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Changbin owes everything to this stupid conversation he was having Minho. It was literally the dumbest thing they could’ve talked about, Minho deep diving into the realm of wikipedia and clicking links upon links from the initial cat wikipedia page. They were somehow on the lentils page after being in the sperm page moments ago, Minho relaying about how, “The plant is a diploid, annual, bushy herb of erect, semierect, or spreading and compact growth and normally varies from 30 to 50 centimetres (12 to 20 in) in height.” but everything is going through one ear and coming out the other(who the fuck thought it was a good idea to put those select handful of words together in a sentence). At the word “erect”, Changbin snorts and then Minho snorts and they both start cackling because each other's snorts were just absolutely hilarious apparently.
Maybe Changbin should’ve controlled his volume better because he hears shuffling and slaps his hand over his mouth. Minho voices his concern for the loud slap noise he heard but Changbin gives him a muffled grunt that was supposed to translate to “I’m fine” but might’ve just sounded like he was making out with his pillow.
Changbin keeps his eyes trained on the entrance to the hallway leading to his and Jisung’s rooms, hoping that the shuffling was just his imagination or maybe Minho on the other side of the call, maybe even a ghost, who knows, but his hopes were crushed when Jisung comes hobbling out of the hallway. Changbin almost cries at the sight in front of him because Jisung is so fucking adorable. Jisung was pouting as he was rubbing sleep out of his eyes, drowning in this grey hoodie that probably is twice his size, his basketball shorts barely peeking past the hem from where they were just below his knees. His socks were mismatched, one a pink polka dot ankle sock, and the other a regular grey sock. Is Changbin endeared nonetheless? You bet your fucking ass he is.
He mutes himself in the call.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” He whispers, because it goes without saying that you shouldn’t talk louder than a whisper when you’re speaking to someone who just woke up. Jisung nodded but didn’t let Changbin apologize when he pointed at his phone and then to the back of his wrist, tapping it softly. Changbin took a second to connect the dots, Jisung asking for how long he was going to be calling for, and pointed to their wall clock. The time reads 2:39 pm, Jisung waking up after an hour or two of napping, and Changbin holds up a four with his hand. Jisung stares at the clock and you could practically hear the cogs in his head turn as he does the math. He nods and Changbin thought that was going to be it, Jisung probably going to stay up and make himself a coffee or he was going to go and resume his nap.
Changbin was correct with his second theory, just not in the way he was expecting.
Jisung comes over, walking up to Changbin, clearly still half-asleep as he narrowly dodges their coffee table, and slides up against Changbin on their living room couch. Changbin’s breath hitches and he has to quickly turn down the volume of his phone because he could hear Minho complaining about how long Changbin has been muted. Jisung throws an arm and leg over Changbin and Changbin cautiously lets his hand rest in Jisung’s (tiny)waist. Jisung doesn’t move away from his hand, just digs his face further in Changbin’s chest.
“Keep talking.” Jisung murmurs, voice muffled from where his face is planted in Changbin’s chest. Changbin nods, though Jisung can’t see it, and unmutes himself.
“Fucking finally, I thought you finally got eaten by your lumpy ass couch.” Minho huffs and Changbin lets out a small laugh.
“Sorry…a little something happened but it’s ok now, you can continue talking.” Changbin apologizes, his voice low but not low enough to be a whisper. Minho huffs again, but Changbin can hear the smile on his lips as he starts reading again.
“Good, because I found myself on Louis XVI’s page and you know how much I love making fun of people in high positions of government.” Minho rambled on and Changbin continued responding. Changbin wonders if Minho noticed the shift in volume, but even if he did, he didn’t say anything. He feels Jisung’s breath even out, and allows himself to relax a bit more. Maybe he lets his legs tangle with Jisung’s, maybe he wraps his arm around Jisung’s waist and holds him close, no longer hovering his hand over it awkwardly, and maybe he hooks his chin on Jisung’s head, nestled in his fluffy, blond hair.
Changbin doesn’t notice, but his voice does end up dropping to a whisper an hour into the conversation, his eyelids growing heavy because Jisung is warm in his big hoodie, and he’s very comfortable with Jisung sleeping soundly in his arms. Minho notices before Changbin does, cutting himself halfway after Changbin grunts out a response that was supposed to be words, but comes out a slurred slew of noises. Minho laughs.
“Are you tired?” He asks, and Changbin sobers up, realizing how heavy his bones feel and that his phone is about to slip out his hand. He grips his phone and brings it closer to his face.
“A little, yeah.” he hears himself say, but he’s close to passing out. He forces himself awake for a little longer, staring at black T.V screen because he doesn’t trust himself to stay awake even if he closes his eyes to blink. Minho chuckles.
“We will resume our oh so deep conversation about homosexuality another day, you sound like you’re about to pass out any second now.” Minho quips and Changbin laughs, not bothering to defend himself because Minho is right, Changbin feels like he’s about to deep dive into the sea called sleep.
“Yeah, maybe tomorrow or later today.” Changbin mumbles, feeling his body sink into the couch, and he doesn’t remember his couch being this comfortable, more used to something jabbing into his back when he lies on it because the previous owner was definitely into some shady shit. Minho hums.
“Not later today, I have a date.” Changbin can hear Minho close his laptop and rummage around, maybe for a bag. Changbin raises his eyebrows.
“With who. Chan? Maybe Jeongin?” he asks and Minho makes a proud noise.
“Both.”
Changbin tries to not startle Jisung with his shocked jolt, his whole body almost jumping.
“Holy shit, you got your shit together?” Changbin yells, but it’s hushed into a whisper.
“You fucking bet. Anyway, I should get going, can’t keep my boys waiting.” Minho sings and Changbin laughs.
“Go get 'em, hyung.” he smiles and Minho tells him goodbye and ends the call. Changbin sighs, letting himself slip into the folds of sleep again. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, Jisung’s coconut shampoo filling his senses, and for a moment, Jisung shuffles. He moves a little, moves up and uses Changbin’s arm as a pillow, and dips his nose in between Changbin’s collarbones before stilling once again. Changbin laughs, low and rumbly, before his body becomes slack with only the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
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Jisung wakes up first.
He doesn’t open his eyes immediately, just comes to realize that he is aware of where he is, no longer a foot into his dreams but pulled into reality. He’s warm and he pulls close the warm, his fingers curling around the fabric of what he’s holding. But the warmth moves, moves under his hands, and he blinks his eyes open slowly. He just sees more darkness, but if he stares for long enough, he can make out the column of someone's neck and he tries his best to not jump. He remembers slowly, images coming to his head like an old film because they’re not completely clear, but he can piece what happened with enough clarity.
