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Assistant: Title: After Us
        Author: Yoonmincraze Yoonmincraze 
        Chapter: 9/14 
        Summary: Minho is cursed. He has to be. There's no other explanation for how he ended up with a ruined career, busted leg, and is now sitting across the table from the ex-boyfriend who broke his heart. And did he mention how he just learned said ex-boyfriend had a threesome with his best friend? Yeah... one hundred percent cursed... and definitely, one thousand percent not still in love with Han Jisung... maybe..._________The roulette wheel of emotions, spinning since the week before when he’d first seen Jisung again finally slows to land on one… want. His bruised soul rustles inside of him at the realization. He still wants Jisung…---Minho is just as beautiful as he remembered. Just as perfect. A flawless collection of delicate lines and sharp angles that had never failed to steal his sanity away. It’d been like that since the first time Jisung saw him. The handsome bartender the forbidden fruit in his garden of Eden. Tired of denying himself and desperate for a taste of sin he’d sworn it would only happen once.
        Contents: Chapter 9
    

    


      
        
          
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    Walking to the end of the hallway Minho counts his breaths in and out. He’s nervous, emotions and expressing them are not his strong suit, but he’s willing to try. The virus had been a beast to get over and he’d only started feeling human again Sunday afternoon. Without Jisung’s help and the nonstop food delivery, Minho isn’t sure he would’ve been able to return to work today.Checking his cell phone he keys in the passcode Felix had text him and waits for the beep signaling it’s correct. Turning the knob he pokes his head inside surveying 3Racha’s studio. The lighting from the trophy display case illuminates the lone figure sitting at the soundboard. Attention absorbed by the computer monitors Minho is halfway across the room before Jisung speaks. “About time guys. I’ve been playing with the top line for…” The computer chair spins and large eyes land on Minho. “…Oh…hyung?”The jittery nerves swimming in the dancer’s stomach get worse at the younger’s disheveled state. Jisung’s fluffy hair sticks up at odd angles as if hands have been pushed through it in frustration. The glasses perched on his nose magnify his large eyes making him look like a character from a manga. Drowning in a large hoodie Minho can’t help but think he looks unbearably soft.“Hey…” The elder’s voice comes out as a squeak and he coughs to cover the crack.Jisung glances at the drink and box Minho is holding before leaning over to see around him. “Um… hey. What uh- what are you doing here? Did Chan let you in?”Shuffling his feet nervously across the carpet Minho steps closer offering the drink and snack. “Felix sent me the passcode. I wasn’t sure if you all would be in and uh- well, this is for you. A thank you for your help last week.”“That’s-wow…” Behind his glasses Jisung looks at him in surprise. He takes the americano first and immediately pops to the straw in his mouth groaning as he takes a deep pull. “This is just what I needed. Thanks…”Setting the clear plastic box down on the edge of the desk he notes the producer eyeballing the slice of cheesecake with hesitation. “It’s not poisoned or anything.”“No!” Jisung’s voice is unnecessarily loud for the small room. “No- that’s not- I didn’t think that.” Growing quiet the air between them feels awkward. Not that he’s surprised really. The car ride the other day had been the longest they’d been alone in each other's presence and they’d argued for the first half of it.Grinding the toe of his shoe into the carpet Minho looks anywhere but at the man sitting in front of him. “Thank you for getting me home Wednesday and uh… for the flowers and food. It was nice to wake up to them and not have to worry about ordering something or having to cook.”Jisung sets his drink down. “You’re welcome. I got sick right after moving out and I remember how awful it was. I’m glad it helped.”“It did… that was a lot of food by the way. I’ll pay you back for th-““Hyung…" The blonde doesn’t let him finish. “…I have more money than I know what to do with. Just take it as a gift. I don’t want you to pay me back.”Nodding stiffly Minho relents. He’d assumed the younger would say as much but he’d had to offer. Taking a deep breath he asks a question he isn’t sure he wants the answer to. “I uh, don’t remember much after we got to my place. That fever pill was no joke. I uh… didn’t say anything weird or um… do anything? Did I?”Seconds tick by in silence while Jisung chews at the corner of his mouth. The longer he takes to answer to more the elder’s dread grows. After a minute he puts Minho out of his misery. “No, you were fine. Just sleepy and unstable on your feet.”Relieved by the news Minho relaxes a tiny bit. “Ah, yeah I vaguely remember falling and when I woke up I had a nasty bruise on my arm. I’m sorry you had to deal with all that. Did you make it to your meeting?”The producer sighs leaning back in his chair. “I don’t feel like I had to “deal” with anything. I was happy to help and yes, I made it to the meeting.”“Good… that’s good.” Jesus, I sound like an idiot! How the hell does anyone manage to talk to their ex without it being awkward as f@ck?! This is new territory for him, Jisung is his only real ex-boyfriend and he’s not getting much help carrying on the conversation from the other. Rocking back on his heels he stamps down his nerves and dives in. “I-there’s something I wanted to say…”Jisung nods looking at him expectantly.“What you said the other week… at the club. You’re wrong.”The producer’s eyebrows pop up, his arms crossing in front of his chest defensively. “You know, I have a lot of work to do and I don’t have time to sit here and listen to you tell me I was wrong. I said a lot of things that night and I meant all of them. Thank you for the coffee, please feel free to leave.” Dismissing Minho he rotates the chair back to his stationD@mn it! Minho can feel his defenses being triggered by the other’s attitude and it takes all of his self control not to snap back with a bratty retort. Sh@t, this is not how I wanted this to go…“Um…”“What Min!?” Jisung shouts. The unexpected yell sends Minho stumbling backward into the soundboard. The younger’s face falls, his voice switching to apologetic. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I’m tired and-”“I don’t hate you.” Stunned Jisung stares at him, his mouth still open from being interrupted mid-sentence.Before he can speak again Minho continues dumping his jumbled thoughts out. “At the club you said that I hate you and I don’t. I- I don’t particularly like you, but I don’t hate you Jisung. I never have. I just… I thought you should know that.”Embarrassed he pushes off the desk heading for the door only to be stopped when a hand grabs his. “Min…”Pressure builds behind his eyes and he doesn’t want to turn around. He doesn’t want to see the expression the younger wears when he whispers Minho’s name that gently. Is it Thing One or Thing Two talking to him now?