Minho and Jisung-two stars in the same orbit, bound by friendship yet aching for more.
Minho chases a dream his father rejects, torn between ambition and forbidden love.
Jisung, the perfect son, hides his longing behind a flawless smile.
In a w...
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Song of the chapter: I Wanna be yours By Arctic monkeys
Chapter: 15
Notes: TW: Slight angst
The sun had barely begun to rise when Minho's alarm clock chimed, dragging him out of his dreamlike state. He groaned, squinting at the clock. It was too early—he'd barely slept. But today was important, and he couldn't waste a moment of it.
He glanced over at Jisung, still curled up on the bed, the blanket a tangled mess around him. Minho couldn't help but smile, his heart softening as he watched Jisung's chest rise and fall with each deep breath. The soft, rhythmic sound was the only thing grounding him at the moment.
Reluctantly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the peaceful sight of Jisung. As soon as his feet hit the cool wooden floor, the reality of the day ahead started to settle in. He'd be leaving soon for his audition. The thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth. He had so many doubts swirling around, but the moment would come whether he was ready for it or not.
After a few moments of staring at the bathroom door, he finally walked toward it, the cold air of the apartment biting at his bare skin. He turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the room, and stepped in, letting the warmth surround him.
For a few minutes, he allowed himself to forget about everything—the audition, the pressure, his father's disapproval. All he could focus on was the feeling of the water streaming down his body, easing the tension in his muscles.
But then, as if on cue, he heard the soft shuffle of feet from behind the bathroom door, followed by the familiar voice of Jisung.
"Minho?" Jisung's sleepy voice carried through the door, and Minho couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips.
"What is it, baby?" Minho called out, his voice low and teasing, though his heart skipped a beat hearing the softness of Jisung's voice.
Jisung's voice came closer, and Minho could practically feel him leaning against the bathroom door. "You better hurry up in there. I wanna see you before you leave."
"Are you sure you want to see me looking like this?" Minho called back, his tone playful. He felt the warmth of the water against his skin, but his pulse quickened. Jisung had a way of making everything feel charged, even in the smallest moments.
"I always wanna see you," Jisung replied, and Minho could practically hear the hint of a smile in his voice.
Minho chuckled, shaking his head as he finished rinsing the last of the shampoo from his hair. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
