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His night is ruined.
No matter how hard Jisung glares, the clouds won't leave. It's like they gathered there on purpose, right outside of his window, just to keep him from seeing the meteor shower. He supposes he could leave, try to watch from one of the other members' apartments or walk around aimlessly until he can find an open sky, but the others are probably asleep (or working, because this is prime recording time for Chan), and he doesn't particularly want to walk alone in the dark.
He huffs and reaches for his phone, his jittery leg shaking in frustration as he taps on the first name in his contacts.
It's past 10, and Minho should be busy packing, but he picks up on the first ring.
"Hi, jagi."
Jisung smiles softly, body relaxing as he lets Minho's warm voice wash over him. He tucks his feet under himself as he cuddles further into the chair, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders. "Hi, hyung."
"What are you up to?"
"Attempting to watch the meteor shower. It's harder to see because of the city lights, and it's pretty foggy too."
Jisung had planned to make an evening of it. He made a cup of tea and wrapped himself up in his favorite throw blanket before he curled up in their armchair by the window, sipping and burning his tongue and doing it all over again because he was too impatient to wait for it to cool down. Everything was going to plan, aside from the fact that the night sky was currently clouded over. The shower had supposedly started a few minutes before, but so far he had only been able to make out a few meteors passing through. He's not sure how long it's supposed to last, but the clouds didn't seem like they would disperse any time soon.
Minho hums, and there are a few sounds of footsteps and a door opening. "I can see it pretty clear here."
Jisung is sure Minho can hear the way he's pouting when he says, "Lucky. Wish I was there with you."
The elder man lets out a fond giggle. "I wish you were here with me, too."
His pout disappears and Jisung's cheeks warm with his chest. "You're probably having too much fun to miss me."
Minho has been sending him photos almost hourly since his plane landed. Food, sights, his friends, selfies, and everything else he comes across. He is now in possession of a 4 minute video of Minho petting and talking sweetly to a stray cat— which he plans to use as blackmail to send to SoonDoongDori should Minho ever wrong him.
(He won't, Minho adores him.)
"I'm having fun," the reply is immediate, "but every second of every day, I'm wishing you were by my side."
It's instinctive to brush his comment off, but Jisung knows Minho means it whole-heartedly. They've only been apart for a few days, but it feels like forever. It's August, but these nights feel colder without the other.
Minho hums to himself for a moment, then asks, "You see that star there? The brightest one."
Jisung squints, but the fog is thick. He thinks he can make out the star Minho is talking about, or at least a star, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "I saw it," he says anyway.
"I'm wishing on it right now. I wish my Hannie was by my side."
It pulls a laugh out of Jisung, even as his cheeks burn hotter and his heart swells. "It won't come true if you say it out loud."
Minho makes a soft huff, then says, "Okay, you see that star on the right?"
Jisung looks to his right and sees a star shining dimly. He hums his affirmation, and Minho goes quiet for a moment. He knows the call hasn't ended, but he still asks, "Hyung?"
"I made my wish."
Jisung snorts, shaking his head to himself. He'd kick his feet if he weren't so comfortable right now— his hyung is so cute. So cute, and silly, and Jisung is so so fond of him. "Give it a few more hours, and it'll come true."
"I'm counting on it," Minho says softly.
"Me too."
They settle into a comfortable silence, watching (or in Jisung's case, attempting to watch) the meteor shower together while miles apart. He can hear the breeze from Minho's end, a soft fluttering of leaves. Jisung wraps his blanket tighter around himself and props his chin on his hand, elbow pressing into the windowsill. By the time Jisung even heard anything about the shower, Minho had already booked the flight to Japan with his friends. Even without Minho, he'd been excited to watch the shower, but the fog makes it almost impossible to see anything.
It's disappointment after disappointment, but at least Minho can see it from where he is. At least they can sit on the phone together. At least Minho will be home in a few hours.
His phone chimes with the Bubble notification and he pulls it away from his ear to open the text from Stray Kids' Lee Know.
내꺼💛
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There are so many stars
Jisung smiles softly, looking down at the picture for a moment before moving the phone back to his ear. "It's pretty, hyung."
"My Hannie is prettier."
Whining, Jisung hides his face behind his hand, as if Minho could see how flustered he looks. "Be quiet."
"What, do you take me for a liar?"
Jisung rolls his eyes, then gasps as he looks out the window again and sees it.
The meteors. All of them, right there. Falling through the sky, as if stars were raining down.
"Hyung, be quiet—"
"Han Jisung, you are the prettiest, loveliest, sexiest—"
"Hyung! I can see them!" He moves his face closer to the window, nose pressing against the glass and leaving a smudge that Minho will undoubtedly chide him for later, but he pays it no mind.
It's beautiful. Magical. The only thing that could make it better was if he was in Minho's arms.
He tells the other as much and Minho lets out a soft chuckle. "Soon, jagi."
They say goodbye a few minutes later. Minho has to finish packing so he can head to the airport, and Jisung's notebook sits open in his lap, the beginnings of a song tumbling onto the page. Eventually he makes his way to their bed, mind still caught on stars and photos and longing.
He falls asleep, but stirs a few hours later, waking to a gentle kiss on his forehead and a murmured, "Hi jagi, I'm home."
He hums, reaches out for Minho's hand to pull him into bed.
Minho laughs softly, brushing a hand through his hair. "I need to change first, but you can go back to bed."
Jisung snuggles into Minho's pillow, letting the soft touch of his hand lull him back to sleep.
"I love you," Minho whispers.
Jisung isn't sure if he echoes it, but Minho knows.
I love you, too.