“Min, please look at me.”Emotions back under control Minho turns to face the other. Jisung’s grip tightens around his hand pulling him closer. The younger’s eyes are shining. “Thank you for telling me.” His voice drops becoming hushed. “I needed to hear that and I’m sorry for raising my voice.”Not trusting himself enough to speak the dancer accepts the apology with a nod. Jisung’s infinite gaze studies his face. Why does it matter if Minho hates him or not? Why after so long is hearing that he doesn’t hate him important?Watching Jisung’s face he misses the other’s hand getting closer until fingers brush across his hip. The contact raises bumps on his skin unleashing a stampede of memories…Thing One holding him from behind while he cooks begging for a bite. The trembling pressure of the younger’s hands when Minho had asked him to top for the first time. One memory above all others pushes to the front. The night he’d realized Jisung loved him too. In hindsight, he’s learned it was wishful thinking, but at the time… it’d felt so real. He doesn’t know what had woken him in the middle of the night, but he remembers the feel of Jisung’s hand slowly tracing his silhouette from the top of the covers. Remembers the gentle caress of his lover’s fingers as they mapped the sharp contours of his neck, shoulders, sides, and legs. Thinking Minho asleep Jisung had leaned forward to place delicate kisses along the curve of his spine before holding him close.He’d been so sure at the time… this man loves him. How could he not when he touches him, kisses him like he’s something precious.“Hyung…”Minho’s eyes flick to the younger’s mouth for a second. The memories of those strawberry lips have chased him for years. And now they’re so close…“Hyung, do you thin-“The door to the studio beeps and he quickly rips his hand free from Jisung's grasp taking a step back. Chan enters the studio stopping short when he sees the dancer. “Minho?”“Hyung, you’re blocking the door move over.” Changbin pushes the elder through the doorway pausing when he notices the others in the room. The two men look between Jisung and Minho. The latter silently praying they wouldn’t hear the thudding of his pounding heart.Changbin elbows Chan in the ribs giving him a look Minho isn’t sure how to interpret. “Hey guys. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better Min. Jinnie’s been worried about you.”Clearing his throat Minho steps away putting distance between himself and the past. “I’m glad to be back. I haven’t been that sick in a while. That’s why I stopped by, to thank Jisung for helping me out.” Wanting to make sure there’s no misunderstanding he points to the drink and snack he’d brought.Smiling Chan pulls his laptop out. “Iced americano? Now that’s the way to our maknae’s heart. I’ll take the cheesecake if you don’t want it Ji.” The redhead gives Minho a wink. “In case there’s a next time, chocolate tart is his favorite.”Minho’s head snaps to Jisung and his few days of warm feelings are obliterated by the news that once again he knows nothing about the man.Possessively sliding the cake closer to his station, the blonde shakes his head. “Sorry Hyung, you’re wrong on this one. Cheesecake is my favorite, always has been.” He gives the dancer a shy glance before muttering.“I just haven’t had it in a long time."Minho holds his breath. Is Jisung implying he hasn’t had his favorite cake since their break up? Why does learning that make his chest feel funny?“That would’ve been good to know last year for your birthday! Lix made that tart from scratch.”“And it was delicious and exactly what I wanted. If I’d wanted cheesecake then I would have asked for it.” The teasing dynamic between the two men has the hint of a smile twitching on his lips. The fleck of humor is killed by a small ache growing behind his ribs. He would’ve liked to have seen Thing One and Chan’s relationship back in college. If Jisung had been brave enough…had loved Minho enough to come out. Would his friends have liked him?Pinching his thigh he chases away the pointless thought. It’s too late now. Heading to the door he sends the three producers a quick nod. “I’ll leave you all to it then. Thanks again Jisung.”“You’re welcome…” The other gives him a soft look which Minho turns his back on. His weakness for doe-eyes is going to be the death of him one day.“Wait… Min, has Lix talked to you about Friday night?”The scared look Jisung sends Chan piques his interest. “No, he hasn’t but I also haven’t seen him yet. What’s happening Friday?”Jisung kicks Chan’s chair but the elder continues. “Ji is performing at an open mic bar. We do it sometimes when we have new songs and want to test them out. You’re invited, everyone will be there.”“Have Felix text me the address. I don’t have any plans yet, it sounds fun. It’ll be good to hear some 3Racha songs.” He isn’t sure what to make of Jisung’s reaction, the blonde is now pale. “Unless of course, you don’t want me to…”The two members of the group look at their maknae. “N-no. That’s not it.” Jisung scratches the back of his neck. “I didn’t think it would be your scene and I get nervous at these things.”“He’s being humble. Ji crushes it every time even with the anxiety. Plus these songs are just his. Chan and I didn’t have a hand in them. We’re thinking one could be the next big one too.”“Then I definitely won’t miss it.”“Great!” Changbin furrows his brow as he looks the dancer up and down. “Hey… hyung where’s your cane?”“I left it at home. After staying in bed over the weekend my knee was feeling normal this morning. I’ll need it tomorrow after physical therapy later today, but I wanted one day where I wasn’t walking around like an old man.”Chan takes a seat in his computer chair. “You’re meeting with your sports trainer today?”“This afternoon in the workout room. His schedule changed to Mondays and Thursdays, and since he’s working for free I can’t complain about the change up.”“Nice! We’ll see you there then.”Minho’s hand is on the doorknob before the comment registers. “I’m sorry…what?”Chan and Jisung’s heads are together looking at the computer screen so Changbin responds. “Mondays and Thursdays are 3Racha workout days. The gym here is really nice so we use it too.”“Ah…” 
  F@ck…
 ________ “Take a deep breath and relax…there perfect.” Jungkook’s dark eyes flick to Minho’s throat and chest while he applies pressure to the back of his calf. Breathing out slowly the dancer bites back a whimper at the tightness in his left thigh. Sweat builds at his hairline as the trainer inches forward deepening the stretch even more.Jungkook has him almost bent in half, Minho’s right leg resting on the ground while his left is extended and pushed back to his chest. The top of the man’s thighs press against his ass and if Minho weren’t straining to do a stretch that months ago would have been easy, he’d be aroused by the erotic position. It’s not so much the position as it is the man pushing him into it.The trainer is d@mn fine. So fine in fact that Minho had done a double take when he’d first walked up. Jungkook is a rare combination of sexy and cute. His adorable bunny smile overpowered by his shoulders and toned build. He’s also the first man whose waist size could rival Thing One’s… that and his d@mn eyes. As big if not bigger, they’d captured Minho’s attention immediately. Is an eye kink a thing??The man’s full sleeve of tattoos and lip piercing are an added bonus that any other day would have the dancer taking the initiative and asking him out for drinks. Jungkook had even given Minho the slow once over with his eyes that signal interest, but holding him back are the same d@mn warm and fuzzy feelings that had prompted him to take his ex a coffee.At this moment he doesn’t know how he feels towards the producer. The past four days had found him battling with himself. His bitterness is slowly being worn down by fondness instilled by Jisung’s acts of kindness. What does it all mean? Is Thing Two treating him this way because that’s who he is or are the gestures a ploy to force forgiveness on Minho’s part? Why does it seem like the younger legitimately cares about him? And why does a part of Minho like it so much?