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“Blue…” Jisung whispers.
“Uh?” Minho says confused.
“Blue.” He repeats.
Minho looks at him with lost eyes, still not understanding what he wants. He rolls his eyes, sighing out loud “Look Jisung- Can we get this over with?”
The younger shakes his head in response. “Blue.” He says. “Y-Your hair… you- you dyed it blue.”
Minho feels everything stop around them. “You’re… you’re talking.” He mumbles, chuckling in disbelief.
Jisung laughs along with him. “Your hair is blue.”
“Yeah I- What?” Minho trails off. “What did you just say?”
The younger tilts his head to the side confused. “Blue.” He answers unsure of what’s going on. “I said your hair is blue.”
Blue
Minho’s breath hitches.
“Hyung,” Jisung calls worriedly. “A-Are you okay?” He asks while stepping forward to cup the boy’s face in his hands.
Except he can’t. Because Minho is moving away faster than him.
“H-Hyung-“
“Show me your wrist.”
“What?”
“Show me your wrist, now.”
When the younger only keeps staring at him, Minho can’t wait any longer and grabs him by the arm himself.
“Wait! Hyung-“
For you
Everything comes back.
“Y-You’re my soulmate.” He whispers. “You knew it all this time and- You’re, you’re my fucking soulmate.”
“I- hyung I can explain-“
“I can’t fucking believe this.” He says, letting out a dry chuckle after. “I can’t fucking- Shit! Shit I- Jisung, why?!” He yells. Jisung shrieking at the sudden change of voice.
“I’m- I’m so sorry.”
“Why didn’t you- You could have said something Jisung. You- Fuck!” His hands come up to ruffle his hair frustrated. “This is so messed up.”
“Hyung,” Jisung calls. “Please, please you have to believe me. I tried so many times to say something.” He states, tears running down his face already.
“Don’t you fucking dare Jisung.” Minho warns. “Don’t you fucking dare to make me feel worst by crying.”
“I’m not- That’s not what I’m doing Minho, fuck I- I’ve been feeling so bad already for keeping this to myself all this time-“
“Why?” Minho interrupts. “Why would you keep this- Why couldn’t you have said or-or written something I don’t know! Tried to explain to me the situation before making me feel bad for thinking I was just giving up!” He yells.
“No I-“
“Before making me feel like I was doing wrong on moving on, before making me feel like a piece of shit for allowing myself to feel something.”
“Hyung I-“
“Before making me feel guilty for falling for you.” He whispers out, voice filled with nothing but guilt.
“I tried,” Jisung whispers back. “God I- I tried so many times.” He says as he nears the older, finally being able to touch him again, letting his hand rest on one of his cheeks to whip away the stray tear that rested there. “And I am so sorry.” He says. “I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like that but- I thought I was doing the best Minho. I thought I was doing the best for you.”
Minho’s heart breaks at his words. “Why would you think that?” He mumbles.
“I- I don’t know.” He ends up saying.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m- no, I’m not.” Jisung argues.
“Jisung why do you keep lying?” Minho asks. “Fuck I’m- I’m right here Jisung. I’m standing right here.” He says desperately. “Why won’t you let me in?”
Jisung looks at him with something Minho can’t quite decipher, and for some reason it scares the older even more, so he ends up leaning into the touch of the other’s hand that is still cupping his cheek desperately.
“Hyung-“ “I’m right here Jisung, please.”
Jisung sighs, leaning their foreheads together gently.
“You don’t deserve this,” He whispers. “You don’t deserve-“ me , he thinks to himself. “I’m so sorry.”
Minho’s eyes close tightly at the words. “Don’t go.” He begs, his hand catching the younger’s wrist in his. “Don’t go again Jisung just- just talk to me.”
A kiss is placed on his lips, followed by the words he feared the most to hear.
“We’re done hyung.”
“Jisung-“
“I’m so sorry.” He says, quickly turning around to prevent Minho from seeing his tears filled face.
Minho stands in his place, standoffish. Unmoving.
Until he has enough.
Fuck this , he thinks as he starts running after the other.
“Not this time.” He says, now standing in front of Jisung.
“What are you-“
“You’re coming with me.” Minho cuts him off, making the other’s eyes widen. “Minho-“ “Don’t you dare bail on me again Jisung.” He scoffs. “I’m not letting you go. I won’t give up on you, on us just like this.”
“Hyung…” Jisung mumbles. “But you deserve so much more…” He continues, not being able to contain his tears anymore.
Minho feels his heart break at those words. “Jisung,” he cups the younger’s face in his hands, letting his fingers whip away the tears. “Who told you that?”
“I just- I-“ he sobs. “You deserve everything and I’m so- I’m such a mess.” And that only makes Minho kiss him.