He slowly moves away, pushing himself back and then pressing his hand in the space in between him and Changbin, pushing himself up and he feels Changbin’s arm move down his waist. He doesn’t sit all the way up, just enough to look down at Changbin for a moment.
The older is sleeping soundly, black hair mushes against the cushions of the couch and Jisung tries not to wince at the thought of the crick forming in his hyung’s neck. His arm is hanging off the couch and Jisung takes in embarrassingly that he was resting on Changbin’s bicep, taking in even more embarrassingly that it was more comfortable than his pillows. Jisung turns to look at the clock, the hour hand already close to 8 pm and Jisung is hungry, and if he’s hungry so will probably be Changbin. He brings a hand to Changbin’s shoulder and shakes him gently, Changbin stirring immediately.
“Hyung, it’s already almost 8.” Jisung says softly, and Changbin blinks his eyes, and Jisung smiles when he watches Changbin slowly emerge from the land of sleep. Changbin looks at the clock to check the time, confirming Jisung’s words.
“Shit, you’re right.” Changbin sits up and brings the hand that was on Jisung’s waist to his hair, ruffling it to fix it up a little. When he does, he immediately brings it down to the junction between his shoulder and neck, biting his lip at the pain. “We should order something to eat.” His voice is low and Jisung’s eyes widen at how gruff it is. He has heard it before, when Changbin is hobbling out of his room early in the morning when he has to go to work, but that was in passing, and when Jisung was barely awake as well. Hearing it up close is different, whether it was in a good or bad way Jisung can’t quite place.
Changbin gets off the couch and rolls back his shoulders to stretch them, Jisung watching how his back muscles flex under Changbin’s t-shirt. Changbin starts to move to the kitchen, to go look at the takeout menus in the fridge probably, but Jisung tugs at Changbin’s shirt. Changbin looks back, confused and still massaging the crick in his neck.
“What’s up?” he asks, and Jisung isn’t quite sure why he grabbed Changbin’s shirt. He just felt like he needed to, for reasons only his body knows, but not his mind. He makes something up.
“Sorry, by the way, for crashing your call.” Jisung manages to say, his words more clipped because he was piecing them together clumsily. Changbin blinks at him and Jisung can’t keep eye contact, his eyes drifting to the floor. Changbin grabs his hand gently and gives it a little squeeze, bringing his other hand to ruffle Jisung’s already messy hair. Jisung looks up to find Changbin smiling down at him.
“Don’t worry about it, Minho could live a day without me replying to his wikipedia escapades.” Changbin chuckles, sleep still clinging onto his words and bringing them lower than normal. Jisung laughs as well, and stands up.
“If you say so, hyung,” Jisung smiles coyly, “by the way, can we have Chinese today?” Jisung tucks a piece of hair behind his ear. Changbin rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, sure.” Changbin turns to go to the kitchen, his hand still holding Jisung’s as he drags them to the kitchen, his other hand going back to his neck. Jisung wonders if Changbin realizes that he is still holding Jisung’s fingers, not that Jisung is going to tell him. He likes his hand being held, can you blame him?
“You’re ordering by the way.” Jisung tacks on, but it goes without saying that Changbin is always the one who orders and Jisung is the one who gets the food when the door rings. Changbin hums anyway, letting go of Jisung’s hand when he realizes his phone is still in the living room, going back to pick it up from the floor. He leaves Jisung standing by the fridge, leaning against the appliance with his hands now shoved in his hoodie pocket. Changbin comes back over and sifts through the menus hung on the fridge with a plethora of dinosaur-shaped magnets. He finds the Chinese restaurant flyer and turns on his phone and taps in the number to ring up the restaurant.
Jisung is weirdly irritated, his fingers grazing each other in his hoodie pocket. He doesn’t really pay attention to Changbin relaying their order to the person on the other side, their orders never really changing(chicken lo mein for Jisung and shrimp fried rice for Changbin, plus a plate of fried dumplings they both share) so he knows them by heart. He clenches his fist around nothing and maybe that’s what irritates him.
That he has nothing to hold.
“Ok they’re on their way.” Changbin’s voice snaps him out of it and Jisung looks over to find Changbin pocketing his phone, his hand going in there as well. Changbin turns to Jisung. “Wanna pick something to watch while we wait?” Changbin asks and Jisung hums, hand reaching over to Changbin’s free one and tugging it as he takes them to the living room again. Maybe he is using this chance to hold Chnagbin’s hand again, but you can’t prove anything. For all Changbin knows, he is just getting dragged to the couches.
Jisung turns on their T.V using the remote he picked up from the coffee table and sits down on the couch, Changbin sitting beside him. He doesn’t let go, because he frankly doesn’t really want to, and directs their T.V to the NetFlix application, not even thinking for longer than 3 seconds before picking Howl’s Moving Castle. Changbin groans, sitting back on the couch.
“This is the 3rd time we’ve watched this together.” He groans but doesn’t move to take the remote from Jisung to pick something else. Jisung grins, the beginning of the movie playing as he sets down the remote.
“And it gets better every time.” He sings and sits back as well. Their hands sit loosely held between them as they watch the film, and Jisung only lets go to grab the takeout. They don’t reconnect for the rest of night, the two of them wrapping up after the film ends and their styrofoam containers are polished. Changbin smiles at Jisung before slipping into his room. Jisung tells him goodnight, but Jisung knows he’s not going to sleep, not when he just took a nap moments ago.
Jisung flops on his bed and stares at his ceiling, nothing to greet him but this yellow stain Changbin once said looked like ditto from Pokemon(he suggested Jisung draw the face on the blob as well but Jisung didn’t want to wake up to a piss-colored ditto staring down at him). He knows he can’t sleep, not after the nap, but while he can’t sleep, he can still think about it. He thinks about the nap he took with Changbin, he passed out almost immediately after taking his Changbin’s warmth, after Changbin started talking to Minho. How his voice was low but not a whisper, something Jisung can help but find calming.
Changbin’s voice is a blue, maybe not as deep as Felix’s voice, but it flows nicely in Jisung’s head. It swirls ribbons around Jisung’s brain and it feels nice in the back of his head. If Felix’s voice is a navy blue, then Changbin’s would be a royal blue. The color you see when the sun has set but it’s light still lingers to light up the sky just enough so you can make out the deep blues it held before going dark. The color of when you’re at the beach and go just off the shore to look down at the waters. The color of the blanket Jisung’s grandma gave him when they sat out on the porch one early morning, the blanket wrapped around the body to protect him from the early winds because the sun wasn’t completely up to warm him yet.