“You’re doing great.” Jungkook releases the tension on his leg. “Ok, I’m going to push again and this time I want you to tell me when it starts to hurt. You ready?”Nodding Minho relaxes his core and tries to fight through the stretch. Jungkook hovers over him applying weight to his left leg. His warmed up muscles accommodate letting Minho’s knee inch closer to his chest, his left ankle almost reaching his forehead before his hamstring starts to burn in protest. “Ah! Right there!”A gasp from the doorway has Minho’s head wrenching to the side. Staring at them with wide eyes are the members of 3Racha. Although blocking the entrance the dancer can just make out Felix and Hyunjin standing behind them. A water bottle slips from Jisung’s hand falling to the floor and rolling away. The producer’s gaze is locked on Minho and Jungkook, specifically the part where the trainer’s pelvis is pressed against the dancer’s ass. Worst timing ever. While their actions are innocent, Minho also knows how it probably looks to the others.“Hyung! That stretch looks great.” Felix shimmies between the blushing members of 3Racha. “That’s the farthest I’ve seen you go since your surgery.”Jungkook rocks back allowing the tension in his leg to release. “Wish I could take credit Lix but that was all Jungkook here.”The man between his legs smiles. “Nah, I only got that deep because you could take it.” A series of choking noises comes from the door and they all look to see Chan slapping Jisung’s back. The blonde struggling to breathe shoves his friend’s hand away. “I’m good, just choked on some spit.” Still red in the face he waves at the two men on the gym floor. “Hi, Jungkook-ssi.”“Jisung-ah? Hey man!”The weight against him disappears as the trainer gets up to greet the men joining them in the gym.“Chan-ah, Bin, good to see you guys. I didn’t think I would run into you while I was here.”Laying on the ground Minho rolls his eyes… of course they would know his mega-hot therapist.Chan pulls the man in for a hug. “Minho said he had a specialized trainer but I didn’t know it was you. How have things been? How’s Yoongi? Did he enjoy his honeymoon?”“He’s good! Hyung had a blast in Hawaii but he was happy to get back to work. Jimin on the other hand wanted to stay there forever.”Relieved to have a break from stretching (and Jungkook pressing against him) Minho props himself up on his elbows and watches as Felix and Hyunjin inch closer.“Hello…” Felix rests his head on Chan’s shoulder forcing his boyfriend to take notice.“I forgot you all haven’t met. Kook this is my boyfriend Felix and his friend Hyunjin. Hyunjin-ah is Changbin’s boyfriend.”The trainer’s mouth forms a little o as he takes in the two beautiful dancers. Hyunjin leans over Changbin’s shoulder to shake his hand. “So you’re our hyung’s physical therapist? We danced with Min when he was in the national ballet.”Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Minho. “Is it a prerequisite that you have to be pretty to dance? First you and now them?”Blood rushes to his cheeks at the compliment but before Minho can react Hyunjin is stealing Jungkook’s attention again. “Now don’t go telling him that, although I’m flattered. Hyung’s head is big enough as it is. How do you know my Binnie?”The interesting word choice has Jungkook stuttering and Minho can’t help but think it’s adorable. “My-my brother Yoongi is a producer for BigHit and has been trying to entice 3Racha away from JYPE for years. We’ve run into each other a couple of times at promotional events.”“He can keep trying but we have too much freedom here so it won’t work.” Jisung glances between the trainer and Minho. “It’s nice to see you hyung but we only have an hour to work out and we really should get to it. I think Minho-hyung has another group coming to practice after this too.”Realizing he’d abandoned his client Jungkook’s cheeks flush. “Sorry…it’s good to see you all. I’ll tell hyung you said hey.”Hyunjin grabs the man’s elbow. “Don’t let Ji rush you. He’s been crabby for days. Take your time with Minho-hyung, his classes for the day are over.”“I’ll keep that in mind.” Jungkook returns to Minho’s side and behind the trainer’s back Jinnie fans himself before making a crude gesture suggesting Minho should tap that ass.Trying not to laugh out loud he misses the sour look Jisung sends to Hyunjin.“Ok.” Jungkook claps his hands. “Now that you’re warmed up, let’s start on mobility.”The next hour turns into a game of how long Minho can go without peeking over to see Jisung. The result, not long. 3Racha parks themselves next to the squat rack and weights leaving the dancer a clear view from his and Jungkook’s spot next to the medicine b@lls.After finding Minho distracted for the third time Jungkook finally checks to see exactly what has his attention. The elder turns back to him with one eyebrow raised in amusement. “Let's stay focused and do some weighted squats.”Ears burning with embarrassment Minho picks up his medicine ball and tries to concentrate. It’s not like he wants to be distracted, but the glory that is Jisung wearing a white cut off t-shirt and loose floppy gym shorts is too tempting to ignore. Occasionally sneaking a glance he drinks in the sight of the man’s shirt sticking to his sweaty chest. His muscles straining as he bench presses a surprising weight. D@mn… f@ck@r is aging like a fine wine. Thing One didn’t have a body like this.Minho feels cheated. He got the youthful, beautiful, bigoted, closeted Thing One and others get the mature, sexy, buff Thing Two.The hiphop blasting from the other side of the gym shuts off forcing his eyes back to the trio of sweaty men. This time when he looks over a pair of brown eyes are waiting for him. Jisung gives him a tiny wave that sets an earthquake off in his chest. Not what you want when you’re deep in a squat with a ten-pound medicine ball over your head.Returning the wave with a smile he focuses on not accidentally killing himself while the group of friends wipe down their equipment and pack up.“Min, we’re heading out. Want me to text Jinnie and have him come back?” Changbin shouts across the room.Panting he drops the medicine ball wiping the sweat from his brow. “I’m good Bin-ah. I’ll shower here and head back up to the dance floor soon. It shouldn’t be much longer.” He looks to Jungkook for confirmation. “Nope. We’re almost done.” The trainer gives Minho a knowing smile and moves to stand behind him while 3Racha watches from the weight rack. Large hands fall on his waist. “When you squat this time, hold it when your knees hit ninety degrees. It’s going to strain your left one but getting it used to the mobility is important. If it feels weak don’t worry, I’m going to hold you up.”Following the instructions Minho slowly drops into position. The hands around his waist hold tighter the lower he goes. In the mirrored wall he sees Jungkook fall to his knee as the man continues to support him. The change puts the brunette’s face inches away from Minho’s ass. Across the silent gym, he hears Chan whisper… “I should have been a sports trainer.”Jungkook must hear it too because the man starts to laugh.Risking a peek Minho glances over to find Jisung watching them. His eyes narrow into slits when one of Jungkook's hands leaves Minho’s waist to roam along the dancer’s thigh to his knee. “This angle here is perfect. I want you to hold for thirty seconds if you can.”The strain it puts on his healing joint is immense. Unable to watch Jisung and concentrate on holding the position he closes his eyes. After ten seconds he feels the first wobble in his left leg. Letting out a whimper at the pain he tries to push through. Ten more seconds pass and he knows it’s about to give. Opening his eyes he sucks in a breath when the first thing he sees are brown eyes watching him with concern.