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Han Jisung has always been full of pride.
‘You’re the better man. Be the better man’ Jisung has to remind himself as he grits his teeth, resisting the urge to retort to the smug look on Hyunjin’s face. With an eye roll, he turns away, bringing the tense atmosphere to one of relief.
“Yeah, walk away like the little coward you are.”
Nevermind, Jisung never takes the high horse and it’s evident as he is held back by Felix and Chan. Hyunjin’s expression doesn’t waver as he mouths ‘pathetic’ and goes on to continue the dance practice. Jisung jerks his arms away from the two aussies who share a look. He glares at Hyunjin.
“At least I’m more than just a fucking pretty face. Your rap is so mediocre and your pronunciation could use a lot of work, pretty boy.” Jisung sneers, emphasizing the last two words.
The words seem to hit exactly where intended. Hyunjin’s shoulders flinch a little as if the insult travels across the room and pierces through the middle of his back. He turns around slowly, with a furious aura. After everything, Jisung took to insulting him exactly where it hurt most. Way to go, Jisung.
“What?”
“You heard me, Hwang” Now it’s Jisung’s turn to bring the corner of his lips up to a nasty smirk. One filled with mirth and absolute hate. He sees Felix and Chan’s disapproving glances in his peripheral view, but he’s way past caring. He’s been well behaved enough for the past 2 days.
“Guys-“ Jisung is slammed up against the wall, hands fisted into Hyunjin’s shirt and he’s eye to eye with the blonde haired menace. The loud thump interrupted Felix’s attempt at resolving the situation.
“At least I don’t look like a fucking mess all the time,” Hyunjin opened his mouth to say another thing but apparently decided against it.
“Oh please. I can do tons of other things. You wish you could be half of what I am.” Jisung feels Hyunjin pressing him harder into the wall. They glare at each other.
Suddenly, they’re being pulled apart by the leader who looks angry. Chan’s never angry and, holy shit, is he scary when he is. They screwed up. They screwed up real bad.
“You guys better learn to deal with your problems in a mature manner. You aren’t 5 year olds I think the both of you need to take a break from practice until you figure out whatever is going on here.” Hyunjin and Jisung hang their heads low.
“Hyung I-“
“It’s too late for that Jisung”
“But-“
“No. Both of you. Out. I don’t want to see this behaviour again.” Nobody dares to go against Chan so they obey. The room is pindrop silent, even the normal background noise of the air conditioner isn’t present. Jisung sees the rest of the groupmates looking at the pair with pity. Jisung sends a dirty look Hyunjin’s way before storming out of the dance practice room into the hall.
“Han” how did he catch up so fast? Curse those stupidly long legs.
“The fuck you want Hwang?” Jisung crosses his arms as he stops and turns to the taller boy. He can hear the music in the practice room start up again, muffled from where he’s standing in the hallway.
“Do you want to practice in the practice room tonight? We have to get some hours or we’re not going to do well.”
“Obviously.” Jisung wonders how this conversation is going so civilly-
“Good, nobody wants your ass to mess up my-our dreams of debut” And there it is.
“Trust me, if anybody’s messing up here it’s you and whatever it is you claim to be rap”
“Squirrel face”
“Ferret” They glare at each other for a couple more seconds before Jisung rolls his eyes and walks away quickly.
“See you at 7, Han. If you’re late, I’m locking the door.”
••••••••••••••••••••••••••
They both arrive at 7:00pm. Not a second early nor late. 7 on the dot. They stop before the door, a moment where the tension is so thick, it feels as though lightning is crackling around them.
Then, they’re both trying to squeeze through the door that simply cannot fit both of them plus their bags.
“Move- over- stupid”
“Just- let- me- through- AHH” of course Jisung falls flat on his face with a not very light Hyunjin on top of him.
“Get off of me.” Jisung grits through his teeth.
“Oh, YOU’RE giving me attitude right now? This is all your fault Han.” Hyunjin says, brushing himself off as he stands. He picks up his bag and starts to connect his phone to the bluetooth speaker. He plays the music.