The color of comfort, the color that brings Jisung in a state of calm, and with the memory of Changbin’s blue voice still fresh in his mind, he somehow found himself floating in the waters just off the shore, looking up at the stars shining in that royal blue sky, fingers grasping onto that blanket his grandma gave him. He feels himself drift, lets his eyes close, and somehow, despite sleeping just earlier, he sleeps. Sleeps one of the best sleeps he has had in a long, long time.
-
Jisung wakes up, the sun high enough in the sky for it to be a nuisance to try and sleep through. He feels refreshed, barely any of that post-wake-up grog Jisung usually gets. In fact, Jisung sits up almost immediately upon waking up, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up, to which he stares down at his legs and hands and asks what demon stole his soul in his sleep.
“What the shit…?” Quick, when was the last time Jisung didn’t spend at least an hour trying to get out of bed? The answer? When he wasn’t mentally ill, which was until he reached his last year of middle school. That would be approximately 9 years ago(which spirals Jisung into realizing that it’s been 9 years since he has been in middle school). Jisung walks out of his room and looks down the hall to where he can see the kitchen, Changbin sitting on a stool he dragged to the counter, listlessly staring outside. Changbin looks over, and almost spits out the coffee he was sipping on.
“Wow, you don’t look like shit.” Changbin is in utter disbelief, so much so that Jisung feels almost offended, but yeah, he gets it. He does look like a new type of Frankenstein’s monster when he wakes up, revived from electric shock and all.
“I know right. Can’t say the same about you though.” Jisung gestures to Changbin’s stylistic choice of unicorn printed pajama bottoms and black MCR band t-shirt. In Jisung’s opinion, it encompasses who Changbin is as a person very well. A unicorn using an adult who hasn’t grown passed their goth teen phase as a disguise.
Changbin rolls his eyes and slides off his stool to make his way over to their espresso machine, the only valuable thing in their house because it’s the only thing they didn’t buy with their very little money, a gift from Changbin’s mom upon moving into this apartment.
“A espresso machine?” Jisung had asked when Changbin revealed the gift from the delivery box it came in.
“Yeah, my mom bought it for us.” Changbin explained as he hauled the thing onto their kitchen counter. Jisung tilted his head.
“Why a coffee maker?”
Changbin snorts. On the espresso machine box was a note taped onto it.
‘You’ll need it.’ written in Changbin’s mom’s handwriting. Jisung understood what she meant after having to wake up at 5am for a morning shift at work.
Changbin brews Jisung his coffee as Jisung grabs another stool from the closet, groaning as he realizes that Changbin, of course, took the good stool as this one failed to spin when Jisung twisted in it. Changbin saw him twist his body on the stool in effort to make it turn and laughed, Jisung glaring at him and stealing some of his coffee in retaliation, except he failed to account for the fact Changbin is satan and likes his coffee blacker than Chan’s closet. He spits it back in the cup and Changbin yells.
“My espresso!” He screams as Jisung wipes his mouth. Jisung laughs sheepishly and Changbin sighs, mumbling to himself as he cleans out the portafilter for his new shots of espresso. Perks of having a barista roommate.
“Haha…sorry about that.” Jisung gets up and walks over to Changbin, rubbing his shoulders apologetically. Changbin grumbles instead of responding, opening the cupboard for Jisung’s mug and dumping in his two shots of espresso inside, moving out of Jisung’s hands to go to the fridge and grab some milk. He fills Jisung’s mug to the top with milk and hands him his mug wordlessly. Jisung cradles the mug in his hands but doesn’t drink from it, watching Changbin grab his old mug of Jisung spit coffee and dump it out in the sink before rinsing it out and setting it aside to dry. Changbin cleans out the portafilter once again and sets it to dry.
Changbin grabs a new mug from the cupboard and dumps his espresso shots inside.
“Are you mad at me?” Jisung murmurs, looking down at his latte. Changbin turns to look at him, a new cup of coffee in his hand. With one look at Jisung’s sad pout, Changbin sighs and rubs the back of his neck.
“No I'm not, it’s not that big of a deal.” Changbin goes to sit back down on his stool, Jisung following like a sad puppy.
“But you don't like wasting coffee.” Jisung mumbles and Changbin hums.
“Well yeah, good coffee is expensive.” Changbin takes a sip of his espresso. “I was going to make another cup anyway.” Changbin pats Jisung’s thigh to reassure him. Jisung nods, head still hung low as he finally takes a sip of his latte.
It’s perfect, mellow from the milk but still has that underlying bitter taste from the espresso. Changbin’s coffee has ruined him from going to other coffee shops because no one makes his coffee as well as Changbin does.
“You’re going to crash from the caffeine later.” Jisung attempts to joke despite still feeling a little guilty. Changbin laughs and Jisung feels a little better
“That’s for later Changbin to deal with.” Changbin chuckles and continues to drink the coffee. Jisung snorts and Changbin smiles softly in return. Jisung feels his face get hot, realizing he just laughed when he was supposed to be upset.
Jisung busies himself with his coffee.
“I took a later shift at work, covering for a coworker, so I’m gonna come home later. Don’t wait for me.” Changbin announces, downing the rest of his coffee and getting up to rinse out of the mug. Jisung nods.
“Got it.” Jisung replies, gently swirling the coffee in the cup to watch the liquid. Changbin walks over and ruffles Jisung’s still bed-ridden hair.
“Don’t miss me too much.” he teases before waltzing away before Jisung can say something in response. Jisung can only watch as he rounds the corner to go into the bathroom, huffing as he lets the words die in his mouth. Changbin usually comes home in the afternoon, so him being late means Jisung would have the place to himself for a couple hours.
Sounds like a good time on paper, but Jisung can’t help but bite his lip. Changbin won’t be there to fill his space in the apartment, and Jisung alone is not enough to fill the house with enough noise for him to sit comfortably. It’s only for a couple hours, not that long if Jisung can distract himself for long enough.
Jisung takes a sip of his coffee. It tastes more bitter for some reason.
-
Jisung comes home in the afternoon to silence.
“Ah right.” He drops his bag onto the floor and shuffles out of his coat. Changbin said he wasn’t going to be home. Jisung thinks about what to eat for dinner, tongue becoming dry at the thought of calling whatever restaurant to order. That was Changbin’s job.
Jisung walks into the kitchen and ignores the takeout flyers to open the fridge, scanning their basically barren refrigerator for something to eat(there’s only a handful of tangerines, a coke bottle that’s almost empty, three beer cans, milk, and a selection of condiments). Upon finding nothing(unless he wanted to eat ketchup with tangerines like a pregnant lady), he opened the freezer compartment and dug around. After moving away boxes of frozen waffles and breakfast sandwiches, Jisung took out the big guns.
