white night || minsung

- 18 - Porcelain -

I just want to hold you close

Minho was losing his mind. They'd been staying at Chan's house for two days now, and it's not like he was avoiding Jisung, that would have been very nearly impossible considering they were sharing a room, but he could tell with one look at his boyfriend's eyes that Jisung was troubled.

Probably because Minho had barely spoken to him. Probably because Jisung had become trapped in his little fear festerer in his brain that was making him desperately misinterpret the hushed conversations he kept walking in on Minho and Chan having in the quietest parts of the house.

But, none of that could be blamed on Jisung, and honestly it was eating Minho up inside, more than he thought he could be eaten up, more than anything Minho thought could have eaten him up.

But he was scared, and running away was the easiest way out.

Jisung, bless his adorably brilliant heart hadn't said so much as a word about it, aside from a simple, "I know you'd tell me if you could, I trust you," on the first night they were here.

Minho so wanted to tell him, to yell it to the world, but as always there were the tiny doubts holding him back. He didn't want to give his heart away again, there was not a cell in his body that didn't wholly love Jisung, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing someone who meant so much to him for the second time.

He didn't want to tell Jisung in case of a less than positive reaction, but he knew eventually he would have to.

It looked like eventually was coming early as Minho groaned inwardly at the sight of Chan dragging Jisung by his sleeve over to where Minho was curled in a ball down the side of the sofa, like a spilt chocolate still in its wrapper, or a cat.

When he first told Chan what was happening Chan had broken down in tears, the second conversation they had he was very understanding, very patient, supportive, but by the fifth one of Minho just going back and forth with the doubts in his mind, Chan had started to get bored and give in.

'Just tell him already you insolent doorknob.' Was one of the politest insults Minho had recieved.

"Minho! This is Jisung. Jisung this is Minho."

Eat shit Chan.

"I'm introducing you, because Minho is being a coward and ignoring his poor, pining boyfriend, so either he's forgotten who you are, or he's a twat," Chan lowered his voice and grumbled, just loud enough that he knew both Jisung and Minho would hear, "know which one I'd bet on. Honestly Jisung what do you see in him, he's an idiot."

Minho should have known Jisung would do nothing but laugh, but then again, he didn't deserve to be protected when he had been dancing round this same issue nearly all of the road trip.

Jisung sat down awkwardly in front of Minho, knees resting so close and yet so far from Minho's own as his shoulder leant onto the side of the sofa.

"Chan said you had something important to discuss with me, and call me crazy but I think it's a little soon for a proposal."

Minho took one deep breath, ignoring the way his heart sped up thinking about proposing, marriage, getting to spend the rest of his life with Jisung as his, and only his.

"I- uh yeah... um... so," he struggled to uncap the black felt tip he had held tightly in his hands for so long, trying to psyche himself up for this conversation, he was pretty sure he'd have a permanent pen shaped dent in his hand by the time he was through, "You know what this is and what this means right?"

"I think so? Yes?" Jisung's eyes were gloriously wide and his shoulders were tightly bunched upwards, almost covering the nervous blush, stark on the pale skin of his neck.

"You know all about my couple of botched little soul bonds?"

Jisung continued nodding.

"Well most valiant and noble of boyfriends," what on earth was going on with his vocabulary, this wasn't how he spoke, "you good sir, are a miracle worker."

He rolled up his sleeves to reveal clean, non-bandaged arms.

"Min? W- where are all the scars usually have? I don't understand?"

It was all Minho could do to find the strength to not burst into tears as he looked at his arms himself. For the first time since just after Sam had died they were clean, no cuts, no bandages, no blood.

"Minho?- I don't under- I don't understand? What do mean I'm a miracle worker - did I do this? How could I have done this?" Jisung's hands waved wildly and Minho couldn't deal with the distance between them anymore and snatched Jisung's hands out of the air, pulling them close to his chest.

"I don't know. But every time you smile at me I feel a little better. With every laugh I feel some small weight lift of my shoulders." Now for the part that Minho was the most scared about, he started to turn his arm over and immediately saw how pale Jisung's face went.

"I didn't... get rid of it did I?" He was scared of the same thing Chan had been, taking away the only thing Minho had left of Sam, apart from the probably somewhat rose-tinted vintagey memories of his childhood.

Minho turned his arm over completely, he watched Jisung's face with as much concentration as he could muster between the tiny broken sobs he was refusing to let out of his mouth.

I won't cry. Not over this.

Jisung's eyebrows drew closer and closer the longer he looked at the still deep scar of the flower on Minho's wrist. The flower that had lost 4 petals since Jisung had last seen it.

Minho, ever so slowly and tentatively leaned over and pressed a faint kiss to Jisung's forehead.

And watched with tears he couldn't hold in any longer falling down his cheeks, as another petal went red and then disappeared from his arm. Gone completely, leaving the scar underneath perfectly untouched.

The look in Jisung's eyes as he looked up at Minho broke his heart all over again.

"You're my little miracle worker Jiji baby. Everything's going to be okay now." Minho giggled gently wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist and pressing his face into Jisung's chest.

"Everything is going to be okay." Was Jisung's whispered reply as he held Minho tighter, a small smile growing into a grin on his face, before he finally gave in and laughed brightly, squishing Minhos face in his hands, brushing their noses together. "It's going to be okay."

A/N - mmmmm my second to last chapter

I cri

It's ending
But it's going to be okay 🥰 😂

-Kz xx