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“What is the greatest power to have? Like, superpower?”
Minho throws a few popcorns into his mouth and pauses the show they watched to look at him. Hums, thinking about the question and moves a bowl to Jisung for him to take it too. For a moment they just chew in silence.
“Man, I don't know” Minho frowns and feeds himself more popcorn. Continues, still chewing, “Like-”, swallows, “I think that teleportation would be my choice. Maybe not the strongest power, like, not the most powerful one. But I would probably prefer it over everything else”. He moves the bowl again for Jisung. “You?”.
“Yeah, I mean”, Jisung chews on some popcorn too, looking at the tv-screen with a frozen scene of a dc movie they were watching together, thinking. “I guess that's what I meant by the question. Like, what is the best power in your opinion? Teleportation seems really cool, I actually forgot about that” He hums for a moment and then gestures for Minho to give him something to chew on again. He feels like he's gonna be sick from all the shit they ate this night really soon. Not like he's ready to stop though.
“I think I actually could forget some better shit too. That's just the first thing that came to my mind” Minho shrugs and chews some more popcorn too, then stretches for the bottle of cola on the table.
Jisung watches him drink for a moment.
“I think I would want to read thoughts” he's taking the bottle from Minho before he would try and place it back on the table. Drinks a little. “Like, not all the time, but to have the ability to read it by command from time to time? Would be really useful, don't you think?”
Minho hums and takes the bottle back from Jisung when he holds it out for him to take. He's just moving it around in his hands, watches the subtle lights from the screen reflect in the glass.
“We would live a nice life together like that, I think. Go whenever and wherever we want, because we can do it in a second with my power. And then, with your power, we will always know the people we should stay away from, and the people we know that we can trust”. He hums for a moment, looking up to catch Jisung's eye for a second. He looks away instantly, watching the bottle in his hands again. “Like, maybe in another universe we travel like that. Like people did in the past or like seekers of adventures in the movies? Asking good strangers who live a little out of the village for an overnight stay. And then going our way, wherever we want”.
Jisung looks at Minho, who seemingly avoids looking at him now, and, just… huh. Feels. Feels a lot of things, none of which are actually new, but suddenly they all are so strong and right fucking here.
Minho’s ears are a little red, and something in Jisung just burns.
“Hyung…” his own voice is so small, he almost doesn't recognize it.
“But it's silly though, right?” Minho laughs and tries a quick glance at Jisung before immediately looking down again. Jisung thinks redness is starting to move to his cheekbones too. He's not sure he even saw Minho that red before. Or haven't for a long while, anyway. Minho continues, “I mean, why would we sleep anywhere but our own homes, if we can transport that fast, right? It's just silly”. His laugh is a bit forced now and okay, Jisung needs to say something right now.
“I mean, you sleep here tonight even though you have your own flat and bed. Just because you can. Makes sense that we would want to sleep in some new places from time to time too, right?”
Minho finally looks from the bottle again and for a moment they just watch each other. Jisung thinks that maybe the ability to read thoughts now would be really useful. It feels like they have another conversation and neither fully get what the other wants to say.
Minho swallows and Jisung can't really control it, his eyes move real quick to watch his throat move. When his eyes move back up, Minho isn't watching him anymore, concentrating on his own feet that lie on Jisung's lap.
Jisung looks at them too, realizing he was patting his ankle through all the time they were talking. He squeezes it a little a couple of times, before continuing to rub it again. Jisung struggles through a sick swallow nkw too, feeling like the saliva trying to clay his mouth shut for some reason.
He doesn't really understand what happened right here, right now. Why does he suddenly feel that if he wouldn't do something, anything, he's gonna lose a chance for… for what? For an adventure Minho was telling about?
Jisung swallows again, watching and not seeing the frozen scene on the TV. He knows what chance he thinks he could miss. He just doesn't want to think about it. He doesn't want to let his stupid brain to hope right here, right now, when it's 2 am already and they are both that much a little tired and drunk on the laughter and movie marathon they had. He's just tired in that good kind that makes you feel a lot of things and imagine a lot of stuff and do stupid shit.
Minho wants to go on the adventure with him. Well duh, they do it even now, every week. But instead of watching for a sight or something, they search for good food. It doesn't mean anything. Maybe.
“I already would be with you though. Where else would I wanna go to sleep?” Minho says and Jisung can't stop himself, turns to look at him real fast, and damn, he thinks Minho was watching him for this several quiet seconds too. Or minutes? He's not sure. And he still looks at him now, something serious, and nervous, and hopeful in his eyes. This look on his face, the way his eyes shine a little, reflecting the TV light. Jisung swallows again and watches now Minho’s eyes drop before moving back up.
They watch each other for another long couple of seconds before Minho’s eyes move really fast to Jisung's mouth. Both of their eyes grow a little bigger from shock, maybe, when they both realize what he did. Minho looks away really fast, watching the bottle again, and Jisung squeezes his ankle again, to look in his eyes again even though his mouth stopped working along with his brain for a long moment.
