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Minho should be used to it by now. Five years in the spotlight. Five years of people watching even the slightest twitching move of his hand. He knows people speculate about what happens when the cameras are off. God, Minho knows it all.
And right now is all over social media.
Tweets proclaiming that Jisung and Minho ‘broke up’ and that the infamous ‘Minsung’ is done for good. He even saw a video saying that they were starting their divorce era, whatever that means.
At first, Minho wants to laugh. Because for things to end, there has to be something there first, right? Sure, they are best friends, bandmates, Jisung would even say soulmates. And, yes, they are so damn close, clingy and living in each other’s space all the time, even now that they are separated in different dorms.
Minho knows how STAY perceives them, they all know. He is not blind either. He is not going to be the one to deny that there is chemistry between them. It is there, and sometimes, he can’t stop fucking feeling it. Besides that, it is just friendship, nothing more. Jisung is his other half, but like platonically.
But then, as he opens the door to his dorm, he doesn’t find the whole divorce thing funny anymore.
Have the fans caught a shift in their relationship that Minho is unaware of? They interacted several times during their concerts. Minho even shared that they went out together a couple of weeks ago.
“How is the single man doing?” Minho looks up to see Seungmin eating his noodles at the dinner table.
“I’ve been single for a while, why are you saying that now?” The younger member only raises his shoulders in response, but Minho doesn’t miss the grin on his face.
“Saw it on Twitter.”
The dancer scoffs and leaves Seungmin to go to his room. He closes the door and launches for his bed. He planned to take a shower, order some take out and just exist in his room until he fell asleep. But right now he feels haunted by this. He is not the only one involved in this ‘drama’.
Does Jisung feel like their relationship changed?
He gets up with a groan, leaves his room, and passes the younger without looking at him. Putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys were automatic tasks as he quickly got out of their dorm. Jisung’s was only a ten-minute walk. Minho didn’t even need to text, they were used to him just popping out of nowhere.
Minho uses that time to try and figure out something that could have changed. They went on friendly dates, had sleepovers and movie marathons, and were playful in performances. Jisung bought him coffee after practice yesterday. Then what was the thing that fans were seeing that he doesn't?
Maybe Jisung would know.
“Oh, hi hyung!” A half-naked Changbin greets him on his way to the shower. A usual sight on 3RACHA + Hyunjin’s dorm. “Jisung-ah! Someone’s is here for you!”
Minho wants to correct him like he usually does. He wants to say that he is just passing by but the words are not coming out. Changbin leaves him in the corridor, and he can see Jisung’s head popping up from the couch.
“Minho hyung?”
The voice sends chills downs his spine. He can feel his throat tangle and his insides shifting. This is so stupid, it’s just the fans speculating. He should go home, Jisung is enjoying his downtime. It’s just dumb.
“Are you just passing by?”
The voice sounds closer, and he should answer but his eyes are glued to the crack on the wooden floor.
“Is everything okay, Min?” Jisung’s voice is coated with worry and calmness at the same time. Minho finally looks up at the big brown eyes staring at him. He nods, and the rapper doesn’t believe him, obviously. He takes a step into the dancer’s personal space and places his hands on his shoulders close to his neck. He doesn’t ask again, he just waits for his hyung to be ready.
Minho sighs. “Did you check Twitter today?” He tries to make it sound like it was nothing, but it is Jisung, and he can read him better than anybody else.
Jisung frowns and leans his head to the side. He is trying to remember, his brain mechanics are clear through his expressions. Then it clicks. Jisung knows why Minho is standing in his dorm strangely quiet. The younger one lets his arms fall onto his side just to grab his hyung’s wrists and drag him back to the sofa where he was, probably, watching some essay video on his phone. Minho just lets himself be dragged.
Usually, when they have a sleepover, Jisung is the one to cuddle on Minho’s chest. But the younger knows that Minho needs something else. So, the rapper manoeuvres them both to lay on the sofa, Minho’s cheek on his chest, and Jisung’s strong arms holding him close.
After a little bit, Jisuns starts petting his hair. He always is going to deny how much this soothes him. He blinks slower as he tries to snuggle impossibly closer. The rapper’s heartbeat reminds him that time is passing and he is choosing to stay there as long as he can.
“You know…” Jisung starts without breaking the rhythm of his hand. “I love STAY so much, but I don’t think they are right this time.”
Minho perks up. “This time?”
“I’ve seen some videos… ehm… about us. The whole Minsung thing.” The dancer kind of expects a punchline to land, but it doesn’t come. Jisung’s eyes are full of fondness. “Maybe they are onto something about some stuff that we hadn’t talked about it yet, Min.”
Minho lets the air that was trapped in his lungs go. With the exhale, all of his worries banishes. Jisung notices and grins at his response. Another time, Minho would have tickled him or hit him gently. This time, he shakes his head and leans his full weight into the younger, gaining a groan in return.
And they will have an important talk later, but as it is right now, Mino will stay with his face buried in Jisung’s chest without any worry. They are okay, they are more than okay.