all falls down//minsung

twenty four🔮

Minho didn't know when he felt the warmth of the bubble that Jisung magically made around them, or how long it had been since he was surrounded by a safety blanket made from magic.

But either way he never felt so grateful for Jisung's magic. It kind of left him shocked that Jisung detested his power so much when he seemed to use it for good rather than bad like his great grandmother had done years ago.

The storm continued to shake up the island around them yet within the bubble of magic... It felt safe and as if they were back in the comfort of the castle.

Jisung was sat down beside minho, they were close - very squished. It was uncomfortable yet it wasn't.

Minho's brain was slightly on a rush of thoughts every moment he felt Jisung move. Ever since Jisung admitted he liked that night, ever since Jisung saved their lives.

Jisung did things that made Minho's mind race and he didn't know if he enjoyed it or not.

"You okay?" Jisung spoke up after what felt like hours of silence. Minho nodded a little "Yeah.. I'm okay... You?"

Jisung hummed and looked out of the bubble "I'm fine, tired I guess" he replied. Minho expected that. Tiredness.

He was tired but he couldn't complain about it as much as Jisung could. He was using his magic to protect them from the raging storm.

Minho never felt so small beside him.

"Are we gonna be stuck here for the night?" Minho asked. Jisung sighed and nodded "There's no signal here to ring anyone so probably" he continued to look out at the storm.

Minho played with his fingers for a while debating on what they could do to pass the time.

The awkwardness was killing him. It was that awkwardness that kept coming back when they ran out of things to say.

Minho kind of liked it when they hated each other since they always had something to say. But this? This was awful.

"So what do we do?" Minho asked. Jisung shrugged and leaned back a little "What do you think?"

"I spy?"

"are you a child?"

"what's wrong with I spy?" Minho frowned. Jisung rolled his eyes "It's pretty much dark outside the only thing you can see is us and the outline of trees" he folded his arms as he spoke.

Minho scoffed "Then what do you say we do genius?" he narrowed his eyes. Jisung grinned "Make out?" he suggested finding that inner confidence once more.

Minho choked "What!?" he exclaimed, a blush rushing to his cheeks, his mind racing.

"Make out?" he repeated. Jisung hummed "Yeah, make out" He replied. Minho stared at Jisung for a moment. He could tell he was joking but what made him panic more was the fact he hoped it wasn't a joke.

Jisung tilted his head "What?"

"You're joking right?"

Jisung laughed "Of course I am! Why did you actually want to make out?" he asked.

Minho didn't answer.

Jisung looked at him again "Minho?" he spoke. Minho was blushing now. A part of him wanted to admit it, wanted to see what Jisung would do.

But they were on such a fragile middle ground friendship that he wondered if saying 'yes' to something like that was even worth it at all.

"I'm taking your silence as a yes by the way" Jisung spoke causing minho to choke again