Things That Fall | l.mh x h.js

Shadows

Minho's trying, he's trying so goddamn hard but nothing works. He has a thought that's constantly running through his mind, refusing to leave him be. The thought that he's not good enough to debut won't leave, it tortures him every single day and makes him work beat himself up. He practices, but he doesn't practice enough; scared that staring himself down in the mirror will give him more flaws to point out about himself.

He barely shows up to practice when the other members are there, choosing to use a different practice room instead so they don't have to witness him fall for the twentieth time in six minutes. It's been like this for a month, practicing for the final debut showcase and ignoring the other members during practice. He pretends his heart doesn't break everytime he sees the sad glint in Jisung's eyes when he leaves the shared practice room and enters one by himself and continues to dance through the pain of knowing he's hurting the poor boy.

He's getting ready to wrap up for the night (it's 4:30 in the morning, but the fact that he'll only get two hours of sleep doesn't matter) when he hears it, he hears the sound of the thunder and before he can think to go to the dorms there's a body crashing into him. He sees the familiar faded blonde streaks and knows who it is; he pulls him closer and rocks them back and forth. It's become custom for them to pass through storms like this, Jisung wrapped in his arms swaying to some nonexistent beat to help Jisung calm down.

They spend three hours swaying side to side, humming lowly to the music they put on halfway through hour two. Minho spins Jisung in his arms, smiling when he hears Jisung's laugh. Jisung's eyes are closed and his smile is so wide it makes Minho's heart swell with pride, just looking at the smaller boy makes him happy. He knows that he'd give everything for this boy and he's not afraid to either, that's the thought that brings him back to reality, he knows he wouldn't hesitate for Jisung; the fact is he'd jump in front of a bullet for that boy and it's frightening; what's even more frightening is the fact that he doesn't know if Jisung would do the same.

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Minho and Jisung find themselves on the floor wrapped in each other's embrace, Minho's arm is wrapped snugly around Jisung (pulling him closer), hand rubbing gentle circles on Jisung's hip. Jisung's head rests on Minho's chest, fingers playing with the hem on the bottom of Minho's shirt. Their legs are intertwined together, finding solace in each other.

'Why do you keep coming here?' 'what do you mean Sungie?' 'why do you practice here? you're all alone.' 'because I suck Sungie' 'you do not, I promise. you're the best dancer we have-' 'I don't feel like I'm good enough to be with you guys'

Jisung gets up and crawls on top of Minho, hovering over the older. Minho's taken aback when Jisung cups his face, eyes sparkling with some unknown emotion.

'You are the best dancer Lee Minho. Nobody else can dance better than you, I promise you that-' -that's just your opinion Jisung' 'my opinion is the only thing that matters right now, you're a beautiful dancer. I promise you that you are more than qualified to debut with us. You're more than good enough okay babe, you deserve to debut. Don't let your thoughts get in the way of that.'

Minho's left speechless, he can't form words or process what's been said, not with Jisung cupping his face and leaning down. All thoughts are gone when Jisung captures his lips in a sweet kiss, leaning down further before abruptly pulling away. Minho whines and leans up, but he's met with Jisung's finger.

'Now you have something to work towards' 'you little-' 'ah ah ah, don't you have a debut showcase to practice for? We can continue this when you're confirmed to debut.' 'that's a lie, you literally ask me to kiss you every second of the day'

Jisung laughs at that full volume, shaking his head.

'I know I do, but I can handle three days without your kisses, let's see if you can too.'