“F@ck!” With a pained shout, his left leg gives out sending him falling into Jungkook’s arms. “Hyung!” Jisung races across the room worry written on his face. Helping to untangle Minho from Jungkook’s arms the younger pulls him up. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing? He could have gotten hurt!” The venom in Jisung’s voice has Chan’s jaw dropping as the elder comes over to help Jungkook off the floor.Popping Jisung harshly on the back of the head Minho defends his trainer. “You don’t speak to elders that way.”Grabbing at the back of his head the younger turns his big eyes to the dancer. “But Min!”“No, don’t “but” me. Kook is the best in the business and he knows what he’s doing. It’s my busted knee that’s the problem.”Jungkook huffs good-naturedly brushing off the back of his sweats. “You’re knee isn’t busted. I would have been surprised if you’d made it the full thirty. Considering you haven’t had physical therapy in a month your condition is excellent. We should end it here for the day.”Jisung leans over to whisper “Do you need my help getting back?”If the fall hadn’t wounded his pride then the offer from his ex sure does. “Absolutely not. You have work to do and I suggest you all go do it.” He levels a cold glare at the three producers. “Shows over.” Pointing at them he makes it clear. “And don’t tell Felix or Hyunjin about the fall. I’ve had enough of their mother-hen routine."“Alright, we’re leaving.” Chan puts his hands up in surrender. “We won’t say anything. Come on guys.”Jisung gives the dancer a final pouty look before following his friends from the room.Unsure if he’s irritated at Jisung or himself, Minho growls picking his towel up. Jungkook relaxes against a treadmill watching the dancer dab at the sweat on his neck.“When Hyunjin said you had no more classes I thought I might ask you out for a drink.”Pausing Minho looks over. “You thought?”The trainer nods. “That was until I saw the tension between you and Jisung-ah.”Scoffing he starts wiping harder. “Tension? There’s no tension between us.”“Really?” The elder sounds unconvinced. “Then I guess I just imagined him sending me death glares.”“Him?” Minho laughs trying to will away the heat growing on his face. Had Jisung been watching them as much as Minho had been looking at the younger? “Sung-ah is as intimidating as an angry squirrel. There’s nothing between us.” The denial, although a fact, feels painful to say out loud.Jungkook pushes off the treadmill stepping closer. “If that’s the case then would you like to get a drink with me? Hobi said you were pretty but he undersold just how stunning you are.”The flattery rolls off the elder’s tongue like silk and he’d be lying if he said he was unaffected. Jungkook is…whew… undeniably sexy. About to say yes, the image from this morning makes him hesitate. Jisung holding his hand, the brush of fingers on his hip…what had Jisung been about to ask?“I can’t tonight. I’m still getting over my cold. Another time?”Jungkook smiles. “I look forward to it.”
  The scalding hot water of the locker room shower relaxes his muscles as Minho contemplates how much trouble he’s in. He’d just turned down a date and guaranteed f@ck for his ex. The same man who’d cheated on him and broke his heart… he’s screwed.
 ________ “Hyung, get your resting b@tch face under control before you freeze the entire bar.”The side eye Minho sends Felix could cut glass. “This is my face Lix, not sure how you want me to fix it.” Denial is the only option. There is no way he can admit to his friends that the extra pissy face is the result of a certain person named Minhyuk drifting from table to table. If he hears the man refer to Jisung one more time as “my Ji” he might just snap.A loud cheer comes from a table near the stage where a dozen teens sit laughing and shoving each other. It’s strange to see kids at bar, even if they are only drinking soda and water. Changbin notices him watching the group. “Ji gets special permission from the bar’s owner for the kids to be here. Those are the boys he sponsors.”“Sponsors?”Chan leans close to answer over the women singing on stage. “When Ji made his first million he opened a group home for queer teens who’d been forced out of their houses. It’s something of a passion project for him. He always makes sure they’re here on nights one of us performs. Right now it’s only set up for boys but he’s working on a girl's home too.”Minho would’ve been less surprised if the other had told him Jisung was Santa Claus and the teens his elves. Speechless he sits back looking over at the group of boys happily smiling with each other. Of the group he notices a face staring back at him, seeing Minho watching the boy’s face turns pink and he ducks his head down.Of the hundreds of questions he has the only one he can articulate is… “why?”Chan gives him a cryptic look before answering. “You’ll have to ask him yourself.” The woman on stage finishes her song and the other is turning to face the stage before Minho can ask his last question… just who the f@ck is Han Jisung?The various accounts of his ex leave him consistently mind f@ck@d. The man he knows is a bigoted cheating liar. A person who calls their lover a f@g and rubs their worthlessness back in their face. The person he sees now is… nothing like that. He’s sweet, kind, giving… a philanthropist. What the hell? He doesn’t know if he should cry or be angry over the fact that he’d been offered the worst of the male when so much goodness had laid hidden under the surface.The crowd in the bar cheers when Jisung walks on the stage. The friends at Minho’s table clap loudly along with the table from the group home. His hands refuse to move, his voice unwilling to shout as his mind tries to connect the man he’s watching with the ghost from his past. Who are you?Changbin leans over whisper shouting at Chan. “He’s more nervous than usual. Look at his hands…”Minho’s eyes fall to Jisung. The water bottle clutched in his grasp shakes violently.The eldest seems unbothered. “He’ll be fine once he starts playing…”“Um…Hello.” Jisung’s trembling voice spills from the bar’s speakers. “I’m Han Jisung and I have four songs for you tonight. The first is an old one but a favorite. I wrote it in high school. I hope you enjoy.” The producer clicks a couple buttons on his laptop and music starts flowing from the speakers. Felix bumps Minho’s shoulder. “I love this one.”Jisung takes a breath…Prepared for the man’s vocals Minho is floored when instead he starts to rap. The song is good… really good. Angsty lyrics mixed with occasional singing speak of loneliness, of not fitting in. 
  I crash-landed in a strange place, and at first I was full of expectations

