aortic disease. Jisung reads a lot books, but not enough to know what that even means.

"How much money is needed to get her a new heart ?" Jisung asked. This is the first time Jisung is looking at Minho's eyes, really looking. The brown orbs with the specs of what Jisung can only describe as twinkling glory.

"We'll get it. All the money in the world"  Jisung whispered so softly that Minho almost misses it.

A/N
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