Dinosaur chicken nuggets.
He hid these from Changbin because he knew the older would tease him for buying dinosaur chicken nuggets at his big age, but for his information, with his big age he has adult money to spend on whatever he wants, and if he wants to buy dinosaur chicken nuggets, he’s buying dinosaur chicken nuggets. Jisung reads over the cooking instructions briefly before throwing caution out the window and cracking open the family sized bag of nuggets, walking over to his air fryer and dumping a handful of them inside. He nudges them around so they don’t touch and then decides to cook them for 3 minutes and then he flips them over after and cooks for another 3 minutes. He passes on the tongs in favor of burning his fingertips practically throwing his nuggets onto a plate. He takes his plate and brings it to the living room—taking a handful of ketchup packets from a drawer along the way—looking down at it before deciding on his next course of action.
Which is taking a picture of it with his middle finger in frame and sending that picture to Changbin.
Changbin responds exactly how Jisung expected him to.
really? dinosaur chicken nuggets? jisung we don’t even have ketchup
where did you even hide these
Jisung laughs to himself as he texts him back
we have the ketchup packets from when we went to mcdonalds three days ago
and that’s a secret
i’m not sharing by the way
Changbin replies with a pouty “I didn’t want any anyway” but Jisung knows he does, even if he was judging him for it. Changbin doesn’t quite have the childish impulse Jisung has, but he still finds excitement in the same kiddish things. Jisung puts down his phone, and immediately becomes bored. He turns on the T.V but nothing entertains him much like talking to Changbin does. Jisung really fights himself from picking up his phone and calling Changbin, knowing that Changbin isn’t home because he’s supposed to be working, but he’s too used to his company that not having him with him is almost painful, which is dramatic but can you blame Jisung?
Jisung opts to shoving the chicken nuggets in his cheeks, shotgunning ketchup packets to chase the flavor of processed chicken(?), just for something to do. He humors himself by imagining Changbin’s distraught expression if he was there to watch Jisung eat. Even though he would be mortified, Changbin would still get up and get Jisung something to drink, whether it be the last of the coke or a glass of water.
Changbin this, Changbin that, all Jisung can think is Changbin, and he realizes this with a ketchup packet hanging from his lips and his cheeks full of chicken mush. Jisung has attachment issues, he concludes, as he gets up and cleans up his plate and swallows the last of the chicken nuggets, grabbing a beer after he throws away his trash. Maybe the beer can get him tipsy enough to want to pass out until Changbin gets home. Ah there he goes again, thinking about Changbin. He opens the can, the can cracking and hissing before he takes some gulps. The T.V still runs and plays white noise as Jisung languidly takes sips of his beer, finishing the can off in 5 minutes. He isn’t feeling anything other than the effects of dinosaur chicken nuggets and beer, which isn’t the worst combination but it isn’t the best either he finds. He flops on the couch and feels the food slosh in his stomach, laughing at the feeling. Maybe he is tipsy.
He reaches over to his phone, looking at the time and it’s only been an hour since Jisung had come home, many more to come before Changbin does. Jisung huffs, sliding his phone across the carpet floor to make sure he isn’t tempted to text Changbin in his dinosaur chicken nugget induced haze. He closes his eyes, blinking them open every now and then because he isn’t the most tired in the world but he doesn’t want to be awake. He forces himself to keep them closed and the food coma kicks in hard enough to knock him out apparently because the next time he opens his eyes, it’s because Changbin is shaking him awake.
“Hey, shouldn’t you be sleeping in bed?”
Jisung wants to say that he didn’t really want to be sleeping to begin with, that he was only doing it because he was waiting for him, but he keeps quiet, sitting up and pressing his face in Changbin’s stomach. Changbin stills under him but he ignores it to take a deep breath. He smells like coffee and that cologne Jisung doesn’t really like but Changbin loves, but he smells like Changbin and that’s enough for Jisung. Jisung pulls away and pushes Changbin slightly to stand up.
“Yeah maybe I should.” But he doesn’t move, just standing in front of Changbin and waiting for him to do something. Changbin doesn’t do anything, just looks at Jisung perplexed and tilts his head. Jisung grabs him by the shoulders and turns him around, making him face the kitchen. “Did you eat yet?” he asks, Changbin shaking his head and lifting up his hand, showing a bag from a restaurant nearby the place he works at.
“My coworker paid for my dinner as an apology.”
Jisung hums, still trying to shake off the hours of unwanted sleep away. Changbin starts moving cautiously, Jisung following him with his hands still on his shoulders, and they walk to the kitchen, Changbin taking out his food from his bags on the counter and going to the microwave to heat it up. Changbin glances over his shoulder before he starts getting himself a cup to fill with the soda that came with his meal.
“You sure are clingy.” Changbin points out. Jisung blinks before loosening his grip on his shoulders. “Not that it’s a bad thing.” he tacks on right after. Jisung retightened his grip.
“I don’t know why either.” Alone, Changbin and Jisung love affection, giving and receiving. They’ve met each other’s friends, know what they’re like with them, seen what they’re like, but it’s odd when it’s just them together. There’s like an unspoken boundary between them, despite Jisung being able to say Changbin is one of his closest friends. They aren’t close in the way they can casually touch each other without the other person thinking it’s weird, more like close in the way Jisung knows that Changbin cried for two hours because his mom accidentally threw away his favorite comic book, something he found out from Changbin’s sister.
Changbin hums, taking his food from the microwave and heads his way back to the couches with his utensils and cup of soda in hand, Jisung nicking the rest of the bottle for himself. They sit down and Jisung just sits beside Changbin as he eats, listening to Changbin talk about his day because he doesn’t feel like saying much, just trying to soak up as much of Changbin’s presence to make up for the last couple hours.
Changbin finishes eating quite quickly, much too quickly for Jisung’s liking, because he knows what Changbin is going to say next.
“I’m going to start heading to bed.”
And there it is.
Jisung knows he’s being a little selfish, maybe a little clingy, but he still wants to hang out with the older even though he knows he’s probably tired from working a later shift. Still, he smiles and nods, letting Changbin go off to get ready for bed. Jisung still hasn’t brushed his teeth and he’s still wearing the same clothes he went to class in, but he doesn’t get up until he hears Changbin finish up and close his bedroom door behind, only then did he start getting ready.
