Twenty one

                                    

                                          

Night had draped its velvety blanket over Seoul, casting a long shadow over Minho as he stood beneath Jisung's window.
With a deep breath, Minho gripped the drainpipe and began his ascent. 
With each downward glance, the ground seemed to widen, taunting him with its potential for disaster. "I am gonna die I am gonna die I am gonna die I am gonn-" Minho shrieked when his left hand's grip loosened and almost slipped.
As his fingers brushed against the windowsill, Minho paused, his heart pounding a furious rhythm against his ribs. In one swift motion, he hoisted himself through the opening and stumbled into Jisung's darkened room crashing right on the bookshelf.
His dilated eyes stared at the mess he just created "Minho?" Just when Minho closed his hung jaw, it opened again when he saw Jisung.
Damn, he looked smexy-
"Minho!?" Jisung yelled. "Present! I-I mean hey-" 
"What are you doing here?" Jisung stared at him in disbelief and despair. Minho straightened up and his expression turned sad when the moonlight fell over Jisung's face.
Red and swollen eyes.
"Doesn't matter. What are you doing here?" Minho asked "This is my house unless you were trying to intrude here and didn't know this was my house" Jisung scoffed. 
Minho just stared at him, a small smile tugging the corner of his lips "You didn't answer my question, Minho. What were you even doing? You-You could've been hurt- Wait. Are you hurt? Let me get the first ad kit-" Jisung turned around to grab the first aid kit but Minho grabbed his wrist with a soft chuckle leaving the older's mouth.
Minho smiled at Jisung's reaction. 
His doe-eyes sparkled with curiosity. His lips were slightly parted, forming a pout of confusion that both melted and hardened Minho's heart.
"What are you doin-" Minho chuckled for the last time, before pulling Jisung in a warm hug. As his fingers brushed against the younger's trembling shoulders, Jisung instinctively buried his face in Minho's chest.
Minho, no longer able to see Jisung's face rubbed his back softly confused as to why the younger was hiding his face.
But then he heard it.
His heart sank.
Jisung's muffled cries filled the room. Minho's grip tightened around the younger. His sobs sounded so hurt, so tired that it made Minho's eyes well up with tears,
Jisung hugged Minho back hesitantly "Why...?" Jisung's voice cracked. Minho ruffled Jisung's hair gently and rested his hand there. "He didn't mean it" Minho whispered "B-but he said..." Jisung's body trembled in Minho's arms "But he said...Minho he said-" Jisung sobbed.
"He didn't mean it, baby" Minho picked him up when Jisung's knees buckled. Neither of them noticed the nickname leaving Minho's mouth.
Minho carried him to his bed, settling him on his lap before rocking back and forth 
"Everything's okay, baby" Minho pressed a small kiss on Jisung's forehead. 


Idk if we can call this fluff but I love fluff bro
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