Will You Catch Me When I Fall? || Minsung

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A/N: Helloo, welcome back! How are we all doing?

I personally thought this chapter wasn't too shabby, let me know your thoughts! Thank you for reading, commenting and/or voting ^o^

TW: Panic Attacks (ish) | There's going to be some pretty sad stuff, but I cannot say much without spoiling it. Maybe get some tissues (?) 

Please proceed with caution, in case :[

The next 2 days flew by fast, schedules packed for all of them. During the time they got to use on their project, they were able to get a lot done, ranging from song-writing to more choreography. 

The boys were currently seated around a table, doing their own things and having small unserious conversations, except for Minho, Hyunjin and Felix who were fixing up a part in their dance that had proven to be an issue. 

Chan watched them while passing his fingers through Jeongin's hair, and Jisung absent-mindedly listened to Changbin and Seungmin heatedly debating over whether the chicken or the egg came first.

"The chicken couldn't have spawned out of nowhere, it needs an egg to hatch out of!"

"But the egg couldn't have spawned out of nowhere either, it needs a chicken to come ou-"

Chan groaned, rubbing his temples. "Please, you two, shut thup. I'm growing gray hairs." 

Seungmin opened his mouth to retort but Chan cut him off again.

"Nevermind, don't even reply to that." He sighed, needing to get moral support from Jeongin's hair again. Jisung snorted, his eyes leaving the dancers for a moment. "Jisung, help me." Chan murmured, staring at him pleadingly. 

Jisung stared back blankly.

"...No but seriously, which one came first?" 

Chan closed his eyes, hugging Jeongin closer to which the younger happily complied to as the three of them started arguing and trying to state their points all at the same time.

"You dealt with them since like 2 decades ago?"

"Yeah."

"But you still love us." Felix playfully smiled as he sat down next to Chan and Jeongin, poking Jeongin's cheek. "Unfortunately, I do." Jeongin rolled his eyes.

Their interactions were suddenly interrupted by harsh knocks on the door to the studio. Chan stood first, then the rest of the alphas, stances defensive as their oldest walked to open the door. They were met with someone they didn't recognize, apart from Minho.

"You?" Minho frowned. "Are you looking for Jisung?"

"Heesoo hyung?" The boy stood up, looking confused to see his brother. When Heesoo's eyes landed on him, the older walked closer, stopping a foot away from Jisung. It was then that Jisung noticed Heesoo's slightly red eyes, mussed up hair, the scratches across his eyebrow and temple, and his suffocating scent that was abnormally sour.

"Hyung..? What's wrong?" Jisung's eyes were wide with worry, his scent also souring rapidly with nervousness. He softly pressed his head into Heesoo's chest, feeling his older brother's racing heart. Heesoo used a shaky hand to hold the back of Jisung's head, softly petting his fluffy blue hair.