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Jisung’s mind has been running 100 miles per minute for the past couple of hours, constantly jumping from idea to idea and never quite settling on one so that he could actually write it down and get this session over with.
When Chan had announced at the beginning of the day that 3racha would be staying in the studio until all three of them had written at least a basic rough draft of a song, Jisung had absolutely zero issue with it. They’d done it before and he usually finishes songs pretty easily to begin with.
Yet when Jisung sat down at his usual comfy chair, pulled out his trusty notebook, and actually began working? Nothing happened. Hours passed and Chan and Changbin had long since finished the tracks that they were working on, occasionally sending concerned glances to him.
“You know what?” Jisung sighed, leaning back in his chair, “How about I stay for another hour and you guys head back to the dorms? I don’t wanna keep you waiting.”
Chan’s eyes softened, “Han-ah, you should come with us.”
“No it’s fine,” He shrugged, “I want to keep working and there’s no point in you guys staying if you don’t have anything to do.”
Changbin opened his mouth to protest, but Chan silenced him with a hand on the shoulder. They shared a look, before they both stood up and gathered their things.
“Remember to not overwork yourself, alright? If you don’t come home by midnight I’m sending Changbin to wrestle some sense into you.” Chan pointed to him, then to Changbin, who flexed menacingly.
“That’s ironic coming from you.”
Him and Changbin giggled, Chan gasping before taking Changbin and leaving the room with a huff.
Finally alone, Jisung didn’t have to mask his nerves anymore. He let his leg bounce anxiously underneath the desk, knee repeatedly hitting the surface until he had to back out and put both his legs onto the chair.
He stared at the blank pages of his notebook and groaned, what could he even write about?
His hand went to his arm, scratching lightly as a fidget before reaching his volcano rock bracket instead. He pulled on it with his fingers as he tried to write down lyrics with his dominant hand.
Jisung stretched the bracelet lightly at first, letting it fall back against his wrist each time he extended it. Then he went further and further, finally releasing the built up tension inside of him and seeing inspiration steadily come closer into his mind when—
He looked down, seeing the loose plastic string of the bracelet broken in half, the volcano beads steadily falling down to the floor alongside his birthstone.
Oh fuck.
Gasping, he leaped out of his seat and kneeled down under his desk, desperately trying to pick up all of the beads that fell and accidentally crushing some in the process. Oh fuck.
He picked up the few that he’d managed to actually grab, setting them down onto the desk and watching them just roll back off immediately. Oh fuck.
His heart felt like it was beating out of its chest, eyes getting watery as he kept trying to fix the situation and only made it worse. He was surrounded by broken volcano rock and the scent of the product that they had used to get the stones to round out was getting into his nose, causing him to wheeze. Oh fuck.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh. Fuck.
He leaned back against the studio wall in defeat, pressing against the soundproofing they installed. His eyes were watery as he thought about the broken bracelet lying across from him.
What would Minho think? They’d bought those specifically to match—to at least try and hint to the world that they were together. And he’d ruined it without a thought.
He let the tears fall, chest sinking just from the idea of Minho being mad at him.
—
Minho had had a fairly typical day. Practice in the morning, PT directly after, then lazing around in his dorm without anything to do.
Translation, Minho had had a boring day. He longed for something to fill his time, a way to keep himself busy when he didn’t have any schedules. The other members of the cuties dorm were nowhere to be seen, all of his cherished dongsaengs abandoning him to go see a movie together. He’d get his payback next time they expected him to cook for them.
His mind jumped to the struggle dorm. Hyunjin had also joined the cuties at the movies, and 3racha were set to be at the studio till around ten o’ clock .. What time was it again?
He leaped to grab his phone off his desk, a lightning bulb popping up over his head as he made plans to go visit his Jisungie. It’d be a surprise after a long day of hard work for the younger, who would immediately fawn over how amazing his Hyung is. Perfect.
Minho stretched out his body, basking in the satisfying crack his back gave before starting to get ready, sticking on a plain black tee, some gray sweatpants, and a complimentary snapback to give the outfit the pizzaz it needed.
Going back over to his bed, he grabbed his bracelet off the nightstand and carefully put it over his wrist, making sure not to break it—otherwise Jisung would definitely whine his ear off about the travesty until he bought some sweets to make up for it. Sure he would buy Jisung sweets anyways, but preferably not under those circumstances.
With a pep in his step, he made his way out of his dorm and started the short three minute commute to the other dorm, passing by their convenience store on the way and vaguely considering stopping by before deciding to just wait to go with Jisung instead.
