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The hotel hallways were beaming with artificial lighting, it was annoying. Too bright, and the fact that no one else was wandering the hallways made it a tad bit scarier.
However, those factors didn’t bother Jisung too much.
He was having fun with Minho, one of his best friends.
They tried their best to be quiet as they made their way to the breakfast area, they wanted coffee for some unknown reason at 1 A.M.
Jisung had a cup in his hand, and Minho was carefully following behind, dramatically tiptoeing as he walked.
“Why are we getting coffee this late?” Jisung played around with the cup in his hand, tossing it back and forth.
“Because why not?” Minho shrugged even though Jisung couldn’t see him.
Jisung rolled his eyes, friendly, Minho couldn’t see that either.
The lights were off in the dining area, it was late. No one expected anyone to be in there this late at night. The lights from the hallway lit up the area.
Though they shouldn’t have been here this late, they weren’t going to be a nuisance, that would go against everything Jisung stood for.
They walked over to the coffee machine, Jisung settled his cup on the plate, “Why didn’t you bring your own cup?” Jisung turned his body that was facing the coffee machine, to face Minho instead.
“I can just drink out of your cup, obviously.” Minho scoffed, like the question was so absurd to even ask.
Jisung let out a small laugh. A piece of hair that covered some of his eye got lifted by his breath for a split second, “I can’t promise I won’t drink all of it.”
Minho grinned, “That means you’ll be awake longer, have more energy.” Minho moved his gaze away from Jisung for a second, eyeing something behind them.
It was quick, but Jisung saw it. Minho pulled his eyes away from whatever he was looking at, making sure to continue paying attention to Jisung, instead.
Jisung spun his head around, because you can’t just do something like that in front of Jisung and act as if nothing happened.
There was an elevator.
“What?” Jisung looked back at Minho, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Nothing, I was just curious.”
“Curious…about an elevator?” Jisung challenged, grabbing his cup that was done getting filled.
Minho slid some creamer to Jisung, “Yes, Jisung-ah. I was curious about an elevator.” He pointed to some sugar that was stationed near Jisung, “Put one or two packets in the coffee.”
The creamer was vanilla flavored, very basic, but a good flavor nonetheless. Jisung could get behind it.
He peeled the plastic top off the creamer and poured it in, watching the coffee turn a lighter color.
“So, why did you ask me to come to this hotel with you?” Jisung grabbed two packets of sugar, ripping the tops off once he got his hands on them.
“Ah, well, valentines. You know I hate this holiday. I’d rather spend it with my friend.” Minho grabbed a straw from the container that was placed on the counter, handing it over to Jisung, “You know how Changbin is when it’s Valentine's, he always goes all out for Seungmin.”
Jisung started to stir the coffee with the straw that was just given to him, “Have you seen Jeongin and Hyunjin?” He sipped some of the coffee, “Hyunjin always knows what Jeongin wants—“
“—And Jeongin always knows what to say.” Jisung stole one more sip before sliding the cup towards Minho.
“The letter.”
“The letter!”
They say it at the same time, harmonizing their laughter together.
“That was the first time I’ve seen Hyunjin cry, shit.” Minho took a drink of the coffee, letting his head go back with pleasure.
“Don’t even get me started with Chan and Felix!” Jisung’s hands go up in frustration, “They’re like— the most couple to ever couple.”
Jisung shakes his head, “Hyung, how did we get stuck in between a whole bunch of gross couples, hm?” Jisung leaned his body on the counter, letting his elbows rest on it.
“I wish I knew, Jisungie. I mean do they even know how they sound?” Minho let his body move on its own, letting himself sit down on a chair near them.
Jisung followed along, because of course he did. He had the coffee in his hand, placing it on the table Minho picked.
“So I'm here with you because we’re the two singles in the group, huh?” Jisung smiled, it was warm and sincere. Like he knew how Minho felt. It pleased Minho a lot, maybe too much. Seeing his best friend smile, it was one of the most endearing features of Jisung.
“Yeah, I basically saved you from all of their Valentine's Day antics.” Minho leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.
“That’s true, thank you for that.” Jisung let out a giggle.
