maze of memories. | lmh + hjs ✓

n i n e t e e n

warning: mentions of suicide and implications of sex

chan was typing something on his computer, sitting comfortably on his office chair. spinning around in the leather chair, he hummed a song as he stretched his arms out, getting ready to stand up.

"oh my-" a wild seungmin burst through the office door. "help me-" slipping, he almost crashed into the desk.

"jesus, seungmin, what's wrong..." his face fell at his tear streaked cheeks, the phone in his hand, and put the pieces together. "it's hyunjin... isn't it." chan sighed, crossing his arms.

deciding to bite back the remark building up in his throat, he sat seungmin down on his leather chair. "tell me what the problem is."

"this. i'm so fucking stupid... i should've listened to you." shoving the phone at the older's face, he let his eyes close. looking at the picture, chan frowned. he recognized that bed.

"wait... seungmin... can i borrow your phone?" without waiting for a response, he pulled out a strange looking wire from a drawer and connected it to his computer. plugging the other side into his phone, he began to type some things up.

"what are you doing?" looking at the screen, seungmin watched the unfamiliar symbols flash across the monitor. "im tracking his phone down." he muttered, opening up another software. a strange looking map popped up.

"here... i knew it." letting out a breath, chan straightened up. he knew this club. it was where some of their closest friends lived, as they co-owned the club along with their group. whenever they needed to stay in the city, they would always sleep there.

opening his mouth to inform seungmin, he turned to the younger. but before he blurted the truth, chan reminded himself that telling him was probably going to create an excuse for both of them to continue what they were doing.

"he's... at a club." whispering a small apology, chan turned away and walked out of his office. he told himself that he was doing the right thing by keeping the truth from seungmin. hoping he had made the right choice, he gently shut the door and headed upstairs.

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jisung flinched at the door creaking open. "who is it?" turning off his phone, he set it down and pushed himself up.

"minho?" sliding back down into the sheets, he instinctively clutched onto the sheets. "what are you doing here?"

"i'm so sorry. please-" his voice cracked and he gripped onto the silver doorknob tighter. "forgive me." unsure on whether he was allowed to enter, minho fiddled with the hem of his grey hoodie.

"you can come in." noticing the uncertainty clearly radiating off the other, he invited minho in. "sit down."

minho wordlessly complied, shutting the door behind him and pulling the chair from beside the desk. "i'm sorry. its all my fault." closing his eyes in guilt, minho dug his nails into the palms of his hand.

"no," jisung slowly shook his head. "its my fault." his doubts were thrown out of the window, as the hybrid refused to let his insecurities pain anybody else. gently unfurling minho's clenched fists, he slipped his own hand into the palm of the latter's. "i'm sorry, i just didn't know how to react, but i do now." his heart was racing, telling him how right this felt.

"i think i li-" jisung began to whisper, but was cut off. "don't tell me until you're ready." minho smiled. "labels aren't necessary, but we can get to know each other better."

"okay." letting a warm smile stretch across his face, jisung loosened his grip on the other's hand and began to play with minho's fingers, drawing his gaze up to his face.