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Jisung realizes he’s in love with Hyunjin one rainy night in june.
He had always thought that falling in love with something that had to happen slowly, gradually, noticeable over time. Real life proved to be much different from that.
At first, Jisung had entered his room with the sole intent of annoying him, maybe spending a few minutes bickering before leaving to go to sleep - the usual.
However when he slips through Hyunjin’s door, any mischief is pushed aside in favor of just taking in the sight before him.
Hyunjin is sat right beside his balcony, the sliding door open so the sound of the rain is everpresent. His back is to Jisung, a large canvas between him and the balcony - he’s cross cross on the floor, his tshirt big enough that it hangs off his shoulders as he moves a brush across the canvas.
“What is that gonna be?” Jisung asks, walking further into Hyunjin’s room.
When Hyunjin looks up at him, Jisung can’t help but smile at the way his long hair is held back by a headband, a small smear of blue paint on his cheek.
“Ah, Sungie - I’m not sure yet, honestly. I’m painting how I’m feeling,” He says, glancing back towards his canvas.
Jisung sits beside him, looking at the painting - it’s almost exclusively blues and greens, mixtures of blue and green tones brushed in wispy shapes across it.
“It looks beautiful so far,” Jisung mutters, his gaze turning back towards the boy to his side.
Hyunjin turns to him, smiling softly, “Do you need something..? Or do you just wanna sit with me?”
Jisung shrugs, nodding towards the paintbrush in his hand, “Guess I’m just here to chill. Continue.”
Hyunjin exhales a small laugh, a soft pink hue flushing his cheeks, “Okay, sure.”
He dips the brush into the same sea-blue color, raising it up to the canvas and continuing his work.
Jisung watches closely - he studies the way Hyunjin holds the brush, his fingers slender and delicate as they dance across the canvas.
The face when Hyunjin is focused is something Jisung wants to remember forever - his eyebrows furrow just slightly, his lips in a pout as he squeezes some deep purple paint onto his palette.
He uses the same brush, a bit of blue mixing in with the purple as he raises it to the canvas, and still Jisung cannot take his eyes off him.
“Hmm,” Hyunjin hums to himself, holding the back of his paintbrush to his lips, deep in thought.
There’s a feeling that settles in Jisung’s chest just then, a rich, powerful warmth blooming throughout his veins.
That’s when he gets it. Falling in love doesn’t have to be slow or gradual, sometimes it’s a singular shift, a moment so small it could be missed. A moment that changes everything.
Hyunjin and his creative idyllic air, his focused eyes and soft voice as he mutters to himself.
Jisung watches him scratch a little at his cheek, the blue from earlier smearing a little. Breathlessly, he giggles, reaching out and wiping some of it away with his thumb.
Hyunjin inhales sharply at the contact, his eyes moving from the canvas to Jisung, wide eyes and parted lips.
Jisung doesn’t even think before he’s leaning forward, pressing a soft, slow kiss to Hyunjin’s lips.
He pulls back, his immediate reaction being to apologize for his boldness, but he doesn’t get the chance. Hyunjin’s hand is hooked in Jisung’s collar in an instant, their eyes locked as he pulls him back forward.
The next kiss it feels like Hyunjin wants it just as bad as Jisung does, and maybe he does, because he hears the painbrush being tossed onto his palette and two hands are snaking around his neck to run through his hair.
And then it’s Hyunjin who’s tugging him even closer, Jisung’s hands needing to lower to the ground to brace himself as the kiss deepens.
It’s slow and needy and so incredibly intoxicating. Hyunjin’s fingers smooth over the back of Jisung’s neck, his tongue darting eagerly across his bottom lip before he’s pulling back.
He’s smiling, a little bashful as he playfully shoved Jisung in the shoulder, “You’re a distraction from my creative process,”
Jisung doesn’t have faith in his ability to form a sentence, so he simply scoots closer, his hand reaching to rest lightly on Hyunjin’s thigh.
This is what love is, Jisung thinks. Tender and passionate and vivid.
Hyunjin kisses his forehead before he picks up a new paintbrush. Jisung watches as he squeezes out some rich, deep pink paint onto the palette.
“That’s different to your previous colors,” Jisung finally says as he sees Hyunjin make vibrant swirls with the pink.
He watches him smile, “Yeah well, I guess my moods changed a bit since earlier.”
Jisung supposes that falling in love is less about seeing it coming, and more about taking that jump when it comes.