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The day of the winter showcase was getting closer and closer and Jisung was more than nervous. He knew that Minho had an amazing performance prepared, and he had been there to watch Hyunjin practice so he knew he was going to do great, too. He was sure Changbin would look fantastic on stage. He wasn’t so sure about himself, though.
His Lyric Composition had told them to write about something deep, personal, and private. He then proceeded to tell the entire class that the one that got the highest grade would be presenting the song at the showcase.
Jisung had stared at the empty page in his notebook for days, silently hoping that they would fill themselves with rhymes that could hopefully get him a passing grade. He had gotten a rush of inspiration one night when he woke up from a dream. He had filled two pages with a very rough first draft that he then showed Changbin. They worked on it for a few days and Jisung handed in his finished lyrics right on time for the due date.
The following week, the teacher announced the highest grade was Jisung’s, which would have been nice if having that grade didn’t mean he’d have to pour his heart out in an auditorium packed with staring eyes.
So Jisung practiced and practiced his singing every day, he asked Jeongin, Hyunjin’s soon-to-be-boyfriend for some tips on his technique and the younger boy was happy to provide.
On the day of the showcase, Jisung was shaking like a leaf. He told himself it was because he was cold, but in reality, he was fucking scared. Feelings were scary, and talking about them was scary enough, he didn’t need to tell the entire world about them. The fact that no one had to know who he was talking about gave him a little comfort. That, and Minho holding his hand and showing him where he would be in the audience.
Minho was first to present. He danced beautifully and Jisung couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, completely mesmerized by the older’s skill. His classmates performed right after, and then it was Hyunjin’s turn. To say that Jisung was proud of his best friend, was an understatement. He had a way of dancing that made the spectator unable to think about anything else, completely hypnotized by him. When it was Felix's turn to dance, his teacher signaled him to go backstage.
He was met with Minho, who was about to leave and go into his seat. They smiled at each other and Minho whispered ‘you can do it’ in his ear.
The first thing he noticed as he got on the stage and the curtains opened, was that it was hot under the lights. He sighed as he found Minho and Hyunjin in the audience and gave them a smile. The music he had previously recorded started playing from the big speakers and Jisung waited for his queue to start singing. It was electrifying, watching all those people pay attention to you, seeing Minho gasp as he started singing, watching Hyunjin smile at him.
He sang the first verse, avoiding Minho’s eyes. He was waiting, he knew that the moment he looked at Minho, the older guy would realize what was going on. So he looked at him as he sang:
Might be Déjà vu
First time we met, but I remembered you
We were creepin' in the night time
Maybe in another lifetime
If Minho’s mouth was agape already, when their eyes met it reached the floor. Jisung smiled sweetly at him and closed his eyes as he sang the chorus. The rest of the song went by in a flash, and before he knew it he was singing his last line, eyes still focused on Minho’s.
He bowed at the audience and waited for the red curtains to finish closing before he left the stage.
He was sweating, maybe because of the heat from the lights, maybe because he was nervous, maybe because there was something very intimidating about Minho’s gaze.
Jisung sighed, smiling when his teacher complimented him on his singing and thanking him for giving him the chance to present his song on stage. He waited for his heartbeat to go back to normal before leaving the room and going back into the auditorium. He sat next to Minho casually as if he hadn’t just confessed to him in front of literally all of his classmates, and his classmate’s parents.
Minho gave him a look and placed his hand on Jisung’s thigh, squeezing slightly as if to say ‘I understood, we’ll talk later’. Jisung’s heart was threatening to jump out of his chest, and he wanted it to just calm down, Minho was just grabbing his thigh, nothing fancy. It’s not like he was resting his head on his shoulder and telling him that he did a fantastic job. That was definitely not what was happening. At least that’s what Jisung told himself.
But it was happening, and Minho did, in fact, invite him to have dinner with his parents when he realized that Jisung’s hadn’t come. And they did hold hands in the backseat of Minho’s parents' car. And Jisung did blush when his parents looked at them, with a soft expression and his mother said ‘We’ll leave you two alone’.
Minho looked at Jisung shyly, and Jisung had to look away and hide his face behind his hands as his cheeks got red. Minho grabbed his hands and moved them away from his face. Even when their hands reached the table, he didn’t let go of them. They held hands for a while, and Minho waited until the younger one was ready to talk.
“So…” he started. Minho smiled at him encouragingly. It made Jisung angry, that he already knew all of this. “I think we might be soulmates.”
“I think so, too,” he said, his smile growing bigger. “What about it?” he asked teasingly.
“Oh, fuck you. If you want me to say that I like you you’re going to be very fucking disappointed because I will not say it.”
Minho let out a loud laugh, “you like me,” he said matter of factly.
Jisung looked away again, even though it was winter, his whole body was on fire.
“It’s ok if you like me, it happens often,” he smirked and Jisung wanted to punch a hole through a wall. “I’m kidding, Sungie. I obviously like you, too.”
He stared at Minho awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. His hands were sweating under Minho’s so he moved them away and hid them in the pocket of his jacket. They ate silently, enjoying themselves and the tasty food Minho’s parents cooked for them.
Minho walked him to his apartment, holding his hand inside of his jacket. The streetlights walked with them. It was so cold out that they could see each other's breaths as they exhaled. They reached Jisung’s doorstep and Minho turned to look at the younger, their hands separating.
He fixed Jisung’s hair, tucking the wild strands back under his grey beanie, and smiled at him fondly. He got closer, slowly, to give Jisung the chance to back away, to give him the chance to consent. He waited there, mouths almost touching, the tips of their noses touching. Jisung closed his eyes and took a deep breath before leaning in and closing the space between their lips.
They kissed softly, sweetly, and Jisung couldn’t help but notice the faint taste of vanilla of Minho’s chapstick. He smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around the older’s neck. Minho moved away first and looked at Jisung with eyes filled with love. For once, Jisung didn’t feel shy under his gaze.
They moved away from each other reluctantly. Minho squeezed his hand before walking away, leaving Jisung with a promise of more. He smiled as he walked into his building, his heart finally at a normal, calm rate, and his soul at utmost peace.