In no time at all, he successfully reached the door to the struggle dorm, pulling out the extra key that Jisung had given him and making his way inside.
“Yah, Han-ah!” He shouted, “Where are you?”
He reached the dining room slash living room, sitting down at the table and waiting for the other to join him.
“Oh, Minho?”
He looked up, making eye contact with a shirtless Changbin.
“Hello, Seo Changbin’s chest. Where’s Jisung?”
Changbin stuck out his tongue before covering his pecs, “He’s still at the studio, trying to finish up a song. I was about to check on him since it’s getting close to midnight.”
Minho hummed, standing up, “I see, I’ll go instead then.”
“You don’t have to do that Hyung! I was already planning to go on a late night run so you can wait here and I’ll just grab him out of the stu—“
“I said that I’ll go instead,” He insisted, “So you should just stay here, kay?”
“Geez, fine!” Changbin turned around to go back to his room, glaring at Minho over his shoulder when he slapped his ass.
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linoring 🐈❤️🔥 11:51pm
hannieeee
are u still at the studio?
im coming to pick u up
linoring 🐈❤️🔥 12:01am
yah answer ur hyung!! >:^(
im at the jyp building now
if ur still working im going to smother u
( in bed )
linoring 🐈❤️🔥 12:08am
are u in studio B?
i have the key im coming there now
:^(
—
Minho looked at his phone with a frown, seeing that Jisung hadn’t responded to any of his recent messages. That wasn’t like him at all. Sure, the younger is a hard worker, but usually it would be Chan or sometimes Changbin that’d stay at the studio this late. And on the rare occasions when Jisung had plans to, he’d tell Minho beforehand and ask him to stay with him.
Never before had he just gone completely off the grid. In fact, Jisung was more likely to be on his phone then off of it when in the studio.
So was something wrong?
He pulled out the Studio B key, sending one last message before unlocking the studio, hearing the soft ping! sound of the message being received as he cracked the door open.
“Jisung-ah?” He squinted his eyes at how dark the room was. All of Jisung’s belongings being inside of the room yet the monitors having long since been turned off.
The only hint of him aside from that was the soft sniffling from inside the studio, yet he couldn’t see where the boy actually was.
“Hannie, I can hear you,” Minho stepped inside, closing the door behind him, “If you aren’t feeling well I can help you jagi. You just need to show yourself to me.”
At the lack of response, Minho rubbed his hand over the wall until he felt the light switch, flicking it on and wincing at the sudden brightness. He could finally focus his eyes, spotting Jisung huddled up in the corner underneath his desk.
“Hyung?” Jisung whimpered softly.
“Oh, Jisungie,” He went next to him, kneeling down, “Are you alright baby?”
Jisung sucked in an anxious breath, shaking his head.
“Why? Are you hurt?”
He shook his head again, giving Minho his fist, before unclenching it to reveal his birthstone and the snapped plastic string directly next to, volcano dust all over his hands. “I .. I broke it. I’m sorry, hyung, I know it meant a lot. I’ll—“ He sniffled, bringing his other hand up to rub at the tears still coming down from his eyes, “I’ll replace it, I promise. Please don’t be mad.”
Minho furrowed his eyebrows, “Jisung, look at me.”
Jisung refused, staring at the ground.
He grabbed the others cheeks, softly inching his head up to make eye contact with him, “Honey. I’m not mad.”
Jisung’s eyes widened, “You’re .. You’re not? But it was important and, and,”
“I would never be upset with you over a mistake jagi.” Minho rubbed at the tear streaks beneath Jisung’s eyes, “And it was a mistake? Right?”
“Yes, yes!” Jisung nodded rapidly, “I was feeling anxious cause I couldn’t get any lyrics down and I got annoyed and so I started fidgeting and then .. Then it snapped. I’m sorry.”
“Like I said, it’s okay. We can get it replaced, Jisungie. I like matching with you but I would never get mad at you for accidentally breaking something, especially when it’s so fragile. Truth is, I’ve accidentally broken one or two of the beads myself without even realizing it.” He joked, smiling when he saw that Jisung was brightening up.
“Okay, I’m still sorry for making you worry. I should’ve just called you but, I dunno.” He shrugged, “I thought you’d get mad or think that I wanted to break up and, erm, I got nervous.”
Minho pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead, smiling down at him, “It’s ok jagiya. You can’t control your anxiety. C’mon, let’s go home, ok?”
“Okay.” Jisung grabbed Minho’s hands shyly, puckering his lips as he looked up, “I love you.”
Minho giggled, pressing another soft kiss onto his lips, “I love you too.”