After washing up and dressing himself in something more comfortable, an old t-shirt and shorts, he plops on his bed. He’s not tired at all, but it’s late, and Jisung has class tomorrow. It takes hours for him to sleep normally, but it takes forever if he takes a nap prior, something Jisung kicks himself for. He shouldn't have napped and should’ve waned out his time by doing something, whether it be an essay or even fucking read to tire himself out. But the past is the past and he’s stuck in his bed, restless. He rolls on his side, trying to sink the best he can in his shitty mattress but it creaks under his weight and at every slight movement, no single position working out for him. Why does it seem like the bed is the least comfortable when you actually need to go to bed?
Jisung sits up out of frustration, ruffling his hair and hissing under his breath. He gets up and hesitantly walks up to his door. Should he go to Changbin? Last night still rings clear in his head, the easiness he felt when he went to bed after listening to Changbin’s voice. Changbin wouldn’t mind, Changbin is too nice to deny Jisung of anything if he begged enough. Jisung opens the door and peeks out, seeing the light from Changbin’s room is still on. That’s a good start, Jisung already feels slightly guilty for taking more of Changbin’s time, especially when he probably barely got time for himself, so Jisung wouldn’t want to bother him if he was asleep.
Jisung approaches his door and knocks, Changbin immediately telling him to come in. Jisung opens the door and peers in, Changbin looking up from his book.
“You need something?”
Jisung feels his face heat up as he sheepishly leans on the door frame, hand still on the doorknob in case he needs to close the door for when he runs away if Changbin turns him down. That sounds like he’s confessing.
“Uhm…” Jisung wets his lips, “can I sleep with you tonight?” He feels like a child, like a boy asking his parents if he could sleep in their bed for the night because he’s scared of the monster under his bed. Changbin reacts the way Jisung expected him to, his entire body stilling as he probably replays Jisung’s words over and over in his head to make sure he didn’t hear wrong.
“Excuse me?”
Jisung feels warm from embarrassment, his grip on the doorknob tightening.
“The other day when I took a nap with you,” ’in your arms’ Jisung’s brain not-so-helpfully supplying, “I was able to sleep really well, even later that night, and I think it’s because I was listening to you talk…” Jisung’s voice becomes quieter near the end, whatever amount of confidence he had to begin with waning thin. Thankfully, Changbin got the gist of it.
“So you’re saying that me talking helps you sleep?” Changbin asks to confirm, to which Jisung nods shyly. Changbin looks down at the book in his hands and then lifts it up to show Jisung. “Seungmin gave me this book recently. Want me to read it to you?”
Jisung nods, finally letting go of the doorknob to walk further into the room and he closes the door behind him.
“I don’t really care, I just want to hear your voice.” Jisung is blunt, and he doesn’t hear the way Changbin’s breath hitches as he’s lifting up the covers to shuffle under, Changbin scootching to the side to make some more room for him. The bed isn’t big, by any means, but it’s big enough for the both of them to fit with minimal space between them, the slightest of movements would cause them to touch. Changbin waits until Jisung is settled and Jisung looks up at him with bright eyes, waiting for him to speak. Changbin does, looking back at his book and starts reading the page he was on.
Jisung managed to catch Changbin near the beginning of his book, the story having not progressed farther than the main character going to his first at day work(apparently he works at a law firm?) but Jisung blocks most of it out to just listen to the lows and subtle highs of Changbin’s voice when he reads the dialogue and narrates the book. Jisung doesn’t get to learn much about this ‘Jisoo’ guy, more lost in the pretty blues of Changbin’s voice than the story. Jisung feels himself sinking in Changbin’s equally shitty mattress, head feeling comfortably heavy as he lets Changbin’s voice filter in and out, the words not really registering but the tones of his voice does, wrapping Jisung up to the point he feels like he’s underwater but he can breathe perfectly fine. He does try to fight and stay awake, wanting to listen to more of Changbin’s voice before he inevitably falls asleep, but within minutes of listening to Changbin talk, he’s out.
-
Changbin doesn’t know what to do.
Jisung is asleep next to him, has long since slept through 98% of what Changbin read, and Changbin is starting to feel tired. He considered slipping out of the covers and sleeping in Jisung’s bed for the night, if it weren’t for the absolute death grip Jisung’s arm has on his waist. He tried to move and he jerked Jisung’s entire body, a cold chill of fear rushing down his back at the prospects of Jisung waking up.
So there Changbin was, barbecue sauce on his tiddies and a whole Jisung stuck at his waist, nowhere to go but his own bed. He’s in quite the predicament, his brain and his heart dueling it out in his body. His brain is telling him to carefully extract himself from Jisung’s leech-like arms and sleep in Jisung’s bed for the night, but his heart is calling him a coward and telling him he has no balls for even considering not laying down and bringing Jisung in his arms. He hates his heart but damn does it make a point. He slides down into his covers, carefully turning towards Jisung. He regrets it halfway and goes to turn back around and face the wall, but turns out Jisung is a menace to his heart when he’s asleep, and he pulls Changbin closer and buried his face in his chest.
Jisung always said he liked Changbin’s ‘boobs’.
Changbin feels his heart regret its decision as it beats violently against his chest like the impulsive coward it is, but he’s too far deep into this situation, there’s no turning back now. Changbin awkwardly has his arms clamped to his sides, one of them falling asleep because he’s lying on top of it. He takes that one from under him, bringing it up for it to lie straight above Jisung’s head, feeling a lot like a barbie doll that doesn’t have elbow articulation. He slowly brings his arm to wrap around Jisung’s waist, Jisung’s body already flush against him, and he stills in this position. He wonders if Jisung can hear his beating chest, and he wonders if it’s loud enough to wake him up considering that’s the only thing Changbin can hear. But Changbin can feel the subtle rises and falls of Jisung’s body under his arm and considers himself safe.
They’ve cuddled before, the one time when Jisung decided to come nap against Changbin’s chest when he was on the phone, but the bed and the couch are two different places. Cuddling in bed is way more intimate than anything he and Jisung has ever done. Changbin has cuddled with people in bed before, he’s practically a cuddling pro because everyone loves sleeping hugging his stomach because he’s nice and soft there(Jeongin begs Changbin to never get abs), but Jisung is different. He isn’t just his friend. He’s the person Changbin has been painstakingly crushing on for years. He just managed to deal with the way Jisung sometimes falls on him when he laughs and just lays on his lap until he needs to get up again. He only started getting used to Jisung holding his hand when he takes him places, no matter how short the distance. Cuddling in his bed is screwing with his head and he doesn't know how to relax.
He breaths a quiet sigh, shaky from nervousness, and he wonders if he is going to be able to sleep with an armful of Jisung.