At first Jisung tries to draw back from the shock, but then he allows himself to drown in Minho’s tenderness.
The way one of his hands goes to the back of his neck to twirl with his hair while the other keeps its place on his cheek. His lips moving softly against his in such a reassuring way it makes Jisung lose the concept of time.
When they pull back, Minho gives him one last peck on his forehead before joining them together once again.
“Sungie,” He breathes out. “Why don’t you understand… you’re everything.” When Jisung’s sobs only get louder, Minho hushes him. Pulling him into his warm chest.
“I don’t deserve you Minho.” He keeps mumbling.
“You’re okay, you’re okay sweetheart.” He says in what he hopes can sooth the younger somehow.
“C-Can, can we go to your place? Please.” Jisung asks, voice muffled against the other’s neck.
“Of course we can.” Minho reassures. “Let’s go home.”
“You don’t need to worry, Changbin stayed over at Felix’s place yesterday.” Minho informs as they enter his apartment, Jisung only nodding along.
“I Uhm, do you want some tea?” He asks.
“Y-Yeah.” Jisung stutters. “Tea sounds great.” He says, biting his lip nervously after.
“Okay,”’ The older nods. “You can sit on the couch if you want.”
“Can’t I stay with you instead?” The younger asks instead, making Minho look at him with widened eyes. “I just I- I missed you and I don’t want to be alone right now-“
“I never expected you to talk this much, really.” Minho smiles.
“I’m sorry.”
“Hannie,” Minho calls softly, making his way over to Jisung. “Stop apologizing, please…” he almost whispers.
“But hyung, I’ve made you suffer so much.” Jisung gulps, guilt consuming him. “Why aren’t you mad?”
Minho only kisses his forehead in response. “Let’s go make our tea first.”
As they arrive at the kitchen, Jisung takes a seat on the balcony while Minho starts heating up the water.
“Minho…”
Minho feels his heart race at the younger’s voice. It still amazes him so much that he’s finally able to hear him talking out loud.
“Yes Hannie?”
“D-Do you uhm, do you wanna start talking about it?” He asks nervously, fingers fidgeting nervously with the rings on his hands.
Minho looks at him with a look Jisung can’t quite decipher. He doesn’t look sad nor happy, mad or judging. And that makes Jisung’s worry grow more.
“Okay.” He finally says, grabbing two mugs after and pouring the tea in them.
He places the mugs in the balcony and takes a stool after, seating in the opposite direction of the younger.
“Thank you-“
“Did Hyunjin know about this?”
“What?”
“Hyunjin.” Minho repeats. “Did he know you were my soulmate?” He asks, his hands tightening their grip around the cup.
“No,” Jisung says. “He didn’t. Nobody did, except for Seungmin.”
Minho’s eyes turn wide at this. “Seungmin did?”
“Y-Yeah,” The other nods. “Don’t be mad at him.” Jisung is quick to add.
“Why would I?” The older chuckles. “I don’t really know him in the first place. To me he’s Seungmin, Hyunjin’s boyfriend and your best friend.”
“O-Oh” is all Jisung says.
“I mean, don´t take me wrong, he's a nice guy and I like him.” Minho is quick to assure. “Plus he makes Hyunjin happy, and that's what matters.” He smiles. “But… I´m just surprised he didn't say anything to him.”
“He knew that was my problem to fix,” Jisung starts. “That's why he respected my privacy so much.” He says, Minho only humming back in response.
“Are you mad at me?” He asks, still not being able to look the other in the eyes.
“Sungie,” He sighs. “I don't think so.”
And that makes Jisung´s face dart up. “R-Really?”
Minho nods along with his words. “Yeah… to be honest I think I'm more confused than angry, and hurt.”
Jisung takes one of his hands in his. “I´m so sorry, hyung.” He mumbles. “You have no idea how long I´ve been trying to talk to you for.”
“What was the reason?” He asks.
“I told you I- I couldn´t talk whenever I got near you-”
“No Jisung,” Minho cuts him off while shaking his head. “Stop that. Just- Tell me the real reason. Tell me the truth.”
“You'll think I'm weird.” Jisung whispers. “I don't want you to be stuck with me, Minho.”
“What are you saying?” Minho says amazed. “Stuck with you? Jisung, I´ve been in love with you since the beginning.”
“But you shouldn´t.”
“What? Love you?”
“Yes!” Jisung yells, making the older´s eyes widen. “I- Yes, you shouldn´t love me Minho because I´m fucking broken! I´m a fucking mess who only makes the people around me worry and I´m- I´m a fucking burden to everyone even if I try not to! Don´t you get it? I´m a fucking- I´m a fucking burden!” He storms out.
Silence falls in the air. Jisung not being able to look the other in the eyes.
“So… you have to let me go hyung please…” He finishes off.
