Things That Fall | l.mh x h.js

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There are multiple practice rooms in Jyp's company, he knows this very well. He's gone to a different one every day (until he found his permanent home in one) since his elimination, but one sticks in his mind; the one he met Jisung in. After venturing to each of the many practice rooms, he still gravitates towards that one special room. He's been spending every day for the past few months practicing his singing there and, when he got tired of hearing his own voice, dancing his heart out.

He doesn't expect anyone to be in the room when he enters at four in the morning, but as he's heading in he sees a figure, from the small window on the door, dancing. He's about to walk away when he sees who the figure is and he stands frozen. He hasn't seen that face in four months, he hasn't been near that boy in four months; he's missed the figure and his feet are moving before his brain can process what's happening.

When he walks in he hears 'Dumb Dumb' through the speakers and sits on the floor as he watches Jisung dance cutely. He's mesmerized by the precise movements and the smooth flow Jisung carries with him; his breath hitching when he gets his first glance at Jisung's face, sweat lining his jaw and creating a glowing look.

When the song ends he can't help the words from coming out of his mouth, 'you listen to red velvet? That's so soft, what the heck'. Jisung jumps and screams in a high pitch before collecting himself and looking at Minho through the mirror. He sees Jisung do a double take and almost laughs, but he refrains and smiles softly instead.

Jisung turns on his heel and jumps on him, hugging the life out of him. He can't handle the weight thrown on him spontaneously and they become one with the floor (even though Minho was already sitting on the ground). Jisung's grip is relentless, not wanting to let go of him; he doesn't complain as he pulls Jisung closer and holds him tighter.

Hours tick by, but they don't let go of each other, choosing to stay in each other's embrace and relish in the moment they made together (not knowing if it would be their last). Minho rubs calming circles on Jisung's back as Jisung hums to blackpink softly. They stay together, even when Chan comes in frantically searching for Jisung only to back out when he sees him wrapped in Minho's embrace (after taking sneaky pictures of course, and only leaves to get the others quietly before returning as silently as possible).

Jisung's head is lodged deep within the confines of Minho's shoulders, the cold metal of the necklace he's wearing soothing against Minho's flushed skin (his heart swelling with pride when he looks and sees that it's his necklace). Minho's fingers lead themselves to Jisung's neck and gently fumble with the necklace, holding it in his hand and smiling fondly.

'Do you want it back?' 'No, but' Minho pauses, turning the pendant in his fingers gently. 'you still wear my necklace?' Jisung looks at him, heat rushing to his cheeks rapidly. 'Of course I do, it's yours.' Minho feels the heat creeping up his neck, Jisung's fingers brushing against Minho's burning cheeks (fond smile ever present).

Minho turns to look at Jisung, sheepish smile pulling against the flesh of his lips, and Jisung smiles back (eyes disappearing behind the curve of his cheeks as his eyelashes fan out across his face). Jisung's smile lessens in size but not in brightness as he concentrates on moving his fingers over the expanse of Minho's jawline, tongue poking out in concentration (Minho swallows, staring at Jisung's lips too closely, realizing just how close they are).

Jisung's hand finds its way to his, playing with his fingers absentmindedly when he speaks up, looking towards Minho with a sad smile. 'I miss you.' 'you're literally looking at me right now Jisungie.' 'no, I miss you. I never get to see you because that douchebag-' 'that douche bag is your boss' 'but I don't love our boss hyung.' Jisung pauses and Minho's eyes widen, then he relaxes because he assumes Jisung means as a brother.

'I just miss you.' 'I know, I miss you too.' Minho pulls Jisung closer as he lightly pushes the hair out of Jisung's face, Jisung mumbling against him. 'I miss your voice' 'you can call me' 'I miss your face' 'we can meet up, Jisungie' 'I-' he stutters against Minho's side, Minho rubbing soothing circles on his hip. Minho's well aware of the presence of seven onlookers in the room, but his mind focuses on Jisung as he sighs in content, wrapping his arms around Minho. Jisung sighs louder but whispers the next sentence, looking away in embarrassment. 'I miss your kisses.'

Minho's heart soars as he pulls Jisung closer. 'What did you say, I couldn't hear you' 'nothing.' Minho smirks and leans over Jisung, hovering over him as he kicks one leg over his side (hands placed on the floor on either side of Jisung's head). Jisung's flushed, looking away, and Minho takes the chance to kiss his jawline; he hears the intake of breath as he continues down the expanse of Jisung's jaw. Minho's lips make their way to Jisung's adam's apple, pressing lightly against the skin (Jisung shuddering under his touch). He makes his way up the side of Jisung's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses in his wake as Jisung's eyes flutter shut.

He places a soft kiss to each of Jisung's closed eyes, his nose and both cheeks before he leans down to place a kiss on his lips, stopping just before their lips could connect. Jisung huffs as his eyes flutter open in disappointment, gaze shifting from Minho's eyes to his lips and lingering there. Minho feels Jisung's hands finding purchase in his hair, but all that matters is the look Jisung gives him, keeping him grounded.

Jisung's pulling him down, pouting cutely as Minho uses all the self restraint he can muster to keep from smashing their lips together. Jisung's hands are playing with his hair, lip jutting out. 'Please hyung.' 'what?' Minho smirks, teasing Jisung as he makes a weird noise and tries to pull Minho down again. 'Hyung, please kiss me'.

He can't say no to Jisung, he never could, so he leans down slowly ('hyung, you're going too slow it actually pains me' 'I can literally get up and leave right now' 'please don't I can wait' 'that's what I thought') and pecks Jisung's lips and pulls away. Jisung lets out a high pitched whine and leans up, connectly their lips properly (and stealing Minho's breath). He pulls Minho down so they're laying on the ground and pulls him closer.

Minho can't breathe (not like he could ever breathe around Jisung anyway) but he doesn't mind as he feels Jisung tilt his head to the side and tug on his hair. Minho melts into Jisung and immediately grants access when Jisung swipes at his bottom lip with his tongue. He shudders into Jisung's every move, intoxicated and suffocating. When he nibbles at Jisung's bottom lip and hears a sharp intake of breath he smiles in the kiss, about to dive back in when he hears a shrill 'not in front of the baby!' being screamed by who he assumes to be Woojin.

They reluctantly pull apart so they can see who's looking at them, but when he looks back to see Jisung with dilated pupils he can't help but lean in to place a lingering kiss on Jisung's swollen lips. When he pulls away he sees Jisung looking at him, the weight of galaxies hiding in his eyes.

For the first time, he was happy to call himself a stargazer.