ִ໋࣪꯱ָׂꪀᧉ᩠ִׂ֗αִׂׅׅ࣪ƙָׂ ࣪℘ִֺֹֹֹ࠭ᧉ᩠֗ᧉ᩠ִ֗࣪ƙָׂ ִ࣪ᦒ᩠ׂׅƒִ֗ ࣭࣪ꪑׂᨮׂׅ݂ ꪀᧉ᩠ׂׅ֗ᨰ᩠ׂׅ࠭ ϐִִׂ໋֢࣪࣪ᦒ᩠ִׂׅ࣪ᦒ᩠ִׂׅ࣪ƙָׂ!
"I told you to wait for me, didn't I?" Minho’s telepathic voice would cut through the static, cool and steady, though his piercing eyes gave away his desperation.
"You took too long!" Jisung would shoot back, his lower lip jutting out into a massive pout even as he fought the roaring headwinds. "Next time, I'm changing the choreography!"
When the rare alignment finally arrives, all the bickering and armor vanish. Minho drops his aloof tsundere mask entirely, his piercing siren eyes locking onto Jisung with a raw, terrifying intensity. Jisung lets out a bright, triumphant laugh, his chubby cheeks flushing with adrenaline as he charges into the storm. They are chaotic soulmates, two halves of a singular soul, completely ready to tear the fabric of space apart just to let their lips fit together perfectly once again.