“How dare you! You really think this is my fault?” Jisung walks up to Hyunjin, his bag left on the floor.
“Yes. What about it?” Hyunjin tilts his head slightly upwards, tongue in the upper corner of his mouth. He cocks an eyebrow upwards and… what the fuck. Jisung swallows. Why does Hyunjin make him feel so small? He always has to act like he’s a couple inches taller just to face this man.
But here and now, Jisung just doesn’t have the strength to fight how he’s feeling. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s had 3 hours of sleep for the past few days. Maybe it’s the stress of their debut which he knows Hyunjin must be feeling too. Maybe it’s all the unspoken, yet palpable tension around their relationship.
Jisung is snapped out of his thoughts by a chuckle.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer” Jisung flushes and glares at Hyunjin.
“The fuck you want Hwang?”
“Maybe I should be asking you that…'' he pauses and drags his gaze down and up Jisung’s body slowly as if he’s looking for something. Jisung feels his heart pick up speed and he begs it to slow.
“What are you talking about?” Jisung’s voice cracks and the smirk that he receives is sign enough that Hyunjin knows. He knows.
“I think you know, Jisung.” Jisung does not like the way his heart leaps at the use of his first name. Maybe it’s the situation. Maybe it’s the fucking tension so thick it would break a knife. They both know. They’ve both ignored it for so long. Right now, their deprivation of sleep makes it impossible for either of them to resist anymore. Their defenses have crumbled.
And suddenly, their lips are on each other’s, desperate, letting go of all the tension that’d been held on to for too long. It’s messy, it’s rushed, it’s everything Jisung refused to admit. Hyunjin presses Jisung into a wall and Jisung threads his hands through Hyunjin’s annoyingly perfect hair.
Jisung is hyper aware of everything. Hands on his waist, keeping him grounded. Hyunjin’s kisses trailing down from his mouth to his neck.
His mind is clouded. The sound of the music fades into the background. He’s completely engulfed by Hwang Hyunjin. The scent of Hyunjin. Hyunjin’s hands. Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjinhyunjinhyunjinhyunjin. This is what he needed. What the two of them so very much needed. A voice says that this is possibly the worst idea ever but it’s quickly shut down. ‘Anyone could walk in’, his mind supplies for him. That’s enough to bring the tiniest bit of sense into Jisung.
“Hwang- ah- just- we’re supposed to be practicing” Jisung struggles to get out. He feels the other hum against his neck. A certain spot makes Jisung’s breath hitch and he covers his mouth with the back of one of his hands to make sure he doesn’t make any noise.
Screw Hyunjin and his presence. When did he have time to get this good at… this time Jisung fails to hold in a moan as Hyunjin’s hips meet his. A hand travels up his torso, cold air hitting the bottom of his abs where his shirt is lifted up slightly.
“Someone could walk- mmh” Jisung is interrupted by a fierce kiss. He melts. Jisung is weak indeed. He opens his eyes slightly and sees himself in the mirror. Just above the collar of his loose shirt, a pinkish bruise. Shit. Why’d his dick just twitch?
They find a rhythm, kissing as Hyunjin grinds down. Once. Twice.
“Hyun…jin” He starts to pick up a bit of speed as they both yearn for release-
Footsteps and muffled voices outside the door, getting closer and closer. Jisung’s eyes open wide and he pushes Hyunjin away from him, patting himself down and trying to make himself look presentable. Hyunjin does the same.
Suddenly, the door opens to reveal the 6 other members of the group.
“-and then I literally…” whatever conversation was previously going on is now forgotten as surprised faces take in the situation. There’s a couple of moments of awkward silence before;
“Hyunjin. Jisung.” Chan states, expression stern. Jisung expects the worst. What if they get kicked out for this? What if this will interfere with my debut? What if…? Jisung sees Hyunjin seems to be in the same predicament. Chan turns to Hyunjin. “You can’t be fighting enough to give each other bruises. I swear to god, you two”
Hyunjin and Jisung share a look of relief before Hyunjin decides to reply.
