butterflies can't see their beauty. and in this case, han jisung is the butterfly, and lee minho helps jisung realize his beauty.
lee minho is in a group called danceracha under jyp entertainment.
han jisung is in a group called 3racha, also under j...
"why did you call me, chan hyung?" jisung asked as he walked into the main room.
"it's time for dinner," chan called back.
"i'm not really hungry right now. i'll still eat with you, though," jisung said.
"c'mon, eat at least something," chan insisted.
"i don't want to. i'm not hungry."
"okay, fine." chan sighed.
"how about a milkshake instead, hm?" chan hoped that jisung would eat, or drink, at least something. but he doesn't want the boy to take huge steps, of course.
"chocolate?" jisung asked hopefully.
"of course," chan replied back happily.
"my head hurts," jisung said and reached his hand up to massage his forehead.
"i'll go make the milkshake and send binnie to get ibuprofen for you," chan said.
"thank you, hyung." jisung smiled.
"i still have to complete the rest of the lyrics to my solo." jisung groaned.
"no you don't," chan stated in a stern tone.
"i have to," jisung said stubbornly.
"you're going straight to sleep after eating."
"you told me that today's the deadline."
"and i take that back. i don't care, ji. you're not finishing those today."
"please, hyung?" jisung pouted.
"nope," chan stood to his point.
"you'll get in trouble because of me. i don't want that, that's the last thing i want happening. i can't just give excuses because my head hurts. your head could be hurting, but you never will complain," jisung ranted. he really wanted to get those lyrics down on the paper once and for all.
"you're not writing any more."
"i don't want to procrastinate any more."
"han jisung." chan turned around to face jisung, looking him in the eyes.
"i won't be able to sleep if i left this unfinished." jisung looked at chan with pleading eyes.
"how about i sing for you while you try to sleep?" chan suggested. jisung had always found comfort in his hyungs' voice.
"why are you so nice to me? i don't deserve you." jisung sighed.
"you do, shut up."
"i can't. i overthink a lot, and then i think, i have everything and i should be grateful for that, and then i think 'do i even deserve to overthink?', and then i overthink about overthinking," jisung complained.
"how about a game night with all three of us? it's been ages since we did that."
"no, you have work to do, and i don't want you do that because i'm such a- well- i don't even have a word to describe that."
"i don't have work right now, ji. and even if i did, you two are more important to me."
"don't lie to me. i saw your timetable earlier," jisung accused. chan just sighed in defeat.
"you know, i miss mom and dad. but when i'm with you, i forget that. now i know why mom let me move in with you."
"okay c'mon, the milkshake's ready," chan said as he handed the glass of milkshake to jisung.
"thanks," jisung replied as the took the glass, and began drinking it.
"hi guys. ji, here's your ibuprofen." changbin walked in the kitchen, handing the pills to jisung.
"i heard something about video games," changbin said and took a seat next to jisung, on the barstools near the kitchen islands.
"yeah, we're having a game night," chan replied.
"i don't wanna trouble you, you must hav-" jisung was cut off by chan, "i already said i'm done with work for today."
"yeah, me too. i just spoke with our manager, and we're already two days ahead our estimated time," changbin added.
"alright then, finish your dinners then we'll have our game night," chan said, and left to arrange the games as he had already finished his dinner, leaving jisung and changbin alone.
"remember i went downstairs to the mcdonalds near our building a few days ago? they were playing 3racha there. and i heard a boy say that my rap is well- i don't remember the exact words but-" he drew in a shaky breath, suddenly stopping.
"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have brought this up."
"hey, hey. it's okay," changbin said as he rubbed jisung's back.
"no, leave it. i want to be strong but- i don't know why, i just can't just ignore all the hate." jisung smiled at changbin, standing up to hug him.
"thanks. really, i mean it,' jisung said after he pulled out of the hug.
a/n: its felix day motherfuckers
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