  My tears build up when the night turns black, yeah

  Because my confidence can also be hated

  I've lived like I was dead, and suddenly, I'm all alone and far away

  Even though we were in the same position, I was an alien, yeah…
 The song ends leaving Minho feeling torn. Jisung had written that as a high schooler? “Whoooo!” Chan and Changbin cheer loudly. He wants to grab them and ask if the lyrics are real. If that’s how Jisung had felt back then? They’d dated for almost a year but the younger had never shared much about his childhood. Had he always felt alone?Felix taps his shoulder. “What do you think?”“He raps!” Not the most brilliant praise but the comment is enough to have Changbin looking over. “Ji is our Ace. He sings, raps, writes, and produces. I would think God played favorites if he was as cute as me.”“No one is as cute as my Binne.” Minho and Felix both groan at the sickening display of public affection as Hyunjin hugs his boyfriend from behind. “The next song is a bit more fun, it’s called Alcohol Free…” Jisung sits at the electric piano clipping the microphone into its stand.“He plays the piano?” Minho asks out loud.Chan smiles like a proud father. “Yep. The guitar too.”The crowded bar falls quiet at the first notes from the keyboard… 
  A spell is cast upon

  I could stay up all night without feeling sleepy

  All other thoughts go away

  And my heart beats louder

  Suddenly love feels so easy

  So I fall deeper and deeper for you

  That’s what you do to me
 
  I am Alcohol free but I get drunk

  Though I did not drink at all

  It happens whenever I’m with you

  Because of the way you look at me
 
  I’m drunk on you, drunk on you…
 Listening to Jisung sing and rap the acoustic song transports Minho to his old apartment and the nights spent listening to the younger play his guitar. Back then he could spend hours listening to him sing, the same holds true for the present. Watching Jisung on stage he can see the man was born for this.Jisung’s clear voice hits a couple of high notes and Minho feels a hand on his chin closing his slack jaw. Glaring at Felix he can only hope the muted lighting in the bar hides the fire in his face. How long had his mouth been hanging open?Focusing back on the stage his breath stills when he finds the singer looking at him while he sings.  
  I’m drunk on you, drunk on you…
 Deep bottomless orbs watch him and for a moment he can see it. In dark eyes a future he’d never thought possible blooms. For a second he wants to abandon all reason and risk himself because that’s what giving in to the feelings growing inside of him would cost. Everything.It takes the sound of clapping for him to realize the song is over. Tearing his eyes away from the man on stage he takes a sip of his scotch and soda. The glass trembles in his hand.“I hope everyone here has someone who makes them feel like that and if you don’t, well, you’re probably more like me and this next song. It’s called Miserable (You and Me).”Miserable? Now that is something Minho can relate to.Jisung moves away from the piano and back to his laptop. A few key stokes later an upbeat electronic mix plays and he walks to the center of the stage. 
  Funny what you're thinking, 

