:: 𝑯an 𝐽isung }

The room is freezing, devoid of warmth. The windows are closed, but the cold still seeps into Jisung's room. He sits on his bed, sweat uselessly covering his torso and head, along with shorts that do nothing to lift his spirits. Minho, on the other side of the bed, is lying down, staring at the Kate Bush poster on the ceiling. He's cold too, but doesn't show it, until thunder rumbles from the sky and furious raindrops begin to pound everything in their path. The day before, Jisung had promised a beautiful day, sunshine high in the sky, people smiling in the lovely weather, dry grass, open shops, ice cream... so he invited Minho to a beautiful lake with animals to see. Jisung knows Minho enjoys these things, so maybe he lied about the weather, but he really wanted to make him happy. Minho knew it; he'd checked the weather forecast, and it clearly predicted a terrible day the next day. But he pretended to believe Jisung, just to see him pleased. "Sorry, hyung..." Jisung murmured dejectedly. Now they were locked in the boy's room, a complete mess, because Jisung had dismissed the idea of ​​tidying it, thinking he'd be going out with Minho. The space was filled with Jisung: his scent, his obsessions, clothes, drawings, rock band posters, a guitar or two, shoes scattered everywhere, untied boxes... and yet, Minho smiled. Because he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. But before he could get carried away, Jisung spoke again, this time with much less enthusiasm. "I lied, hyung... I read that the weather would be bad today, but last night, I prayed to all my gods that it wouldn't happen so we could go to the lake."

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I'm doing this because it makes me feel good and because it's pouring rain in my city. Please show your support and love ♡