Better get used to this now if you want to do this in the future.
Changbin feels his face heat up at the thought.
He does want to hold Jisung every night if he could, hoping one day that this will become a new normal for him, and he does guess that he would have to get used to Jisung pressing his face against his chest and his arms around his waist if he wants that to be a reality. Changbin takes a deep breath, letting it out heavily to loosen up his muscles, curling closer to Jisung and tightening his hold around him just slightly.
He wants to get used to this.
He could get used to this.
-
Jisung wakes up first, blinking his eyes open and feeling comfortably warm. He wants to shut his eyes again and sleep more but he suddenly feels that dread one gets when they feel like they’re forgetting something. Jisung brings back his head and is met with a view of Changbin’s chin. He stares at him for a couple moments and then startles, pushing Changbin off of him. The bed is small so Changbin falls off the bed and shortly after his thud, Jisung hears a groan. Jisung scrambles, looking for something to help him make an excuse for pushing Changbin and finds Changbin’s phone sitting on the nightstand, charging. Jisung quickly taps it on and sees that his first class starts in 20 minutes, not sure if he should be breathing a sigh of relief for the decent excuse or he should be stumbling out of bed to get ready. Changbin’s rises from beside the bed, ruffling his head and cursing. Not to be cheesy, but Changbin took Jisung’s breath away.
His hair fluffed up in his sleep, black curls sticking up in every direction, but they moved and bounced at the slightest movement, Changbin slowly emerging from the floor and back on the bed, eyes partially closed from sleep. Maybe it was the sleep talking or maybe the morning sun pouring into the room just made Changbin that much more ethereal, but Jisung doesn’t know. He just knows that Changbin is beautiful, more beautiful today than yesterday.
“What was that?” Changbin’s voice makes Jisung’s body shudder. It’s already low naturally but with the sleep deepening it and roughening it up makes Jisung feel all fuzzy inside. Jisung quickly used his excuse.
“I have class in a bit.”
Changbin nods slowly, rubbing his face before waiting a couple seconds. He looks up and raises an eyebrow, Jisung still stunned and looking at how his eyes droop and his lips purse.
“Then shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Changbin asks and Jisung flinches when he realizes he really does need to get going. Jisung bolts out the door and into his room, Changbin’s raspy laughing behind him as he starts getting ready. He gets ready in record speed, walking out the bathroom while pushing his hoodie over his head, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee. Jisung walks down the small hallway that leads to the living space and the kitchen and Changbin looks up at him before sliding him a thermos of coffee.
Jisung looks down at the container.
“I’m going to have to brush my teeth again.”
Changbin scoffs.
“Then let me just take that back.” Changbin goes to reach for the thermos but Jisung moves out of his grasp, a wide smile on his lips.
“I don’t mind brushing my teeth again.” He grins and Changbin rolls his eyes but he smiles.
“I thought so.” Changbin checks the time, “Shouldn't you get going?”
Jisung gasps as he looks at his watch, his class starting in 2 minutes, and he is dashing to the door. He slips on his beat-up red converse and hastily ties the laces horribly before slamming on the door knob with thermos tucked to his chest.
“I’ll be off!”
“Yeah yeah, see you later.”
Jisung is out the door and sprinting to the bus stop, knowing that his bus is already late and that he has to catch the next one that comes when class has already started. As he waits at the stop, he sips on the coffee, the coffee just like how Jisung likes it because Changbin is the one who made it. Jisung pauses halfway through a sip.
Isn’t this a little domestic?
Jisung reasons that they’re roommates and that their relationship might not be as conventional as regular friends because they live together, but he doesn’t think it’s common for roommates to sleep in the same bed and wake up together. He doesn’t think it’s normal for you to think your roommate is pretty when they just wake up. Jisung doesn’t think it’s normal for roommates to make each other coffee every morning before school even though they have her responsibilities. Jisung can easily chalk the last one to Changbin being a barista and that he makes himself coffee every morning, except for the times he is late for work or class and needs to be out the door in minutes, but even then, he still has a coffee in a mug or whatever container he decides on that day waiting on the counter.
Changbin is nice, maybe that’s why.
Still, the thoughts weigh heavily on Jisung’s head, even when he steps into the bus and goes to school.
-
“Is it normal to think your roommate is beautiful when they wake up?”
Hyunjin sputters on his drink. They’re all sitting in the library, in the corner where they’re secluded in their own little world. Even so, Jisung still keeps his tone low.
“Uh…no?” Hyunjin says slowly. Felix, who’s the only one working, shrugs.
“I think Seungmin is pretty when he wakes up.”
“Well that’s because you’re dating Seungmin.”
Felix giggles, going back to typing on his laptop. Jisung looks at Hyunjin.
“It isn’t?”
Hyunjin’s jaw drops.
“You think it is?!”
“More importantly, you think Changbin-hyung is pretty when he wakes up?” Felix butts in, and Jisung shuffles in his seat, looking down at his hands that were in his lap.
“Maybe.” Jisung pouts a little, “Changbin-hyung is already attractive so maybe he just looks prettier when he wakes up.” Jisung reasons but Hyunjin waves his hand.
“No way. I’ve seen Changbin-hyung when he just woke up once and he looks like he killed god in his sleep and is feeling the consequences of all the divine beings stabbing him in the back for revenge.” Hyunjin points to Jisung, to which Jisung slaps his finger. “You’re just down bad.”
Jisung gasps.
“But this is the first time I’ve ever felt this way, I can’t be down that bad!” He whisper yells, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.
“Sounds like denial.”
Jisung opens his mouth to say something but Felix cuts in.
“How did you find out this feeling, anyway? Since this is your first time feeling this way.” Felix, the love doctor himself because he’s the only person in their friend group that’s in a committed relationship, just knows all the things to ask. Chan would also be a candidate for love doctor but he’s got this thing with Jeongin and Minho that doesn’t look like the cleanest relationship in the world considering how much dancing they did around each other. Jisung has heard that they went on a date, but it was Minho’s idea so maybe Chan isn’t the romantic casanova Jisung thinks he is.
Jisung scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Well when I woke up next to him this morning-,”
“Pause.”
“Hyunjin, let me finish.” Jisung huffs before resuming. “He just looked really pretty with his hair all mushed up, you know?”
“I actually don’t know.”
“Hyunjin, let Jisung finish.”
“Thanks Lix. Anyway, the morning light was just highlighting his face and he just looked like an angel in his black shirt and he was pouting cutely because I pushed him off the bed-,”
“Ok, I’m going to stop you right there.” Hyunjin holds up his hand. “I’m not going to even ask about that last part yet, but I don’t know about you, but that sounds like you have a fat crush on Changbin-hyung.”