  Who's in your head right now, someone other than me

  Looking for somebody,
 The pointless argument ends yet again with a goodbyеIf this is the last of us, I might just die 
  It's too cold outside, I return to you like a fool

  We sit across the table, again

  Woo, hey, sorry, babe, let us

  Go back, that guy in your head is dirty

  You see it too, but you pretend you don't know
 
  Let me dare to tell you something, you'll regret it so bad

  No way, we can go back to the way it was

  When all is said and done, let us smile happily, the two of us together
 This song is completely different from the last one. While the music is upbeat the lyrics are anything but. The line “we sit across the table again” sends a shiver down Minho’s spine. That can’t be a reference to them… right? 
  If I'm the one who's changed, let us go back to the way it was

  It's not like we really don't have a chance
 The more Jisung raps his words of heartache the more Minho has to remind himself they’re just lyrics. The producer wouldn’t be writing about them, he’s been gone for seven years. 
  Just don't leave me alone, just stay by my side…
 No. The world doesn’t revolve around Minho and this song isn’t about them. Even if miserable would be an apt description… The fact that Jisung hasn’t looked at Minho or the table again means nothing…The song ends bringing with it a loud cheer from the spectators.“Oh!” Chan grabs Felix’s hand. “This is the one I told you about jagiya.”“This is my last song for the night. Thank you all for listening and if you hear any of these on the radio make sure to show them some love.”Jisung sets the mic on a stand while a stage worker drags a stool to center stage. Thanking him with a bow the blonde gets out an acoustic guitar and takes a seat. The crowd falls silent as he plucks a few strings. The blonde’s eyes flick up locking with Minho’s. “This song is called Leave.”The dancer’s heart drops, his skin turning clammy. It doesn’t mean anything… 
  Oh, baby, please don't hurt me

  Don't make me cry

  Though I still got love for you

  And haven't got over you yet
 Minho’s throat closes as Jisung’s vocals and the gentle strum of the guitar fill the room. 
  Let the lingering emotions slowly fade away

  Sadness before the pain

  The affection before that

  Don't know how I can go on without you

  This is what I'm really feeling

  Couldn't open up, the words came out cold
 This time when he sings Jisung keeps his eyes closed. Each word of longing and loss pierces Minho’s chest. The younger’s voice perfectly conveys the message of suffering. What his voice doesn’t express his face does. From the scrunch of his brow to the tremble of his lips Jisung speaks volumes. This song is from the soul. 
  I'm afraid, I'm in pain, I'm okay

  Can't seem to hide the empty feeling inside
 
  This is for the good of each other

  I have to be responsible for the words I said

  I'm sorry

  Scars scathed into both of us
 F@ck. The more he hears the harder it becomes not to imagine their breakup as the source of the lyrics. With each syllable the urge to cry grows, he chokes the feeling down until it disappears, replaced with the desperate need to run. He shouldn’t be here. He’d never wanted to see Jisung again, never wanted to feel the icy shell inside of him begin to thaw. It’s there for his protection. His last defense against the world and the crippling pain that loving the other again promises him. 
  This is the end for you and me

