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"You shuffle through phases like songs on your playlist"
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Han Jisung is sloppy kisses in dark corners, he’s the lips on Minho’s neck at 2am, he’s the sugary taste of fruits, he’s the sweaty skin under Minho’s fingers. He’s a hazy dream of a shadowy figure that lurks in Minho’s peripheral vision.
Jisung never feels real until he’s in Minho’s hold and then he’s gone way too soon.
But maybe it's time Minho learned to hold onto things.Bookmarked by LucyJCarlyle
31 May 2019
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“Jisungie?”
Jisung lifted his head from his cupped hand where, no, he had not been napping, and blinked at the boy in front of him.
“I didn’t know you worked here!” the boy gasped, obviously thrilled to see Jisung.
Jisung stared at him, his sleep deprived brain failing to put a name to the smiling face in front of him. But the boy clearly knew him, so Jisung did his best to lace familiarity into his voice as he answered, “Ah, yeah, I just switched shifts. I used to do afternoons.”
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The more Jisung looked at him, the blanker his mind went. He couldn’t conjure a name and, if he was being honest, he didn’t even recognize his face. And he had a great face. Jisung was sure he would be able to remember a face like that, even when he was half dead.
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“Hyunjin! Hyunjin! Hyunjin!” Each call of his friend’s name was accompanied by a slap on the arm. “Hyunjin! Hyunjin! Hyun…”
Hyunjin caught Jisung’s wrist as he went to smack him again, “What?”
Jisung blinked, momentarily forgetting why he had wanted his friend’s attention in the first place. He pursed his lips, glancing around the room and…oh. That was why.
“Who’s that?” Jisung wiggled his wrist out of Hyunjin’s grasp and pointed to the pretty boy standing in front of the open refrigerator.
Hyunjin gave him a weird look, That’s Minho.”
“Minho,” Jisung rolled the name off his tongue, enjoying the way it tasted in his mouth. He pursed his lips before coming to a decision. “I’m in love with him.”
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Minho sneaked into his life much like how he’d occasionally sneak through the wide window of his bedroom, gradually claiming every piece of his heart, and Jisung was more than glad to aid his theft, even if the locks remained on Minho’s end.