found some of my old writing before i gave up because i thought it’d never be worth posting. years later im honestly shocked. for an unedited random one shot id say this isn’t bad. so i figured for some catharsis ill post it. call it a wip. i dont know that ill ever write this au or for this ship again but i may rework it into my snowbaz fic
it starts with jisung getting aggravated easier, getting stuck in a cycle of messing up moves repeatedly during dance practice and staring at himself in the mirror, fuming.
he catches his members throwing him concerned glances at him as his eyes sweep the room. his eyes meet minho’s and he can’t bear to see the emotion in them. jisung is strong, he’s resilient, he doesn’t need anyone’s pity.
he huffs and turns away from minho, storming out of the practice room and down the hall. he passes the bathroom and pushes through the door for the staircase. he’ll get more privacy if he hides in one of the less frequented bathrooms on another floor.
he slips into the farthest stall from the door, locking it with shaking hands. he practically collapses onto the toilet throwing his head into his hands with a sigh.
why…why? why can’t he just get the dance down? it wasn’t that difficult and they’d been practicing for a couple weeks already but suddenly jisung is struggling. he bites his lip as he holds back a sob. now of all times he has to have an episode, of course. it could never be on his time, always when he had something more important to be doing.
he muffles another cry, this time with his fist. jisung yanks his legs onto the toilet seat and grips his knees as he hears the door squeak open and then closed again. silence. then, “sungie?”
that voice, like a life vest stumbled upon whilst drowning in the vast open sea, gasping for air. that voice could bring light to the darkest of days, lost in the hellscape of his mind. that voice would bring him home.
he should’ve known minho would come looking for him, looking to stave off the darkness, darkness jisung let creep back in in his absence. no matter the number of times jisung thinks he’s meant to suffer alone, minho reminds him this battle is not meant for one.
in jisung’s lack of response, minho continues
“babe, i know you’re in here. you’re probably the only one to step foot in this bathroom in a week.”
minho knew him too well, knew his tells and his hiding spots and the way his mind wandered to darker thoughts and jisung just had to escape someplace. minho would follow jisung to the ends of the earth if he had to. if jisung ran, minho would always know where to find him.
jisung fails to hold back a whimper as minhos shoes meet the edge of the stall. in a quieter voice/softer tone, he says “sungie can you let me in?”
jisung reaches for the lock without leaving his fetal position on the toilet, letting the door swing open on its own. refusing to meet minho’s eyes, he glared at the floor sniffling, like it’s the cause and solution to all his qualms.
minhos eyes are full of emotion, the voices in his head tell him it’s pity but he knows better. it’s understanding.
minho lifts his hand to gently caresses jisung’s cheek, wiping his tears, fears, and worries away with one swipe. he relaxes into minhos hold like he does every time.
minho gives jisung a look, hesitating before scooping jisung up into his arms. “let’s go home.” he says, and carries jisung through the company building. they walk home as minho texts the members that they’ll be heading back to the dorm early.
