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“I won’t be fake either, I love you.”
And just like that, Jisung was at a loss for words.
They were filming the campfire activities when it happened, and really, it was just a stupid game to find someone to prepare breakfast with. But Jisung’s heart skipped a beat, and he had never, ever felt his cheeks be this hot. Maybe the campfire was making him sweat under all his clothes, but nonetheless.
The way Minho said it, the way he grinned, how everyone reacted, their staff laughing behind the filming equipment—Jisung felt a little like a fool.
He felt shy, swinging his shoulders at Minho while having a good laugh like everyone else, but he felt sad at the same time. How could the older joke about something like that in front of everyone too?
Jisung and Minho were Jisung and Minho. No one knew what went on with them, but they knew that they always came together. They found little things to do, matched each other, and completed each other so well that it was hard to imagine one without the other.
Just earlier, Minho did his hair, all cutesy with clips and that fuzzy little headband. He put one on himself too, just because he liked it. He let Jisung mess with his hair too, looking lovingly at the younger whenever he would giggle at how cute his hyung looked.
The moment moved on way too quickly for Jisung’s heart, but he managed. Laughing with the others as it was time to go to sleep.
As he was just about to fall asleep, he felt a hand intertwine with his.
He brushed it off and fell asleep, squeezing Minho’s hand in return.
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Jisung slept well, like really well. The fresh air must’ve gotten to him, and maybe, just maybe, the fact that all eight of them have slept together in a room since forever. Jisung wasn’t up for getting sentimental first thing in the morning, but that thought stuck to his brain.
He knew they were being filmed 24/7, even when sleeping. So Jisung must admit that it was a little hard to have a moment by himself.
It didn’t feel suffocating like it did in the beginning, but the breathlessness that came with it remained, even in a tiny dose.
As he was walking with Chan to buy the shrimp he suggested, the cameraman went back to the house, instructing them to go in since another filming crew was already at the shop.
Chan and Jisung looked at each other with sparkling eyes, knowing that they'd finally be left alone for 10 minutes.
Thanking the cameraman, the two continued their walk, purposefully dragging their feet to make use of this alone time.
Jisung knew that Chan would ask at some point or another because he always knew the younger’s true thoughts, even before he could sort them out himself. So it was no surprise what came next out of the leader’s mouth.
“What’s going on with you and Minho, Jisungie?”
Such a simple question that’s yet so hard to answer.
Sensing the hesitation, Chan stopped in his tracks to look Jisung in the eye. The younger one must’ve looked so terrified that it even made the leader laugh.
“Come on, Sung-ah, why are you so scared, hmm?”
Chan’s hand came to Jisung’s head, bringing him into a bear hug. The younger one let himself relax, hugging back.
“I don’t know, hyung…”
“You know how he feels; everyone knows; he’s not being subtle in the slightest with you, Han-ah.”
Maybe Jisung forgot how nice Chan’s hugs are and how comforted he feels when he has big hands on his back, rubbing along his spine and neck. Maybe, just maybe, he’s one to actually get sentimental in the morning.
“Hyuuuuung.”
Jisung let out a loud whine into Chan’s hoodie that made the latter chuckle.
“I’m being serious, before I even got out of bed this morning, he was sleeping while holding your hand. Even Felix and I don’t do that. You know how much it takes for you and Minho to surpass us? A lot. So think about it, Jisung. There’s nothing to lose.”
“I… I thought no one noticed that.”
Feeling himself flush, Jisung tried to push himself from Chan’s embrace, but the older man tightened his grip around him, laughing with Jisung when he couldn’t escape his bear hug.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go before they send out the crew to get us. Time and tide wait for no man.”
Saying the last words in English, Jisung burst out laughing.
“Look at you, hyung, Felix changed you for the better.”
Playfully pushing the younger’s shoulder, Chan grabbed his hand and intertwined them.
Jisung once again laughed and started swinging their hands.
“Wonder what Minho’s gonna change in you, Sung-ah, not that he hasn’t already.”
Letting out the loudest giggle he could muster, Chan playfully asked.
"I'm not really sure, hyung, but I hope everything will be okay in the end.”
Bringing their intertwined hands to his lips, Chan lightly pecked Jisung’s hand.
"I promised you, we'll be fine, we always are.”
And maybe, just maybe, Jisung feels like crying this morning.
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“Pass me some water, Seung-ah.”
Changbin whisper-shouts. They’re on their way to Seoul in the van that brought them to the countryside. Everyone’s tired but happy. Even if it was for a show, they had fun; they weirdly missed living with each other.
Jisung is squeezed between the window and Minho, who’s asleep with his head on the younger’s shoulder. Hyunjin and Jeongin are watching something on Hyunjin’s tablet while being lost in thought. Changbin and Seungmin are whisper-arguing about the water bottles, and Chan and Felix are talking about some TV show they watched back in Australia. Jisung can only hear so much when Changbin is threatening to hide Seungmin’s baseball game tickets.
He can’t help but giggle at the chain of curses Seungmin lets out under his breath while Changbin stares in shock at him.
He must’ve moved because Minho’s hand is suddenly on his chest, and he’s whining.
“Jagi, stop moving and sleep with me.”
And Jisung’s brain might have been a fireworks show because he wasn’t expecting that. With a hand on his flushed cheek, he tries to respond back.
“Okay, I’ll sleep too, hyung.”
“Perfect,” letting out a sound awfully similar to a purr, Minho continues.
“Come closer, my neck is hurting because you’re so far away, Han-ah. Do I look like I’ll bite you, jagi?”
Jisung thinks he looks constipated because the laugh Chan lets out is far too obnoxious for it to be about cartoons.
Not having much of a choice, he pushes himself into Minho’s side, glueing their shoulders and thighs together.
What he didn’t expect was for Minho to take his hand and gently hold it in his while glueing his head to Jisung’s chest, ear right above his heart.
Jisung knows that Minho is able to hear his rapid heartbeat but has the decency to not tease him about it. Instead, he urges the younger one to sleep.
The ride back to Seoul is peaceful, with everyone silently agreeing to shut up and try to catch as much rest as they can.
And maybe, just maybe, Changbin sneaks a few pictures of Jisung and Minho cuddling and sleeping, but that’s not important at this moment.
Jisung feels content and happy, and maybe a little sentimental. He allows himself to be; it’s late afternoon, after all.