Down The Rabbit Hole And What They Found There - [Bang Chan, Lee Know]

Into It

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Jisung was shaking like a leaf on Minho's bed. He had to literally run to hide there to avoid meeting any other bandmates. After leaving Alice's hotel room, he went straight back to the studio, pouring down all his emotions in ink - if they would ever see the light of the day, that would be something only time could tell us. He couldn't risk seeing Chan in his dorm, he would've burst out crying. And Alice was so adamant on having to be her to drop the bomb, and so... Minho is for him to deal with, though. Which is... terrifying. Well, not exactly. Well-

Jisung had been thinking about what to say and which words to use for the entire night. There are heavy bags under his eyes, and he drank 7 iced americano in a row. But no matter how much he prepares himself, Minho has always been a wild card, and nothing is predictable. In fair honesty, Jisung almost considers it quite ironic—not that he planned anything of it! He didn't! But considering how persistent Minho had been with his attempts to spend time with Alice and the talks about kissing and other stuff--- well, it's ironic, not funny, for sure.

The most difficult thing to explain was why he did it. Jisung had never felt this kind of urge - sure, he never had a relationship before, but he never experienced something like that. He obviously had some crushes in the past, mostly for girls (and now he realizes even for some boys), but carnal desires never showed up in the middle.

What what is he even thinking? Carnal? He just wanted to kiss her - he doesn't know why, but he did, and nothing else was involved. He regretted it, yeah, but there - okay whatever—when it's Minho going to show up?

Just like responding to his wishes, Minho's bedroom door opened suddenly, showing a... well, the most boyfriend look Minho had ever sported. Fuck. Minho was looking down at his phone, raising his eyes lazily to glance at Jisung, blinking for a moment before stopping on his track in the middle of the room.

"Uh." he hummed, studying Jisung's expression, which was dying inside. Minho's eyes Always had the ability to make a mess of his mind, especially when his gaze is so intense, like now. Minho locked his phone screen, sliding the phone into his sweatpants pocket. "Something wrong?"

Jisung bit his own lips, eyes big. He felt like a little mouse in front of a big, fat cat ready to pounce on him. Only that Jisung knew that Minho had no idea why Jisung would be so scared of him or his reaction. Jisung is shaking from inside, and Minho just arched an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Shit shit shit.

Minho walked closer to the bed, sitting on the side, the mattress bouncing a little with his weight, making Jisung swallow nothing. "Is something wrong?" Minho asked again.

Jisung nodded curtly, looking down at his own fidgeting fingers and pulling the skin on the side of the nails - even if he knows he shouldn't. As Minho was able to read through his mind, he covered his fidgeting fingers with his own hand, smaller compared to Jisung's. Why are Alice and Minho so similar even in this? It doesn't make sense. No! Jisung, stop it!

Jisung shook his head at his own thoughts, like that could help him get rid of all the confusion. But he's been confused for the past 10 hours, so it can hardly help. It's not an easy situation, even for them, no matter how strong their bond is. They've been through hell together even before being romantically involved, but this... this is tough, this is big.

"Jagi..." Jisung croaked, deciding that maybe, if he said it in a whisper, it would magically become smaller than it is. Maybe he could shrink himself - easy to hold in the palm of Minho's hand, cute and fragile. "There's something wrong, yes."

Minho blinked a few times, even if Jisung wasn't looking into his eyes, the rapper could feel how glued the dancer's eyes were on him. Minho is like that, and Jisung likes him because of that too. He would stare at things and people, until he could crack the meaning, inside and outside - make a story for his mind to follow. Only when Minho is able to form a path of thoughts, Minho would be able to start to talk and ask around. It's just his way of processing information, something that Jisung sometimes envies, as he usually gets distracted by meaningless things. Fixating over a little hobby until he finds a new one. Minho doesn't fixate on things, not really. He just likes what he likes, and usually they are really complex and layered. Minho loves the idea of a simple life but craves the complexity of it.