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~ minho pov
it was already past twelve, yet i was still at the practice room, running over choreography before one of our performances. i had to be perfect, there were no exceptions. maybe my vision was diluted and clouded by some comments i had read a few days ago, but that’s besides the point. i was going to restart the music to dance through the entire choreography and fix anything i messed up on when my phone stared ringing. curious as to who would call me at this hour, i looked at the caller to see it was jisung. gosh, even his name brought butterflies to my stomach. but i swiped the answer button, picking it up.
“min?” jisung asked, his voice slightly groggy, as if he just woke up.
“yeah?” i asked in response.
“why aren’t you back yet? it’s almost twelve thirty, and all the other members have gone to sleep, except for channie hyung, probably. i just woke up to get a cup of water, and you still aren’t back yet,” jisung complained, a sleepy whine edging into his tone.
“i’ll be back soon, i promise,” i told jisung, the lie easily slipping past my teeth.
“how much longer?” jisung asked, me knowing full well that there was probably an adorable pout forming on his lips. “lix is with hyunjinnie, and i want cuddles.”
“um, thirty more minutes?” i replied hesitantly, not knowing how long it usually takes jisung to fall asleep.
“minnnn,” jisung whined, stretching out his nickname for me, “that’s too long.”
“just cuddle your pillow or something else in the meantime. i’ll be back soon, ‘kay?” i said, praying jisung would just give in.
“but you’re more comfy,” jisung complained, another pout probably on his lips.
“but i have to practice, sung,” i said.
“you’re already amazing, just come back already,” jisung whined, before muttering something that i could barely catch onto. “gosh, i sound like a whiny boyfriend.”
deciding to tease the younger, i asked, “sorry, what was that, sung?”
“n-nothing!” he quickly replied, causing me to smile at the younger’s flustered state. “just come back quickly.”
“i’ll try,” i said, and before jisung could continue lecturing me about going back to the dorms earlier, i hung up on the phone.
i then switched back to my original tab with the soundtrack on it, and pressed play to start the song again. i was actually doing better with the choreo until the bridge started, and i messed up the sequence of the footwork, which hadn’t happened earlier.
“fuck!” i yelled in annoyance and frustration, groaning, and running through the steps of the footwork again.
“min, it looked fine,” a voice that i knew all to well said from the door of the studio.
“sung-”
“no, you’re overworking yourself,” jisung said, effectively cutting me off, and latching onto my arm to not let me go anywhere. “you’re already amazing at dancing, and you and hyunjinnie are practically our dance captains. stop overworking yourself and get some rest or you’ll only be more tired tomorrow. besides, you’ll grow old hair like channie hyung soon.”
“i’m telling him you said that,” i replied, to which jisung actually looked scared to.
“oh my god, no, please don’t tell him i said anything!” jisung exclaimed, practically pleading me with his eyes.
“then let me practice more,” i replied, trying to pull my arm away from jisung, but failing to do so.
“flip chan, i don’t care if i get in trouble. we’re going back. now,” jisung said, starting to drag me towards the door.
“sung, i still need to practice more,” i said, which caused jisung to abruptly turn around and let me go. i stumbled back a bit from his sudden movement, but luckily caught myself due to my reflexes.
“lee minho. we. are. going. back. now,” jisung said with a stern gaze, one that rarely comes out with his bubbly and enthusiastic persona. i knew jisung was being serious once i heard my full name leave his lips, but i just had to be perfect tomorrow.
“jisung, you don’t understand. i have to be perfect tomorrow,” i tried explaining, but he just wouldn’t listen.
“minho, stop! you’re overworking yourself, it’s literally almost one, and you’re going to be tired and exhausted after our performance tomorrow since we have to get up at five. no excuses, we’re leaving, now,” jisung said, before taking my arm, dragging me across the practice room to get my bags, and marched out of the door, despite my protests. i would’ve tried pulling my arm away again, but i really couldn’t. jisung was actually being serious, and gripped onto my arm tightly—not enough to hurt me, though. him, changbin, and chan have been going to the gym quite often recently on their supposed “3racha gym bonding time”, as chan liked to call it, much to jisung’s displeasure, and especially changbin’s.
we headed back to the dorms, with jisung dragging my arm the entire time, and headed to our room.
“i already brought some of your clothes over from your room,” jisung said, referring to the small pile of clothes placed on his bed. “you can get changed and then i want cuddles.”
“okay,” i replied, before beginning to take off my clothes right in the middle of the room.
“not here you crazy!” jisung nearly-screeched, covering his eyes and throwing himself onto his bed, while burying himself under the covers.
“why? we’ve changed in front of each other numerous times,” i said, smirking. “unless you can’t handle my wonderful body~”
“shut up, just get changed you weirdo,” jisung mumbled from under the covers, to which i chuckled at. but deciding to get a bit of revenge against jisung for dragging me out of the practice room earlier, i decided to only change my pants into a pair of comfy sweatpants, my upper body remaining exposed. i then climbed onto jisung’s tiny bed with him, nearly suffocating him under the covers.
“ack, hyung! you’re so heavy, you’re going to suffocate me!” jisung teasingly complained, crawling out from under the covers to push me, until he noticed that i was half naked.
“hyung, go put on a freaking shirt!” he said, a blush that would have been otherwise prominent had it not been for the dark room.
“no thanks,” i simply replied, before pulling jisung against my chest, and resting my chin against his shoulder. “cuddles.”
“m-min, go put on a shirt,” jisung stuttered, a lot more quietly this time.
“nope, it’s a lot more comfortable this way,” i replied, only hugging jisung more tightly and beginning to relax, slowly shutting my eyes. “i should’ve come back earlier for cuddles. you’re comfy.”
“i would say the same thing if you were wearing a shirt,” jisung muttered, huffing playfully, but making no move to actually push me off.
“shut up, i know you like seeing my upper body,” i deadpanned, which caused jisung to quickly stutter out an “i d-do not!”, his cute little chubby cheeks probably burning a bright red by now.
“mhmm? and what was it that i heard the other day when you and felix were hanging out and you were gushing about how hot my abs are?” i asked, laughing when jisung’s brain probably short-circuited. “what, cat got your tongue?”
“j-just go to sleep,” jisung mumbled, defeated.
“good night, sung,” i said, before shutting my eyes, cuddling jisung in my arms.