𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | ᴊᴀᴇᴊɪ

𝟐𝟏

The atmosphere in Jaemin's apartment was filled with creative energy as he and Jisung spread out various sketches and notes across the living room floor, planning for Jisung's upcoming art exhibition. The late afternoon sun cast a soft light through the windows, enhancing the vibrant colors of the paint swatches that littered the table.

"I was thinking of painting models this time," Jisung said, tracing his finger over a sketch of a figure draped in dynamic, flowing fabrics.

Jaemin looked up from a layout plan, his eyes lighting up with interest. "Actually, that's good. I know a good friend who's a fashion designer and some models. They could really bring your paintings to life."

Jisung chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "You have so many connections I wouldn't be surprised if you knew an astronaut."

Jaemin's eyes twinkled mischievously. "I do," he replied with a straight face.

"Shut up," Jisung laughed, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at him.

Jaemin caught it with a grin. "I'm playing. I was just trying to charm you."

Jisung's smile faltered slightly, and he looked away, a reminder of their recent tensions flickering in his eyes. "Stop. I'm still mad at you," he said, though the lightness of his tone didn't entirely mask the underlying truth in his words.

"Okay, Sungie," Jaemin replied softly, his voice carrying a hint of affectionate teasing.

Jisung turned, his expression one of mock indignation. "What did you just call me?"

Jaemin's smile widened. "Sungie. Do you like it?" he asked, hopeful and playful all at once.

Jisung paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite his best efforts to appear stern. "Okay, Minnie," he retorted, giving Jaemin a taste of his own medicine.

The moment lightened the mood further, the playful exchange easing some of the lingering tension between them. They continued to work on the exhibition plans, but the conversation drifted effortlessly from professional to personal, their banter creating a comfortable, familiar rhythm.

As the day turned into evening, Jaemin ordered takeout, and they took a break to eat. Sitting amidst their work, surrounded by the chaos of creativity, they found themselves discussing not just art and connections but dreams, fears, and aspirations. The earlier playfulness gave way to deeper, more meaningful exchanges.

"I know I've been hard to deal with lately," Jisung began, his voice softening as he broke a piece of bread in half, offering one to Jaemin. "With everything going on... it's not easy, and I guess I've been taking some of it out on you."

Jaemin accepted the bread, his expression understanding. "It's okay, Jisung. We all have our moments. What matters is that we talk about it, work through it. I'm here, no matter what."

The reassurance in Jaemin's words comforted Jisung more than he expected. He nodded, feeling the weight of his worries lighten slightly. "Thanks, Minnie," he said, the nickname slipping out with an ease that surprised them both.

Jaemin's laugh filled the room, warm and genuine. "Anytime, Sungie."

Their meal continued with more laughter, the earlier shadows fading into the background as they rediscovered the joy in their companionship. The night closed on a note of contentment, the space between them filled with a newfound understanding and a silent promise of continued support, no matter the challenges ahead.