So I've been trying to get back into writing (not particularly successfully) but you know, it's like a muscle. Gotta keep doing your reps. So here, have some MinSung pebbles.
This isn't a problem Jisung expected to have, and certainly not in this, the year of our Lord 2024.
He's lived with Minho before, and yeah, sure it's been a few years, but time really has worked to make him a better, more even-keeled version of himself, less prone to wild emotional swings and flights of fancy. It has smoothed his sharp edges, sanded them down until they couldn't hurt anyone, most especially himself. He knows himself now, and this really shouldn't be an issue.
It hadn't even been a discussion, really. When they had all gone away on the first Real Vacation of their careers, scattered to the corners of the globe without the constant drumbeat of 7 other hearts on their sleeves, it had been with the vague instructions to think about their future. Their future together, their future in music, and whether that future lay with their company.
They all knew it was an exercise in futilty because Chan wasn't leaving JYP and they weren't leaving Chan, so when their fearless leader had returned from the land down under, he had started having little chats with each of them.
‘Taking their temperature’ is what he called it. Really, it was them unionizing. Deciding on their demands for collective bargaining so the process could start before the summer of stages with the new album and all the other things that were coming down the pipeline.
It hadn't been a shock that some of them had wanted to continue living together, but it had been shocking that all of them did, and so it was Chan's idea to push for more space.
He doesn't even think anyone actually asked if he and Minho would be moving in together. Chan and Minho had just done that telepathic communication thing they have going on where they shared a ‘significant look’ before Minho shrugged and the decision was settled trusting that, like in everything else, he and Jisung would be on the same page. And don't get him wrong, they were. They really really were.
Jisung wouldn't have dreamed of asking anyone else, no matter how much he loves his twin or needs to irritate Hyunjin once a day else the withdrawal starts setting in. Not after too many years of too many nights spent too far away from his self-proclaimed soulmate. Honestly, what else could he have done?
Still, he didn't expect this.
“Morning Sungie,” Minho mutters, voice gruffer than his usual register as he stumbles out of his room. It's just late enough to qualify as morning, long shadows curling around the apartment, draping Minho in the half-light Jisung is so fond of.
Minho has been an early riser the entire time Jisung has known him, insisting on meeting the day at a time no sane person would agree to, and today it's no different. He shuffles towards the kitchen as the threadbare muscle T he's been wearing to sleep rides up above the dip of his hip when he stretches, back arched in a mouthwatering arc, his movements lazy and self satisfied like a house cat. Jisung can't seem to look away.
“Morning, hyung,” Jisung mumbles back, traitorous eyes committing every shift of Minho’s bed warmed skin to memory.
See this is the problem. A problem he doesn't know how to manage because he didn't know to expect it. A problem he can't really talk to anyone about because how does he explain that he just can't stop looking.