He’s been a giggling mess ever since they made it to the hotel the previous day, it was cute. Minho didn’t think he was that funny.
“If I didn’t force you to come with me, what would you be doing?” Minho hummed, looking Jisung up and down as if he were interrogating him.
“Probably the same thing. Hanging out with you. Finding a valentine in this economy is not something I want to do.”
Minho felt a small smirk forming on his face, he erased it quickly not wanting his facade to fall.
His eyes flickered back to the elevator, he let his thoughts run for a moment.
“Do you think they have a roof button in the elevator?”
Jisung blankly stared at him for a short second, tilting his head at Minho, “I wouldn’t know, I don’t work here.”
Minho groaned, “Okay. What I’m saying is that we should go check.”
“Are we even allowed up there? I’m not trying to get arrested, Minho!”
Minho ignored Jisung’s statement, getting up from the chair and pushing it back into the table.
“Let’s go, or else I’ll leave you.” He wouldn’t.
"You're so irritating!” Jisung whined as he got up from his seat.
They both made their way to the elevator, elbow to elbow.
It opened up slowly, revealing no one inside, obviously.
Minho stepped in first and then Jisung.
“There is one!” Minho clicked the button, and the elevator doors closed as slowly as they opened.
“I hate being in elevators, they make me feel lightheaded when they start moving.” Jisung admitted, an ounce of annoyance in his voice at the thought.
“Cute.” Minho mouthed it at Jisung as they felt the elevator suddenly stop.
Neither of them noticed it, Jisung was focused on what Minho had just mouthed.
“Is my pain cute to you?” Jisung accused, pointing a finger at him, “It’s not cute!” He let his arms cross.
“Sorry sorry, I just find you very endearing, Sung.” He waited for the elevator to open so they could walk out onto the rooftop.
It didn’t open.
“Minho. Why isn't it opening?” Jisung poked at the back of Minho, wanting to get answers.
“I don’t know.” Minho turned around to face Jisung, “So, we may be trapped, that’s— that’s my guess.”
Minho could see Jisung’s face drop in real time, his shoulders tensing at the words that had just come directly out of Minho’s mouth.
“Are you serious?” One of his eyes started twitching, “What the hell?” Jisung put an hand on his temple, starting to rub it smoothly, “What do we do?”
Minho placed a hand on Jisung’s arm, trying to calm his own breathing down. “There’s no help button. ‘M not sure.” His voice was low, his hand shaking a bit.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Jisung frowned, grabbing Minho’s hand and intertwining it with his own.
“Sorry. Ha—I’m not usually ever nervous, like this. But..” He felt his legs wobble, he backed himself up on the elevator wall, Jisung followed along.
He dropped down to the floor, Jisung dropped down too.
One of his free hands went to his chest, he felt his own breathing and heaving of his chest, his eyes following whatever was in front of him.
“Shit.” Jisung knew what was happening, it had happened before, when Minho had a really bad fight with Jisung. It was over something stupid, something friends argue over.
Jisung was new to it then— wasn’t sure what to do. He stayed by Minho’s side that day, calming him down and affirming everything was fine between them.
Jisung moved with action, getting in front of the man, and letting his hands gently sway onto Minho’s shoulders.
“Breathe in,” Jisung waited three seconds, “Breathe out,” three more seconds, “Breathe in.” He did this for a good minute, Minho followed along perfectly, his heart rate going down at a constant pace.
Jisung could see Minho coming to, so he let his hands peel off Minho’s shoulders, “You okay?”
Minho nodded, “Fuck, sorry. I didn’t think this would freak me out this badly.” Minho let his head lean on the back of the wall, looking up at the elevator's roof.
“Second time you had to help me out because of an anxiety attack.” He dryly laughed, he didn’t actually find the situation funny.
“History always repeats itself, hm?” Jisung lightly snickered, letting himself position his body near the side of Minho, “It’s okay. If we’re trapped in here for a while, at least we’re trapped together.”
“True, I wouldn’t want to be trapped with anyone else.” Minho quieted himself, trying to see if his breathing was back to normal.
Almost.
“Why did you want to go to the rooftop, anyway?” Jisung asked lightly, genuinely curious.