“Well, he was being annoying.” Jisung shrugs, to which Felix tilts his head in confusion.Jisung realizes the blunder. First of all, this sentence was said with no bite whatsoever. Completely calm. Secondly, Jisung didn’t retort, glare or roll his eyes. Just as Jisung fears they’ve been too obvious, Chan merely gives them a suspicious look before speaking.
“Okay… well I suppose something HAS been sorted out, so we can practice for about an hour. Hyunjin and Jisung, you may join us.” Chan says, connecting his own phone to the bluetooth speaker. When did the music turn off?
Jisung sees Minho with an amused smirk dancing across his lips. He’s definitely not letting Jisung go with this one. He glances over at Hyunjin who smirks and winks at him, causing Jisung’s brain to temporarily malfunction.
“Oh hell fucking no.” Seungmin says, a blank expression on his face.
“What?” Chan asks, crossing his arms.
“Are you dumb?” Chan raises an eyebrow and Seungmin is quick to correct himself. “I’m sorry,
Let me rephrase; I mean, do you not have eyes? Perhaps your eyesight as well as your perception of things is a little rusty because of your age- OKAY FINE I’M SORRY!” Seungmin runs as Chan has a wicked smile on his face as he goes to tickle Seungmin.
“EWWWW” Jeongin screams as it seems to fall in place for him as he looks at Jisung’s neck. Jisung pulls his shirt up a bit, trying to cover it up, but it’s of no avail. “THEY FUCKED?”
“We didn’t actually do anything. You guys walked in-“
“So otherwise you would’ve done it? Gone all the way? Dick in the hole-“
“Okay guys… leave them alone. They just sorted out their problems” Chan says the last word with a smirk on his face, pointed towards the furiously blushing and uncomfortable couple. “I’m sure they’ve also learnt their lesson about public decency.” Chan smiles. Jisung knows that despite all the comments they’re all relieved that there won’t be anymore fighting, uncomfortable about how their dynamic will change and most importantly happy for them. Mostly. Happy. Okay, maybe Jeongin and Seungmin don’t count, but the way Felix, Changbin, Minho and Chan are all smiling, it makes Jisung feel a little bit more at ease.
“Okay, wait a minute” all eyes are on Hyunjin. “Why are you guys even here?” They shared a look.
“To break up a possible fight.” Changbin says.
“How’d you guys know we’d be here?”
“Just a hunch…” Chan says, a smug expression on his face. When Jisung and Hyunjin stare at him blankly, he rolls his eyes. “You guys are VERY loud. We heard your plans, dumbasses.”
“Jisung, you fucking loudmouth.” Hyunjin says, to which he receives a dramatically offended expression with a hand to Jisung’s heart.
“How dare you! I’m-“
“Oh yeah, Changbinnie~ pay up!” Seungmin says mock sweetly. Changbin rolls his eyes before handing over 50000 won to Seungmin’s expecting hand. Jisung and Hyunjin look at each other in shock.
“What the- you guys- dude…” Jisung pouts looking back and forth between Seungmin and Changbin. Seungmin gives him a thumbs up.
“Good job bro”
“Okay but seriously. This means that I need to have a talk with you two.” Jisung and Hyunjin practically know what’s coming and Jisung gulps before hurriedly reassuring their leader.
“Ah don’t worry about us, hyung, I’m sure-“
“As your leader, it is my responsibility to remind you that we are all here for you. That being said, there’s a couple of things you should remember about safe sex-“
“My mom’s calling”
“Shoot, One Piece is on tv”
“I don’t want to hear this”
“I’ve got school tomorrow”
“I’ve gotta bake some brownies mate”
Then, it’s just Chan, Jisung, and Hyunjin.
“First of all, make sure to always use protection…”
“CHAN HYUNG!”