Fics like a losing match

Hyunjin leans in closer to Jisung’s ear, tilting his chin up to speak low. “Shouldn’t you be working on charming your date?” “Bold of you to assume I haven’t already achieved peak charm with him!” And though Jisung puffs out his chest in a way that is clearly exaggerated, a glow of innocence laces his smile. “I think he really likes me, Hyune.” Something odd occurs in his chest- it’s nameless and shapeless and it writhes like it’s enclosed in a clenched fist, desperate to grow and spill out. There’s something like pride in there too, a swell of warmth he feels often around someone as bright as Jisung. A sunshine he knows all too well. The ache to it has him reaching out, fingers brushing over Jisung’s silky hair like he would pet a cat, thumbing tenderly where his hairline melts into his honey tan skin. “I’m happy for you, baby,” Hyunjin smiles, and it’s genuine because it must be. or: Hyunjin tries to get his best friend of 6 years a boyfriend, but starts realizing he might not like the word 'boyfriend' associated with Jisung unless its with him.

Fics like a losing match

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