all falls down//minsung

Nineteen🔮

Night fell and the banquet and celebration around the Han Kingdom got underway. The kingdom was alive. The streets were lined with flickering lights from the shops and the decorations hung across, music filled the air with some traditional melodies of the Han Kingdom, food stalls were dotted around the main plaza with people laughing and dancing together. 

Minho watched from his room and despite how much fun and enticing it all looked he couldn't help but frown as he watched - he didn't feel good at all. His heart had been hurt since the fight with Jisung. He was offended and guilty all in one - he pushed Jisung and Jisung disregarded his need to talk about their one night stand. 

He felt lost amongst all his feelings. He was walking on a thin tightrope, threatening to fall onto one side if he didn't find a balance. But the more he zoned out and stared out at the people of the Han Kingdom, the more he realised that his and Jisung's relationship was liking walking on a tightrope. 

A constant push and pull. A relationship that never found a middle ground. Where Minho would rather live simply while Jisung would live recklessly. Minho followed what was written, while Jisung would rather chase the unknown for the trill. 

Minho shut his eyes and sighed as he thought about the push and pull dynamic that the two of them had found themselves in and how his hate for Jisung being just the opposite to him made him push him away without a chance. His behaviour had constantly built tension and Jisung just continued to play into it for the sake that Minho never gave them the chance to be...friends. 

Minho was on the tightrope, wobbling. Jisung was across from him, stable. Minho noticed how Jisung wasn't as far away as he was before. He had taken a step forward when he confessed how he had just followed along with Minho's behaviour for fun. How Jisung had kissed him, slept with him. 

Yet, Minho hadn't moved. He had to take a step or he'd fall. He needed to find the middle ground. 

Which meant apologising. He felt himself wobble on the tightrope, his inner conflict of wanting to hate Jisung for being the parts of himself that he never allowed to show. But the new conflict of emotions in his heart since the night before was much more stronger. 

The sight of Jisung going pale from being pushed about the topic on his supposed magic was enough to make Minho take the step to balance. 

And so he did. 

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Minho found himself in front of Jisung's bedroom door. His jaw was clenched but not in anger - in nervousness. He took a few breaths before giving a soft knock. His heart was beating faster than usual since he was never the type to apologise but there was a first for everything. 

There was no sound of Jisung allowing him in so he just decided to open the door himself. "Jisung?" He said barely above a whisper.

 But he instantly froze as he caught sight of Jisung sitting on his bed, his focus intently fixed on a glowing light between his hands that had clearly been made by himself. The magical energy shimmed a beautiful bright gold and pulsed in a constant, mesmerising dance, casting an otherworldly glow on Jisung's face - a delicate gold glow much like the soft glitter shimmer that Minho had seen when Jisung was under him the other night. 

Tendrils of magic seemed to flow from Jisung's fingertips, like wisps of light that swirled in a entrancing pattern. He was completely absorbed in manipulating the magic, seemingly oblivious to Minho's presence in the doorway. 

Minho's eyes were wide. His breath and words all caught in his throat, his brain was blank and he was in a state of awe. The rumours were true - despite Jisung's decline every time. Minho couldn't deny the small fear that shot through him knowing that the same magic Jisung was using right in front of him was the same as his great grandmother's who killed numerous people in the Lee Kingdom.