“Stars. I wanted to see the stars.” Minho answered quietly, he felt his cheeks warm, “It’s stupid, I got us trapped because I wanted to see some stars.”
He let his head hang downwards, looking down at the floor.
“That’s not stupid, hyung.” Jisung started, offended at the statement, “Now I want to see them!” He smiled, Minho didn’t see it, but he could probably sense it.
“Well we’re trapped so I don’t think—“
Minho’s words kept biting him in the ass.
The elevator started to open—slowly.
“We’re what?” Jisung picked himself off the ground, a bit giddy seeing the doors open.
He let his hand hang out, waiting for Minho to take it.
Minho pulled himself up using Jisung’s hand, “I spoke too soon.”
Jisung walked out onto the rooftop, dragging Minho with him, not letting go of his hand.
Jisung stopped, so naturally, Minho did too.
“There are so many.” Jisung had his head tilted up at the sky, admiring how many stars were actually out.
Minho shifted his head to the sky and realized Jisung wasn't lying.
“Pretty,” Minho mumbled, tilting his head to look at all of the stars.
“Well, thank you.” Jisung knew what Minho meant, but it didn’t hurt to think he said it about him.
He suddenly felt something behind him, something he could see in front of his waist. Hands, arms embracing him tightly.
“Jisung-ah, they know right?” Minho let his head rest on the shoulder of Jisung.
Jisung felt himself melt in the arms of Minho, fuck.
His heart was racing, “What do you mean?” He was frozen, not moving, his eyes glued to the stars.
“Our friends. They know we're in love with each other. It’s fucking obvious.” He said it into the ear of Jisung.
It was too intimate— this whole thing was.
“Yeah,” Jisung answered honestly.
They both knew it—but did nothing with the fact. Just labeled themselves as best friends and went on with their lives.
“Jisung?”
“Hm?”
“Will you be my valentine?” His arms wrapped around Jisung tighter, not wanting to let go.
“Ha.. yes, of course I want to be your valentine.” Jisung finally moved his head, shifting it so he could see Minho.
Minho did the same, letting his head go up.
It was quick—the kiss. It was a peck, initiated by Jisung.
But it felt like a whole lifetime of memories all squished into one kiss.
“Do you think we’re soulmates?”
“In every universe,” Minho answered slowly, letting Jisung soak in his words.
“Why did it take you so long?” Jisung felt his eyes starting to get wet, his heart aching at the thought of not having Minho sooner.
“Scared.” Minho’s answer was short, but it cut into Jisung harshly.
“I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to feel like this towards you.”
Saying those words hurt Minho, because they were true. He wasn't sure how everything would change once one of them confessed.
“We’re inseparable, the others know it. But I'm scared we will become separable once we start dating.”
“Won’t happen. I won’t let it.” Jisung’s voice was cracking, Minho’s words affecting him a bit too much.
“I know.” Minho retracted his arms from Jisung.
“Face me, Jisung-ah, please.”
He turned his body to face Minho.
His eyes were watery, cheeks puffy and red.
Minho took both of Jisung’s hands and held them in his own, “I know. That’s why I decided to tell you. We—We’re meant for each other. And I can’t see myself letting you date anyone that isn’t me. It would hurt too much.”
Jisung laughed his tears away, "Possessive much?”
“Only for you, baby.” Minho tested the waters, the pet name coming out without thought.
“We just confessed our love for each other! Give me a second to adjust!” Jisung giggled at the name, “But please, call me it more.”
“I’ve been in love with you since we met, let me have this!” Minho pulled Jisung into his own space and gave him a tight hug.
“How exactly are we going to get down from this rooftop?” Jisung whispered out, the hug making it hard for him to speak.
“There are stairs I think—“ Minho let go of Jisung, letting him breathe properly.
“Yah! Why didn’t we take those instead of the elevator?” Jisung groaned as he looked at the door to the steps.
“I didn’t know it was an option until we actually entered the rooftop!” Minho defended himself.
“It’s fine. Maybe it was better this way, now I have you all to myself.” Jisung stated, happy. His eyes no longer tear-soaked.
“We should go brag to the others later, annoy them like they annoyed us before.” Minho took Jisung’s hand, embracing them once more.
“I’d love that.”