the value of his life | lmh + hjs

Jisung opened the door to be greeted by an eager Minho hurrying inside his place. "My god, what was taking you so long~?!" He complained, his tone and lively mood gave Jisung the thought that he was back to normal. Well, numb to the drugs, normal.

Jisung skeptically strolled around Minho, not wanting to further get closer to Minho as memories ghosted his entire soul. The lad studied the older, watching his face as though expecting to see the expression he had last seen from him. Holding back his form of humanity.

But when Jisung found nothing but the mask that'd Minho had always wear, he found himself relaxing once more. "What do you want?" He interrupted the silence, the one of which Minho took in to observe Jisung's place.

"What a cozy home you have here, Jisung-ah. Although, it is a bit small, don't you think?" Minho turned to look at Jisung who stood over the counter in the kitchen area.

"Why should that even have to bother me, the one who's living in it rather than the one who is—"

"Would you like to come live with me?" The unexpected proposal binds Jisung into silence. Minho smiled softly at the unwavering shock on Jisung's face.

Quickly, Jisung composed his stunnedment judge. "You're crazy, why would I do that?"

"Ha! We're so bound together I knew you were gonna say that to me," Minho commented instead, slowly taking his steps towards Jisung's way. Jisung made an effort to stay in place despite his every bone fidgeting to move away from Minho's enchantment.

"Is it so hard to believe that I want to live with you?" Minho held back his frustration from showing by biting down on his finger which was currently coated in his gloves. Jisung takes notice of them, so he's been working this entire time?

"So you can kill me more easily and quickly?" Jisung's hands came down to hold onto the counter when Minho lurked closer to him.

"What?" Minho breathes out in bewilderment, sounding more surprised than he needed to. His acting was so great that Jisung hesitated to assume he genuinely was being honest. "No. Not to kill you. I don't want to kill you, anymore. I want you to live with me," Minho said, desperately. Holding onto Jisung's arms with an amount of strength Jisung immediately gave in not to attempt to pull away from.

"We're not destined to kill each other, Jisung...Our answer has been there since the beginning, we were just too blind to see it," Minho said, luring close to Jisung's face so much that Jisung could smell the scent of his rich cologne and flavorful minty breath. "We're meant to be more than just rivals," Minho's voice was full of deprivation. Jisung was suddenly taken aback.

He tried to read the look in Minho's eyes in hopes he could understand what it truly meant, as he had always found it easier to understand than any other part of Minho. But all Jisung sees is a new longing he hasn't seen at the latest of their time together. A spark of devoted passion.

Jisung crumbled at the inexplicable sight of it. "Don't you see it? Can't you feel it?" Minho's pale cold hands ran down Jisung's face, a faint trace of a trembling hand. Jisung felt his heart become a sudden race of survival. His breathing heightened under Minho's alluring gaze.

"We're meant to be," Minho said.

Jisung was speechless. He wondered for a moment if whatever sort of panic Minho had gotten in the past two days was the cause of this psycho movement.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You've gotten more insane than before, why are you suddenly implying something like this?" Jisung said, annoyedly even though he felt the nerves through the back of his spine.