  Yeah, we're done…
 Balling his hands into fists Minho digs his nails into his palms. The sharp pain grounds him, saving him from giving in to the starving spirit inside. That man is weak, fragile, transparent. He wants something that is more than what life owes him. Happiness.Jisung’s voice fades away, the last chord echos around the room, and the crowd bursts into applause. Some shout begging for another song, Minhyuk’s voice being the loudest of them. Whistles and screams come from the group of teens and the claps from Minho’s friends join them. Feeling ripped in half the dancer can only swirl the last bit of amber drink left in his glass. How is it that he can feel so hollow yet still be weighed down?Isn’t the point of being numb not to feel?“Wahooooo!” Changbin’s loud yell drowns out the roar around them.“What did you think?”“Hey Min…”A nudge to his elbow breaks Minho’s gaze away from the drink in his hand. Chan’s smile stretches across his entire face, the dimple on his right cheek deeper than ever. “So, what did you think?”At a loss for how to answer without exposing his warring emotions, he settles for the bare minimum. “It was good.”“Good?! That’s it?!” The shallow response doesn’t satisfy the producer. “Understatement of the year! Come on man, you have to give me more than that. Depending on what group we give that song to it could be a major hit. Ji’s songs will break your heart.”The laugh that escapes him sounds bitter, jaded. The breaths coming out of him leave claw marks on his throat. Tossing back the last of his drink he toasts the glass in Chan’s direction.“It’s already broken.”The smile on the elder’s face vanishes. The pity that takes its place has Minho rising from the table. “The song is great. I have no doubt it will do well.”Leaving the table Chan’s eyes follow him as he makes his way to the bar. Flagging down a bartender he orders a whiskey neat. Blackout drunk sounds like a good option right now. At least then he could find comfort in not being able to think or feel.Calculating the cost he pulls out his wallet only to be stopped when someone takes the bar stool next to him. “Hey Beomseok! Put his on my tab and I’ll take a vodka tonic.”The cheery voice beside him makes his eye twitch. He gives Minhyuk a tight smile. “Thanks Hyung.”“Don’t mention it! Any friend of Felix’s is a friend of mine.”Minho takes the drink slid across the bar and turning around props his back against the high top. Bowing repeatably Jisung wades through the crowd heading towards the table of teens where the short man is immediately swamped with hugs. Watching his ex be mobbed causes him to giggle. Minhyuk tracks his gaze and laughs as Jisung struggles to free himself from the young boys.“He’s amazing right?”Glancing at the man next to him Minho confirms the elder had been talking to him.“Uh, yeah. He-uh, certainly has a gift.” The dancer cringes at the tinge of hostility in his voice. D@mn it, he’d hoped to keep his dislike for Jisung’s ex a secret. Why is Minhyuk talking to him?“I wouldn’t waste your time…”It takes a few seconds for the other’s words to register. “Excuse me?” All attempt to hide the dislike in his voice is now gone.The blond smirks at the tone Minho uses. “You like him right? I’m just trying to save you some heartache, don’t waste your time. Ji is the definition of emotionally unavailable.”Blindsided by the man’s observation and how close to home his words hit, Minho flounders to come up with a response. “I-I’m not sure what you’re referring to but trust me I do not like Jisung.”Minhyuk gives him a skeptical look. “I’ve been in love with Jisung for a year. I know what it looks like when someone has feelings for him. I watched you during his stage and you, my friend, got it bad.”Minho’s blood runs cold, the fury building in his chest frigid and punishing. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Clenching his jaw Minho bites out behind gritted teeth. “You have no idea what you’re talking about and we are not friends.”Seeing the dancer’s mounting anger the man backs off. “No need to get pissy with me. I was just offering my advice. I know better than anyone that Ji is who everyone wants but can’t have.”The implication that Jisung is out of Minho’s reach pushes his temper to the breaking point. Normally respectful to elders he’s willing to make an exception in this case. Setting his untouched drink down he levels the other with a look dripping in disdain. “Keep the drink and take your advice somewhere else, it doesn’t apply to me.”Minhyuk’s expression hardens as he picks up on Minho’s word choice. He’s bluffing and he knows it. Without a doubt pining after Jisung would be a waste of time for him but the elder doesn’t need to know that. He hates being told he cannot have something, even if he isn’t sure if he wants it.“You think you could be the o-““Min!”The shout has both of their heads turning and Minho has to quickly control the muscles in his face as Jisung approaches them. He’d jump in front of a moving bus before he admits he was just arguing over his ex.The blonde joins them, his face puzzled as he looks back and forth between the two men.Perhaps still a bit annoyed and even more p@ss@d off by what he’s about to say Minho tries to keep his voice calm. “You need to be specific. Which one of us are you looking for? You call us both Min.”“Oh…” An embarrassed blush grows on the man’s face. “Sorry, I was looking for you.”Ha! Minho has to stop himself from turning back to Minhyuk and sticking out his tongue. D@mn it, he is almost thirty and he’s acting like a jealous child. This is all Jisung’s fault.“There's someone I want you to meet.” The blonde steps aside revealing a rather short teen hiding behind him. The boy shyly looks at Minho and he recognizes him as the boy who’d been staring from the other table. “This is Kwang, he's a recent friend of mine and a big fan of yours.”In his peripheral vision, Minhyuk frowns looking confused.Bowing slightly Minho address the teen. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”Whatever hesitancy had been holding the teen back vanishes and in the blink of an eye Kwang is rushing forward grabbing his hand. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I am meeting Lee Minho from Hope of the Street! You and J-Hope-ssi are my Idols!”Jisung covers his mouth hiding the the laughter resulting from Minho’s panicked expression.“I knew Jisung sunbaenim worked with singers but I had no idea he was friends with a real celebrity! I know all the steps for the choreography you performed in Beijing with Hope-ssi. And the flash mob from Brazil! I watch that performance every day!”“Well, uh-um I am honored to meet a fan. Thank you for always watching and supporting us.”“Can I take a picture with you? Please? I’m in a dance group and they will never believe I got to meet you if I don’t have proof.”“S-sure..” While not the first time he’d meet a fan of Hope on the Street, this is the first time he has agreed to a picture. J-Hope is the extravert and Minho the silent wallflower. His agreement may have a little something to do with the fond look Jisung is wearing as he watches them interact. That and the scowl on Minhyuk’s face.Bending down Minho flashes a finger-heart sign towards the phone in Kwang’s hand. Peeking over the teen’s shoulder he approves of the picture. The smile on the boy’s face as he stands next to Minho is massive. The dancer is also glad he went with the sky blue silk top. The color compliments his navy hair and while he typically hates pictures of himself this one is good.The hour he’d spent agonizing over whether or not Jisung would like the combination had been worth it. It also confirmed he needs to see a therapist to get his head checked. He’s borderline delusional at this point.Pulling out his cell phone Minho decides to be nice and take it a step further. “Hold on, let me see if I can get Hobi on the phone.” It’s the least he can do considering the teen is low-key handing him his victory shot over Minhyuk.“Oh my god!!”Unlocking the device he scrolls through his contacts and selects the button for FaceTime. It’s crazy early in LA but he knows the dancer is awake and practicing somewhere. Putting the phone on speaker he angles it to include both him and Kwang. From the image on the screen he can just make out Jisung inching closer to listen and watch over their shoulders.The screen flashes and the beaming face of J-Hope appears.
