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2.4

"Hyung?"

Sitting before him, legs spread, arms behind to support him, bare chest heaving as he let out short breaths was non other than Hyunjin.

He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a shite t-shirt had been discarded on the other side of the room. The room was stuffy and Hyunjin was drenched in sweat, his hair wet and chest glistening under the lighting of the studio. He looked up at him through his bangs, eyes hooded and tired and it all came back to Jisung.

It hurt, he wasn't going to lie, but it was something he could get over. He had been extremely wasted, and probably over-reacted just slightly. But the Hyunjin sitting in front of him right now was not the same Hyunjin he had seen the previous night. This Hyunjin seemed tired, like he was beating himself up. It hurt seeing Hyunjin like this more than it hurt when he had pretended not to know him.

"What are you doing here so late?" Jisung began to fuss, not caring if his worrying seemed ridiculous.

He grabbed a small towel from the cabinet and the bottle of water sitting next to Hyunjin's bags. It was still full meaning he hadn't drank any of it.

After grabbing the items he went to Hyunjin who still sat on the floor quietly watching Jisung fuss over him. The younger took a seat next to him on his knees facing him and handing Hyunjin the water. Using the towel, he reached up and ruffled it through his dark hair in an attempt to dry it.

Once he felt the older's hair was as dry as it was going to get, he let the towel fall around the back of Hyunjin's neck, holding both ends and finally letting his travel to meet Hyunjin's.

The two sat there for a bit, not sharing any words, just letting themselves admire each other.

A soft smile formed on Hyunjin's lips. "Jisung I really need to te-"

Jisung knew what was coming and he didn't need an apology. He had already forgiven him. Instead of letting the older sit there an say how sorry he was, Jisung tugging the ends of the towel bring Hyunjin close until their lips met once again.

By now the feeling was so familiar to them they didn't even have to think. They didn't even have to process what was happening. Hyunjin brought his opposite hand from behind him up to rest on the back of Jisung's neck, pulling the younger in as close as he could, trying to savor the moment.

They pulled away for air, meeting eyes again. Jisung giggled and Hyunjin shook his head a large smile on his face. The two had barely said anything but nothing needed to be said for the other to understand.

"You should get yourself home Hyung. You look beat." Jisung chided, pushing someone of Hyunjin's sweaty hair out of his eyes.

"Aw are you worried about me?" Hyunjin teased, tapping the younger's nose with his index finger before getting his feet and stretching his arms above his head.

Jisung gulped as he watched every muscle on display flex at this action. The glisten from perspiration made the older's body even more enticing. "N-no why would I be?"

Hyunjin, who had begun to head towards his bag turned to look over his shoulder at the boy giving him a look as if to tell him that he didn't believe him for a second. Which he didn't.

"Whatever." Jisung rolled his eyes playfully, also getting to his feet, picking up the water bottle Hyunjin had left behind again and going over to him. He took a seat on the bench where his bag sat and handed him the water again. "Drink." he commanded.

Hyunjin shook his head before taking the water bottle and drinking its contents. He was thirsty, he had to admit, but he was far too busy beating himself up over what he did to his brother and what he did to Jisung. Once he was finished, he picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head.

"I should get going." Jisung stood up solemnly.

"Wait why don't you come back to my place?" Hyunjin didn't want to leave Jisung just yet. Especially since the two had just made up. Well. Sort of.

"I shouldn't. Your brothers home. You two should talk." Jisung said, a little bit sad that he couldn't take the older up on his offer.

"Yeah... You're probably right." Hyunjin looked down at his shoes before looking back up at Jisung. "I do feel bad. About, you know, everything."

Jisung smiled, going forward and wrapping his arms around Hyunjins middle in and large comforting hug. "It's okay. I already forgave you." he mumbled into his chest feeling the older's arms wrap securely around his waist.

a/n
i don't like writing sad stuff 😞😞😞
so here's some fluff 😁😁😁😁
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