“J-Jisung…” He hears the other stutter. “You’re so fucking selfish” He says . The younger looks up, ready to defend himself from the other’s words.
He expected to be met with the sight of Minho looking at him with nothing but anger. But instead what he sees is him looking at him, confused and in pain, with tears running down his cheeks.
“Hyung-“ Whatever he is about to say gets lost when Minho stands up, storming off the kitchen.
“Minho please-“ Jisung begs as he goes after him.
“Why do you keep getting excuses for us not to stay together?” He asks, turning around to meet the other’s eyes.
“It’s not excuses Minho I just-“
“I don’t understand you Jisung!” Minho yells. “You- Do you have any idea of how much I’ve missed you?”
At that Jisung feels his own eyes turning blurry. “Do you have any idea of how much I missed you?” He says back.
“Then why,” The older whispers, taking hesitating steps towards him. “Why are you trying to run away?”
“B-Because, because I don’t deserve you.” Jisung sobs.
“You keep saying that, but I don’t get it.” Minho cups his face in his hands. “Sungie please, please I wanna understand you so bad. Talk to me, just-“ He sighs out. “Talk to me… please baby, please…”
Jisung lets himself get distracted in the feeling of the older’s fingers gently whipping away his tear streaked face, the familiar soothing and calming presence of his soulmate which he loves so much. And that’s how he finds himself finally letting his true fears out.
“You’re so perfect,” He mumbles, his hands placing themselves on top of the other’s ones, who keep their place on his cheeks. “You’re just so damn perfect all the time and I am not.”
“What are you saying?” Minho asks confused.
“I’m a burden Min,”
Min
God how he longed to hear him saying that nickname out loud
“That’s not true Hannie-“
“No but it is!” He whisper-yells.
“Shut up.” Minho says.
“Minho-“
His words get cut off with a kiss. “I said shut up you idiot,” Minho says, voice soft despite the -supposedly- aggressive words. “It’s my time to talk,” he continues. “Can you be a good boy and listen to me?” He asks. Chuckling when he notices the pink hue covering his soulmate’s cheeks.
“I always forget to turn in my assignments on time-“
“What are you-“
“Am I gonna have to shut you down with a kiss again?”
“S-Sorry.”
And because he’s way too far gone for the boy either way, he decides to peck his forehead after.
“It’s okay,” he reassures. “I’m stubborn. I hate cleaning so normally I’ll spontaneously visit my parents whenever Changbin is about to kill me for not taking care of the house, I put milk before cereal because I believe it is the fucking correct way to eat cereals and I don’t give a fuck if the majority of people disagree with it. I sleep with socks on, I once wore a beanie for 2 weeks because I was too lazy to wash my hair whenever I showered because I just wanted to sleep after practice. I broke something at Chan’s studio and blamed it on Jeongin because I know he could never get mad at him and he had warned me before to be careful because he knew I would most likely break it.” He says with a smile.
“And I hate it when Chan is right. In fact I hate when everyone but me is right… and they were all right when they said I liked you…”
“H-Hyung…“
“No, actually they weren’t right in that one. Because I love you Jisung.” He finishes. “I love you, with all my heart I love you so much. And you are my soulmate for a reason.”
Jisung can only stare the whole time. Mesmerised with Minho’s everything.
“So don’t you ever, ever say you’re not worth it- you’re not worth me, ever again. Because you are the most beautiful and best thing to ever happen to me… and I need you, not because you’re my soulmate because even if you weren’t, I fell for you even before that.” He says. “I fell for you because you are perfect, to me you are so so perfect and I need you.“
And that’s when Jisung can’t hold it in any longer. Standing on his tip-toes, he kisses Minho on the lips. Tears running down both their faces and it’s messy, but for them it’s not. For them it is perfect.
Because they’re perfect for each other.
“Milk before cereal is the right way to eat cereal.” He mumbles against the other’s lips, making them both giggle.
“Hi,” Minho says, their foreheads connected as they keep looking at each other.
“Hi.” Jisung says back. “Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long…”
“It’s okay,” Minho reassures as he intertwines their hands together.
“It was so worth it.”
“Minho hyung! You have to stay still!” Jisung scolds in a whiney voice.
“So what? I’m supposed to not live for the next like- twenty minutes or something?” He argues back. But when the younger looks back at him with furrowed eyebrows and cute pout on his face, he knows he’s already lost this battle.
“Fine,” He breathes out. “I promise I’ll try not to move, so can you please stop sulking?” He asks, head tilting to the side teasingly.
“Am not sulking.” Jisung mumbles stubbornly. His boyfriend chuckles at his cuteness before leaning in to peck him on the lips.
“What- Min!” Jisung yells, only making the older laugh more.
“What?” He says in between laughs.
“S-Stop dis-distracting me…” He huffs out, cheeks colored in a pink hue.