“Jisungie” His voice is really small when he speaks, soft in the way only his voice can be. Jisung has been obsessed with his voice ever since they first met, on the first year open course of music history in their university. He sounded kinda like that then too, shyly saying hi, when the teacher gave them an assignment to do in small groups. Jisung was sitting in front of him then, looking back with the guy sitting with him to look at whom they would need to work with, in the small group of eight. They were all shy then, talking for the first time without even knowing names of each other. God, Jisung can't believe sometimes, that there ever was a time he didn't know Minho. That he was “a Minho”, some guy he didn't know who lived his life completely separately. It's a psychedelic horror, Jisung thinks. He doesn't know a life without HIS Minho, he doesn't want to know it.
His voice didn't sound completely the same then though. The word wasn't that rich with quiet emotion then, the way it sounds now. There's a lot of questions in this small word he said right now. A lot of something in Jisung's own name. Something inside of him burns, hope making its way to the surface before anything else.
“Then, well,” Jisung starts, but gets quiet again, because he just doesn't know what to say. They look at each other again and something in Minho's eyes makes him so warm now. He can't read his mind, he can't hear his thoughts. But he can feel them, he thinks. Now, just looking in his eyes, he suddenly knows.
It's all so stupid, the way neither even said much. Jisung would think he imagines this all, the significance of the looks and a small fantasy they shared. Be no, he looks in Minho’s eyes and he just knows. He feels it with his bones.
He felt something similar to it before only while watching fucking movies sometimes. Or romantic anime they decide to watch together once in a full moon. The certainty of some kind, destiny or another grand word like this. He would feel stupid for it, but just can't, not now.
“I don't know how to work this fucking metaphor anymore too” Minho says and they both smile a little, trying not to laugh. They can't laugh yet, they both feel it. They need to finish this first. They manage it somehow.
“So, what. We wouldn't go on an adventure?” Jisung says and now smiles so brightly, he can't fucking control his lips. He sees the same smile on Minho’s face and his heart can explode from how fast it's beating.
“I think we still can. But like, in our style” Minho looks down again now, but doesnt stop to smile. He looks a little shy but still happy and Jisung wants to kiss him so fucking bad. “To try and find a good sushi place and maybe go to that place near Han river we always go to when the weather is nice?”. His head is still a little tilted when he looks back, and Jicung sees that Minho feels just a little bit nervous again.
So he swallows and tries to make himself a little less jittery, because he needs to be brave too, he needs to make sure, even though it feels like they both already know, like they can just tell. So he needs to tell. Outloud. Now.
“Like,” He breathes and he can't look in his eyes, looks down too, watching the ankle in his hand. “Like on a date, yeah?” Asks, because he still needs the answer. He really needs the fucking answer.
He doesn't see and notice the way Minho stops breathing for a second, closing his eyes. His smile is just breaking his face now, the look on him so happy, so content, so relieved.
“Yeah, a date” He huffes a small laugh out happily and Jisung knows, he feels it too. He wants to laugh so bad from that warmth all around his body. He looks back at Minho and they smile at each other, when he continues. “Like, finally on a real one. First date”. Jisung wants to hide his face from so many things that he's feeling this moment.
“Finally, huh?” He laughs happily and hides his face in his hands after all, feeling himself shake from it. Or just from all the emotions. He feels it when Minho moves away his legs from Jisung's lap and then when the sofa dips a little just near him. Minho gently takes his hands away from his face and Jisung just knows he's all red right now. Minho is a little red too, and he smiles again a little calmer and shyly, moving his hands in Minho’s, so he can hold them back. They are so close now, he can practically feel the warmth coming from Minho’s body and face.
“Yeah, finally for me” Minho says, with that kind of softness in his voice again, and Jisung thinks he really can die if he wouldn't be able to kiss him right now.
“Yeah. Finally, yes” He says, moving his thumb over Minho’s palm a little, “Can I kiss you?”. It's a small part awkward, the way they just watch each other, the way Minho nods and smiles a little more shyly, patting his hand with his fingers gently too.
“Finally?” He asks and closes his eyes for a moment, before looking at Jisung again.
“Finally” Jisung nods and lets go of his hands to put them gently around his neck. He moves closer and sees they way Minho’s eyes close when their mouths finally touch. The kiss is soft, and so, so gentle, their lips barely moving against each other for a first couple of seconds, uncertain. He feels Minho exhaling with his nose when his lips stretch a little to smile again, and he kisses that smile again, tastes it with his own. Minho tastes the same way he smells for Jisung, maybe. Like something sweet, and comfortable, something like home and softness. They kiss for another few minutes, tasting one another, and then stop to hold each other like that for a moment, lips still stretched in gentle smiles touching and with noses brushing softly.
Jisung knows he would never have a super power, he would never be able to read minds and have a super strength or magic like in the movies that would never take place in his life.
But this, this kiss and this talk and all of this evening. It felt and still feels like his own kind of magic, wish coming true while someone watches over them, rooting for them from another side of the screen.
So, maybe he can live without a superpower. He kind of doesn't need it anyway. He has everything he didn't hope to dream of.