Things That Fall | l.mh x h.js

Leaves

Minho wakes up in his bed with his arms wrapped around someone and he panics. His eyes open faster than Hyunjin's arms welcoming Seungmin and they immediately make their way to the sleeping figure. He sees fluffy brunette hair with caramel streaks and immediately relaxes when he realizes it's just Jisung.

He takes his free hand and moves a piece of hair fanning out across Jisung's face, his fingertips grazing Jisung's cheek. He holds his breath when Jisung's eyes flutter, lashes stuttering to a stop across the apples of his cheeks. He exhales when Jisung snuggles closer, nuzzling his head in the crook of Minho's neck and tightening his hold on Minho.

God, why is he too cute?

Minho's hand snakes itself into Jisung's locks and, as if on instinct, he starts running his hands through it. He doesn't know he's staring at Jisung (smiling like a lovesick puppy at that) until Chan wakes up. 'Listen mate. We all know you love him, but don't wake me up at four in the goddamn morning. I can practically hear your softness for the boy. Go the fuck to sleep, thanks.'

Minho blushes at his statement, but defends himself none the less. 'I didn't even say anything, just because you keep dreaming of Jeongin doesn't give you a reason to blame me for your sleep habits'. He hears an intake of breath and sees the telltale signs of a blush creeping up Chan's neck. He can't help the smug smirk that forms across his lips, and he can't help it widening when he hears a sleepy 'damn, shots fired' from Woojin.

Chan just throws the closest thing he can reach, his cell phone, over in Minho's general direction and immediately coils in on himself when he hears the sound of a whimper that doesn't belong to Minho. He can practically hear Minho's growl as he picks up the phone and lodges it in Chan's ribcage. He decides he's over the comment, but not the pain, and tries to sleep.

Minho, on the other hand, sits up and pulls a tired Jisung with him. He turns on his bedside lamp and asks Jisung if he's okay. Jisung nods, dazed and confused, and removes his hand from his cheek. There's a phone shaped red mark littering Jisung's cheek and blood on the corner of his mouth.

Dejavu .

He wipes at Jisung's bleeding lip and grazes his fingertips along the mark on his cheek, stopping when Jisung winces. 'Do you want me to get ice?' 'No, I want you to kiss it better.'

Minho's heart leaps, his hands stuttering to a stop. He blinks once, twice. He blinks again.

Not this again.

'You want me to kiss it better?' 'Did I stutter hyung?' Minho's eyes widen as Woojin and Chan (who Minho thought was sleeping but apparently not) 'awe' obnoxiously. 'What's wrong? You didn't mind doing it in front of seven people hyung.' 'I, no that's not it, you just surprised me.'

Minho gulps down his fear and tries to keep his control. He leans in and lightly presses his lips to the corner of Jisung's, the sound of thunder and lightning crossing his mind, tainting the tips of his ears a bright red. He pulls away, knowing if he didn't he'd probably do something he regrets, and tells Jisung to go to sleep.

//

They're given a mission, to make their own song, and Minho's nervous. Of course he's spent so much time creating this and helping his friends with the dance, but he feels he's not prepared enough for the performance.

He practices day after day, but nothing seems to be working. He feels like he's not good enough, like he should practice more. Jisung doesn't make him feel better though, he feels guiltier and guiltier as he comes home later at night, whispering promises that he'd be home earlier the next night (inevitably broken when he returns late again).

He's practicing by himself when Jisung walks in. He stops the music and turns to face the boy, head cocking to the side in confusion. Jisung just grabs his hand and tugs at it, pulling him out of the practice room. Minho complains, mumbles that he needs more practice, but Jisung shushes him and says his health is more important.

He remains silent as he's led back to the dorm, Jisung's hand in his. He'd tried letting go, but Jisung just interlocked them again and told him not to let go again because it was dark and he was scared. Minho cooed at him and pulled him closer, unlinking their hands (Jisung's small whimper heard as clear as day) and wrapping his arm around Jisung's waist. He stays like that until the building is in sight and when it is he finally removes his arm from Jisung's waist and drops it to his side. He doesn't comment when Jisung's hand runs down the side of his arm and links their hands again.

He misses the hue across Jisung's cheeks when they walk in the dorm and hear the members cooing at them. He doesn't, however, miss the wiggling of Chan's eyebrows and wink when they walk by him with their hands interlocked. Jisung tugs him into the kitchen, trying to get to the table quickly.

Minho unlinks their hands and slips his hand around Jisung's waist, afraid that he's going to fall. Jisung stops and huffs, turning to look at Minho and pouting. 'Why do you keep doing that?' 'Doing what?' 'Don't play dumb with me, you wrapped your arm around my waist like I'm fragile.' 'I-' 'I can walk, okay? I'm not going to fall every single time I take a step, you don't have to protect me.' 'I'm sorry, I just worry.' 'Well stop, it's annoying being treated like glass.'

Minho drops his hand from around Jisung's waist and steps away, looking down and apologizing. He lets Jisung go ahead of him and hesitates when Jisung trips, but his hands are immediately winding around his waist and pulling Jisung to his chest. Jisung's hands are found on Minho's arms squeezing them gently, eyes pleading for Minho to forgive him.

'I-' 'Don't, Jisung. You don't have to apologize.' 'But- thanks'. Minho smiles and lets go of Jisung, his hand being placed on the small of his back (he glances at Jisung to see him smiling that stupid smile that drives him crazy and smiles back.), he's trying his hardest not to combust so he looks away and leads Jisung to the table.

When Jisung finally reaches the table and sits Minho makes to leave; he's stopped by slim fingers wrapping around his wrist, holding him in place. He turns to find a pouty Jisung with puppy dog eyes asking Minho to sit next to him. Minho's body stutters to a stop, gnawing on his bottom lip as he looks at Jisung. He hesitates and Jisung senses it, but that doesn't stop him from taking his other hand and lacing his with Minho's, whispering 'please' in one of the smallest voices Minho's ever heard.

Minho doesn't think he's ever sat in a seat so quickly in his life, but if it made Jisung smile he'd do it again. Hell, if jumping off a bridge to his impending doom made Jisung smile he wouldn't hesitate, even if the other seven members are laughing at him like they are now (imitating the sounds of a cracking whip). He swallows down his newly developed emotion towards the younger boy and waits for Chan to stop cackling and bring the food in.