Jisung gasps.
“Ain’t no way.”
Felix laughs.
“Very much way. I don’t think you would call Changbin-hyung an ‘angel’ if you saw him as your regular roommate, not in that context at least.”
Jisung stills. Him? A crush on Changbin? It’s not the most implausible thing in the world, wild enough. Jisung can’t keep convincing himself that looking at Changbin’s tits when he works out is a completely bro move, even for him. Even so, these are actual feelings, feelings Jisung has to deal with right when he gets home because the perpetrator of these feelings lives with him. God, Changbin lives with him, what will he do if he doesn’t like him back?
“You’re overthinking it.”
Jisung snaps his head up to Hyunjin, who is eyeing him while leaning on the table.
“What?”
Hyunjin smirks.
“Changbin-hyung totally likes you back so don’t worry.”
Jisung feels himself stop breathing. He what?
“Yeah, Changbin-hyung has a huge crush on you, probably for a while now.” Felix adds from where he was typing on his laptop. Jisung totally asked that out loud.
“He told you?” Jisung registers saying this. Hyunjin snorts.
“No, but everyone can see it from a mile away. Everyone but you apparently.” Hyunjin chuckles. “You live with him and you can’t see the blatant heart eyes he gives you.”
Jisung frowns.
“But he’s always looked at me like that.”
Hyunjin slaps a hand over his mouth to contain a cackle.
“Use your brain for a second.”
Jisung pouts and thinks about his words on top of Hyunjin’s, and his eyes widen and he feels so stupid.
“He’s always looked at me like that.”
Hyunjin nods, failing to contain some giggles.
“He’s always been in love with me.”
Hyunjin claps softly, but if they weren’t in the library, he would be cheering on the top of his lungs.
“Bingo!”
Jisung holds his face in my hands.
“How did I never notice?”
Hyunjin shrugs.
“That’s what we’re all wondering.”
Jisung grabs his bags and gets up, Hyunjin and Felix following him with their eyes.
“I’m going home.”
Hyunjin raises his eyebrow.
“You’re gonna confess?”
Jisung pauses.
“Do you think I’m going too fast?”
Felix hums.
“Maybe wait until later tonight, see if these feelings pass.” Felix suggests. Jisung nods.
“Tonight then.”
Tonight.
-
Jisung feels like his world falls from beneath him the moment he steps into his apartment. Changbin greets him, of course, dressed in nothing out of the usual t-shirt and sweatpants but Jisung suddenly thinks that’s the hottest thing in the world. This is new. Is it fresh? Jisung doesn’t know. Jisung greets Changbin back, dropping off his bag in his room before meeting Changbin in the living room, the older just typing away at his phone. Jisung walks up to him where he’s sitting on the couch and sits beside him, looking over his shoulder and leaning on it experimentally. He definitely feels more tense now that he knows about these possible feelings but he doesn’t want to move away. Changbin doesn’t move either, even turning a little in his direction to show his texts between him and Minho.
Jisung chuckles at their conversation, Minho complaining about how it’s a crime Jeongin and Chan haven’t kissed him yet when he’s this hot and in love with them. Changbin chuckles too, the noise from the back of his throat and rumbly, the noise making Jisung’s stomach flutter a little. That’s new.
Changbin gets up.
“Want to eat something?”
It’s not that late, a little past the afternoon.
“No, I’m not that hungry. I ate with Jinnie and Lix.” Jisung says. Changbin nods, starting to move into the direction of their rooms. Jisung gets up to follow him, causing Changbin to look back and raise his eyebrow.
“Need something?”
Jisung freezes, realizing that he just got up to follow Changbin.
“Where are you going?” He asks instead of answering because he honestly didn’t need anything.
Other than Changbin.
“Going to take a nap.” Changbin answers simply, though he probably notices how strangely Jisung is acting.
“Can I come with?” Jisung asks shyly. Changbin’s eyes widen and he brings a hand up to run it through his hair. Jisung quickly brings up his hands. “You can say no! It’s ok!”
Changbin’s eyes widen even more and he takes his hand out of his hair to wave his hands around.
“Oh no, it’s fine. You can come with, I don’t mind.” Changbin reassures but Jisung still feels skeptical, guilty for intruding on Changbin’s alone time.
“It’s ok, I'll just nap on my own.” Jisung smiles but it feels sad. Jisung feels clingy but he doesn’t like not being with Changbin, something he had always felt. Changbin shakes his head and reaches over to grab Jisung’s wrist.
“No, you’re coming with me.” Changbin says with finality and drags them to his room. “I’ll even read you a couple pages of my book.” Changbin tacks on, closing the door behind them when they make it to his room. Jisung feels unreasonably happy, especially when he is pulled to Changbin’s bed. Jisung settles beside Changbin lying down as Changbin sits beside him, reaching over Jisung to get the book from the night stand. He settles down and opens up to the page he left off on.
“You’re not going to nap?” Jisung asks. Changbin shrugs.
“In a bit, reading the book will get me more tired anyway. Plus, I said I’d read for you.”
Jisung feels warm again, and nods, lying on his side and looking up at Changbin. Changbin starts reading with that wonderful voice of his and Jisung listens. Even when he isn’t tired, Jisung doesn’t pay attention to the words, just focusing on the way his voice sounds and how his lips move when he reads them. He’s down bad, Hyunjin was right. He doesn’t know if he can wait until tonight, just wanting to kiss Changbin right now and tell him how pretty he is with all the romantic connotations in the world.
“Changbin-hyung,” Jisung starts, Changbin pausing mid-sentence to look at him. Jisung feels so happy knowing all of Changbin’s attention is on him. “I think I like you.”
Changbin’s face falls, and Jisung feels like he made a mistake until Changbin’s face goes bright red, and he starts stuttering. Jisung laughs.
“You what?” Changbin coughs, bringing a hand up to cover his face. Jisung smiles.
“I think I like you, hyung. I only realized a couple hours ago but I don’t think I can wait any longer knowing I like you this much.” Jisung sits up, and stares at Changbin. Changbin looks away out of shyness.
“A couple hours ago?”
Jisung nods.
“I know it’s not that long but,” Jisung breathes out, “I like being around you. I feel lonely when you’re gone even for a little bit. I like how you know how to make my coffee the way I like by heart, and how I can’t drink coffee made by anyone else because you somehow make it the best way. I like how I know you like I know the back of my hand, that your sister is comfortable talking to me and that you like how your sister is comfortable talking to me even though we talk about your embarrassing moments.” Jisung laughs when Changbin huffs at the last part before continuing. “I like how your voice brings me more comfort than I have ever known, how it reminds me of the prettiest shade of blue, how it reminds me of my favorite childhood blanket, how it reminds me of the prettiest night sky and the prettiest ocean.”