“God you’re so adorable!” Minho coos as he cups the other’s puffy cheeks in his hands.
“Minho!” Jisung yells, grabbing the older’s hands by their wrist as he glares at him.
“Stop moving.” He says through gritted teeth. His boyfriend only rolling his eyes in response.
“Jisung this is ridiculous.”
“Please, I’m almost done! Just one hand left and then if you let them dry peacefully it will be faster.” He begs. “And…” He trails off.
“What is it?”
“I really want us to have matching nails… Is that so ridiculous?” He asks in a small voice, making Minho’s eyes immediately soften.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” He calls, successfully grabbing the younger’s attention. “It’s not ridiculous at all, and I love it that you want us to match so much, even in little things like this.” He states. “I’m sorry, nothing is ridiculous when it comes to you.”
His words make the other blush as he smiles shyly. “Thank you… and it will look great on you so just stop moving now and let me do my work.” He finishes off.
For the next fifteen minutes, Minho allows Jisung to keep painting his nails with the black polish as he in return takes this chance to observe the younger who's doing his job with a focused pout during all of it.
It's cute. Jisung is cute.
“Done!” He says, looking at his boyfriend with his beautiful heart-shaped smile. Minho smiles back with a roll of his eyes, looking at his hands after to see the other´s job.
“It looks good,” He praises. “Thank you.”
“You´re welcome,” Jisung says. “Give me your hands back.”
“What for?” The older frowns, but still does what he's asked for with no second thoughts.
Instead of answering him, Jisung only takes his hands in his and then blows softly on the nails to help the polish dry quicker.
“It's perfect.” He says proudly. “Now don't you dare ruin them.”
“Jisung-”
“I'm serious hyung. No moving.” He threatens.
“Fine…” Minho whispers, not hiding the annoyance in his voice.
The younger shakes his head at his antics, moving on the bed so that he can get closer to the other.
“Don´t sulk Min,” He says softly.
“But I want to hug you! We haven't seen each other in three weeks, Hannie.” He whines.
“I know that, but it was finals week.” He reasons. “You know none of us had time to hang out.” He cups the older´s face in his hands after. “And it´s only fifteen minutes left to dry them,” He chuckles. “You're being dramatic.”
“Well then, you hug me.” Minho proposes.
“Fine,” Jisung breathes out as he moves to now straddle the older. “Is this okay?” He asks, hands circling around the other's neck.
Minho pecks his lips in response. “I’ll keep my arms on my sides, promise.” The younger rolls his eyes with a smile on his face, leaning down to kiss the other once again.
Their lips move softly against each other, no roughness in it. When they pull away, Jisung hides his face in the older’s crook of the neck.
“I missed you.” He says, voice muffled against the other’s warm skin.
Minho sighs, leaning his face against the other’s hair to kiss him.
“Move in with me.”
Jisung quickly removes his face from its hiding places at the words.
“What?” He asks, feeling his cheeks warming up already.
“Move in with me.” Minho repeats. Voice certain end laced with pure honesty.
“Minho… I-I can’t.” Jisung says.
“Why not?” The older frowns. “Do you not want to?” He asks, now not seeming as confident as before.
“No, it’s not that hyung.” Jisung assures, hands coming to the back of his neck to cup the warm skin gently. “It's just that you have a roommate… a-and so do I! We can't just move in and not tell them anything.”
Minho looks at him with narrowed eyes for a while and then something clicks in his head. “They can move too!”
“Min,” Jisung smiles. “That's not how it works.”
“No sweetheart, you´re not getting it.” He shakes his head. “The problem here is our roommates right?”
“Don't call them that-”
“Stop teasing me and listen.” Minho says, joining his boyfriend´s contagious laugh.
“Alright I´m sorry,” He pecks his lips after. “Go on.”
“Just think about it. Changbin is my roommate but he´s always at Felix´s apartment, Hyunjin´s always at yours and Seungmin´s one and you´re always here.” He points out.
“That's… that's true.” Jisung says. “Oh my God Min- You're a genius!” He yells excited, kissing all over the older´s face.
“So you'll move in with me?” Minho says through chuckles.
“Yes.” Jisung answers, kissing the other, who brings his arms around his waist after.
“I love you…” Minho says, grip tightening around the younger´s small waist.
“I love you too. But we need to talk with them first.” He remembers.
“Please,” The older rolls his eyes. “Everyone has been wanting to move in with their soulmate since Chan and Jeongin did it. Of course they´ll accept it.”
“Yeah I know but-” He suddenly stops talking as his eyes widen.
“What's wrong?”
“Why aren´t your hands on your side?”
Shit
“Sorry.” He says, biting his lower lip.
“Min!”
“I'm sure they were already dry!” He argues.
“Hyung-”
“Shut up and kiss me.”