  “Min, if you’re interrupting my practice to call and tell me Jungkook blew your back out I don’t want to hear it. He already called and chewed me out for not introducing you two sooner.”
“Sh@t!” Jerking the phone away Minho sends an apologetic look to Kwang and Jisung. The producer refuses to look him in the eye while he chews on his bottom lip.“Hobi d@mn it! This is not why I’m calling and I wasn’t the only one who heard that!”
  “Sorry! I didn’t think you’d have me on speaker! Warn a guy next time! So what’s up? Are you calling to give me your answer, because I signed on a location yesterday and I need to know soon if I can count on you?”
Jisung looks up from the floor, his eyes growing wide as he glances between the phone and Minho. Cr@p, this is not the time…“No hyung I don’t have an answer yet. I’ll let you know when I do. I’m calling because I’m hanging out with your biggest fan and thought you’d like to meet him.”
  “A fan?! Yes! Give him the phone!”
Handing over the cell phone he chuckles at the look of awe on Kwang’s face as J-hope greets him.“Thank you…” Jisung’s voice comes from right beside him.Facing the producer his knees grow weak from the gentle look in the only pair of brown eyes that he hates to love. “It’s just a phone call, nothing big.”“It means a lot to him.” Jisung looks at the ecstatic face of the teen. “The counselors said he’s having a rough time acclimating to the house and when he mentioned he was a fan of yours I’d hoped that meeting you would cheer him up.”“Chan told me about the boy’s home you opened. That’s… incredible Sungie.”Jisung’s lips stretch into a beautiful grin and it takes Minho’s breath away. This close he can see the chocolate freckle on the other’s cheek and he clenches his hands to resist touching. Like a moth drawn to a flame he leans closer. Infinite eyes drop to Minho’s mouth before looking away, the expression in their depths cloudy.The brush of skin against skin has electricity sparking across his flesh. Jisung’s shaky finger traces the ridge of Minho’s clenched knuckles. He should pull away, should step back, and give his quaking body room to breathe. Unbidden his hand relaxes and turning over takes the single finger in its grasp. His hand tingles from the slight touch and feels like his heart is seconds away from breaking through his ribs. What am I doing?Jisung looks at him again, surprise and caution written across his face. F@ck, this is bad. Minho shouldn’t encourage this. He needs to let go and maintain the air of indifference he’s worked so hard to create. The heart banging against his ribs disagrees and he can almost feel the organ stretching, reaching out for the man not a foot away from him. When did Jisung become the only person in the bar with him?“You’re performance was great tonight Sungie.”Reality in the form of Minhyk’s voice crashes over them. The producer’s eyes linger on Minho for another moment before turning to the infidel.“Thanks hyung. My anxiety was really bad today but I calmed down after the first song.”Releasing Jisung’s finger he takes a step back. His palm feels warm and he sticks his hand in a pocket to maintain the heat a little longer. He wants to hate Minhyuk but internally he’s thankful for the interruption. He doesn’t know what is going on between him and Jisung but he isn’t ready to address it.His ex looks back over, his dark eyes unreadable as they land on Minho’s hand now stuck in his pocket. “What did you think Min? Did you like the songs?”“They were…” Speaking around the ball of tangled emotions stuck in his throat his voice sounds weak. He can’t say what he really wants. Can’t ask if the songs were about them, what they’d gone through together and apart. “… lovely. I liked them. The rapping was a bit of a surprise.”Jisung beams before looking at the ground shyly. “I found that skill kind of late in life.”Ah, code for after us. Minhyuk slips an arm around Jisung’s waist pulling the blonde close. “I don’t know what I like more, your rapping or your singing. Your voice is beautiful babe, you should’ve been an idol.”Suddenly very thirsty Minho flags down the bartender again. “Whiskey neat please.” Seeing the dancer’s first glass still untouched the guy hesitates, but thankfully doesn’t question it. Tugging his wallet free he’s stopped by a hand on his wrist.“I can’t let you pay.” Jisung pulls his hand back sliding a card across the bar. “You don’t buy drinks remember, no point in starting now.”Minho isn’t sure if the younger is trying to be cute or sarcastic but he accepts to offer. It doesn’t hurt that Minhyuk is frowning again.“Ji…” The elder leans down to whisper in the producer’s ear and Minho sips his new drink to cover for his annoyance. Why won’t this guy go away? Bragging that he’d been in love with Jisung for a year. Does he think that’s something to boast about? The stray thought that seven years beats his one is petty… pathetic and wrong! Minho is NOT in love with Jisung. Nope, nope, nope.So what if Jisung is now wonderful, talented, and perfect. Minho had thought he was perfect before and it had gotten him nothing but a black stain on his soul. Even if the man has changed (still up for debate) Minho has been there, done that, and has the scars to prove it. Hell, his body and mind are mostly scar tissue at this point. Hardened and ugly.“I could eat after this…” Jisung responds to Minhyuk. The whispered nature of the question is rendered pointless when the younger turns back to Minho. “Hyung, would you want to join us for dinner? Minhyuk suggested barbecue.”The sour look on the elder’s face makes it clear that Minho had not been part of the plan.Kwang moves to Jisung’s side. “Minho-ssi. Here’s your phone, I didn’t end the call. Thank you so much!” The teen’s eyes are shining.Taking his phone back Minho finds J-Hope waiting for him. “Min! That kid is adorable. I told him you’d stop by and coach his dance crew on behalf of Hope on the Street.”“Of course you did… alright. I’ll send you a video once I’ve seen them dance.”
  “Perfect, and the next time we talk you better have an answer Min. I want to come up with a course sched-“
“Ok, great hyung! Talk to you later bye!”Ending the call he can only hope and pray that Jisung hadn’t been paying close attention. Unfortunately, the blonde’s face looks suspicious as Minho shoves his phone back into his pocket.“I’ll have to decline dinner tonight.” The thought of leaving Jisung alone with Minhyuk bothers him but he knows if he goes with them he’ll probably snap. For his mental health, it’s best if he leaves. He would really like to avoid getting arrested for assault.“You should ask Changbin and Hyunjin though. Bin said he was hungry earlier.” It’s a lie but chances are good the muscle pig is hungry so it’s a risk he’s willing to take.The smile that had appeared on Minhyuk's face disappears.“Oh, ok I’ll do that. Um…thanks for coming tonight.” Jisung chews on his bottom lip.The delusion in his head is getting worse because his brain tells him the younger looks disappointed. In a moment of unbridled stupidity Minho reaches forward and using his thumb pulls the man’s lip free. Flashes of the night they’d first met dance in his skull.Jisung’s mouth stays open as the blonde blinks at him, a dumbfounded look on his face.Tossing back the last of his whiskey he sets the glass aside. “Thanks for the drink Sungie and good job tonight.”Speechless the younger turns watching him walk away. Leaving the bar Minho has to force his feet forward as the weight of eyes on his back calls him to turn around.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Yes, Alcohol Free is a Twice song. BUT if you've seen Jisung's performance of it, I hope you think (as I do) that it fit perfectly.'
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