Changbin looks like he’s about to implode.
“Jisung I-,”
Jisung cuts him off.
“I also like how you say my name with your voice.”
Changbin’s mouth gapes open and closes like a fish. Jisung laughs, feeling his own ears burning because the realization that he just lamented about how much he liked Changbin is starting to set in. Changbin not saying anything is not helping. Jisung smiles softly.
“Hyung?”
Changbin lurches forward, Jisung’s eyes widening when Changbin pressed his lips against his, before he closes them and brings his hands up to hold onto Changbin’s shoulders. The kiss was clumsy, Jisung smiling through the entire thing as Changbin tries to get him to kiss him back but Jisung is too giddy over the fact Changbin is kissing him in the first place. Their first kiss is definitely not the best thing in the world, definitely not when they’re too busy giggling and chuckling to properly kiss but they’re just so damn happy. Changbin brings a hand to Jisung’s waist and holds him before pulling away. Jisung thought Changbin waking up made him look like an angel, but when Changbin’s lips are red from kissing and his cheeks are flushed, eyes looking at Jisung like there is nothing else in the world that can possibly interest him more than Jisung, Jisung can’t help but feel like he’s in heaven.
“God, if I knew all it took was to read to you, I would’ve read you a whole novel series.” Changbin laughs to himself. Jisung smiles.
“So you like me back?”
Changbin scoffs but he laughs, making his way to lie down, opening his arm for Jisung to crawl in.
“For a while now.”
Jisung giggles and smirks, nestling himself against Changbin’s chest.
“I know, Hyunjin told me.” He snickers and Changbin slaps his thigh lightly.
“Brat.”
Jisung flushes at the name. He stores this information away. Jisung hugs Changbin closer, pressing his ear against Changbin’s chest, hearing how it is under his ear. Jisung smiles up at Changbin, who’s blushing out of embarrassment.
“Your heart is so fast.” Jisung teases. Changbin rolls his eyes and hugs Jisung closer to his chest.
“Go take your nap.”
“But I’m not tired.”
“Well I am, goodnight.” Changbin starts fake snoring and Jisung laughs loudly, snuggling closer to Changbin because he can do this now. Changbin’s heart eventually slows down and Jisung thinks the sound of its quiet thump is soothing, closing his eyes and listening to it. He loves being this close to Changbin, likes that he’s going to be able to be this close to Changbin more often in the future, maybe later tonight when they go to bed. Jisung lulls himself to sleep by listening to Changbin’s heart, surrounded in his warmth, knowing that this warmth is now his.
-
They wake up shortly after, Changbin shaking Jisung awake because it’s 8pm and they need to eat. Jisung looks up and finds Changbin looking down at him with his hair messed up from sleep again, his eyebrows pinched from just waking up, and he thinks that the morning light making him prettier was bullshit because Changbin is just as pretty with the shitty yard sale lamp they got for Changbin’s room.
“Chinese?”
Jisung nods but pulls on Changbin’s arm before he can get up to order.
“Can I get a kiss?” He asks and Changbin smiles, a little loopy from sleep but also from love, Jisung now his to kiss.
“I have nap breath.” Changbin says but he’s leaning down to Jisung, hovering over his face. Jisung looks at him with his sparkling eyes, a smile making its way on his lips.
“A peck is fine.”
Changbin chuckles, finally connecting their lips for a fleeting peck, Jisung still smiling when they pull away.
“Another?”
Changbin kisses him again. Jisung asks for another one and Changbin once again complies, and then again and again. Jisung is giggling when Changbin peppers his face with kisses, looking starstruck when Changbin finally pulls away.
“Can I finally go order now?” Changbin laughs. Jisung nods.
“Will this be our first date?” Changbin jokes but Jisung hums.
“Only if you kiss me at the end.” Jisung reaches his hand out for Changbin to hold as Changbin takes out his phone from his pocket, forgetting to take it out prior to their nap. Changbin takes his hand and intertwines their fingers, letting them lay on the sheets between them.
“I’ll taste like shrimp.” Changbin laughs as he waits for the phone to connect. Jisung hums.
“Just how I like it.” he wiggles his eyebrows. Changbin rolls his eyes and the call connects, Changbin ordering their usual. Jisung waits until he’s done, ending the call with the goodbye and a thank you. Changbin tugs on their intertwined hands.
“Go shower, you’re still in your school clothes.”
Jisung looks down and he finds his jean-clad legs.
“Oh my god, you’re right.” Jisung springs up and reluctantly pulls away from Changbin’s hand, realizing that showering together two hours into your relationship is going too fast, especially when Jisung found out his feelings another hour before that. Changbin laughs.
“You’re a mess, Jisung.”
Jisung pauses at the door and looks back.
“Say that again.”
Changbin tilts his head.
“You’re a mess?”
Jisung shakes his head.
“The last part.”
Changbin realizes quickly and smiles.
“Jisung.”
“Again.”
“Jisung.” Changbin repeats. Jisung grins.
“I don’t think I can ever get over you saying my name.” Jisung sings. Changbin rolls his eyes.
“I say your name all the time.” Changbin walks up to him to get to the living room. Jisung hums.
“It just feels different now that I know I like you so much.” Jisung kisses Changbin’s cheek when he sees them turn red. Changbin tilts his head to the side and looks at Jisung, making Jisung’s stomach feel butterflies.
“Then I hope you feel that way for a long time because I plan on saying your name forever.”
Jisung feels himself floating.
“I think I fall for you a little more every time you do.”
Changbin raises his eyebrow.
“Jisung.”
Jisung kisses his lips. Changbin smiles.
“Jisung.”
Jisung kisses him again, and Changbin’s over the moon.
“Ok go shower now.” Changbin pushes him to the direction of the bathroom. Jisung huffs playfully.
“Way to ruin the mood.” he says as he slips into the bathroom. Changbin laughs.
“If you don’t shower fast enough, I’m eating your food.”
Jisung laughs.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t.”
Jisung closes the door behind him and looks at himself in the mirror, his face split into a huge grin he didn’t even know he could make. He feels so happy, god he feels so dumb for not realizing his feelings sooner. But at least he realized them now and told Changbin immediately because now he gets a head start on kissing Changbin. He quickly gets out of his clothes to shower.
He has a date to attend.