Minho entered the dorm. Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin all trailing behind him.

   Changbin and Chan were both up and sitting on the couch.

  "Hey," Chan greeted.

   Minho held up a cup holder, "We brought drinks from the café," he said

   Chan stood up and took the one he knew was his.

  "Jisung and Hyunjin are still sleeping, if you want to wake them up," Changbin mentioned.

  "Doesn't Hyunjin have like twenty alarms? How is he not up yet?" Seungmin questioned.

  "He sleeps like a rock, I'm not surprised," Jeongin muttered with a small yawn.

   "You still tired, Innie?" Chan questioned with a chuckle.

  "Yes, he is. He went out with some of the other 01 liners. Sieun called me and told me that after they went for drinks they were going to hang out near Han river. It was probably three when he got back to the dorm," Felix said, taking a drink of his coffee.

  Chan hummed.

  "I am going to go wake up Jisung,"
  "Good luck," Changbin said.

Minho nodded and left for Jisung's room. However, the younger's room was empty.

  It didn't even look like it was slept in. Hesitantly, he went over to Hyunjin's room and opened the door. He bit his lip seeing Hyunjin and Jisung.

   Jisung's back was pressed into Hyunjin's chest and Hyunjin's arm was wrapped around Jisung's exposed waist.

  Minho pressed his lips together and walked up to the two.

  "Guys, you need to get up," Minho said pulling Hyunjin's arm away from Jisung.

   Jisung whined and pulled the blanket up more.

   Minho sighed and tugged the blanket down.

   "Jisung~ah, it is Hyung. You need to get up, I brought you coffee," Minho ran his fingers through Jisung's hair.

   Hyunjin woke up first, "Hey, Hyung," he greeted voice laced with sleep.

   Minho promptly answered the pleasant greeting with a glare. It was a glare Hyunjin and all the members had come accustomed to when they touched Jisung. Of course, it didn't make it any less scary, especially when in close proximity with tissues.

   "I am going to get ready for today," Hyunjin said quickly.

  Just as quick as it was said the younger was out of his room headed straight for somewhere.

   Minho sat on the bed and put his hand on Jisung's arm.

  "Jagi, it is time to wake up," Minho said softly.

   Jisung stirred and his brows furrowed, but he didn't wake up.

   The older sighed and just looked at the younger's features.

   Chocolate chip mole, (in Minho's sound opinion) boopable nose, pretty eyelashes, and of course, chapped lips.
It was an unconscious action, Minho's finger going up to Jisung's face; first, lightly tracing the slope of his nose, then, lightly tracing tracing his lips.

   Jisung needed to drink more water and buy some chapstick. His lips were cracked so much that Minho was sure if he smiled it would create a small cut that Jisung would whine about and ask Felix to kiss better.

   It never sat right with Minho when Jisung did that. Everyone in the group knew that if prompted Felix probably would complete that task and he has on occasion. Honestly, Felix has probably kissed everyone in the group besides Minho.

  He has definitely kissed Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Jisung the most.

  And Minho can say for sure that most of these kisses have not been small little pecks, they have been full-on make out sessions.

   Minho took his hand away from Jisung's face and held the brunet' ls hand.

  "Jisung, get up or I am going to drink your coffee,"

   Jisung woke up that time. The male stretched with a small groan.

   "Where is Hyunjin?" Jisung questioned.
  Minho blinked a couple times, "He got up,"

     Jisung hummed.

   "I am going to go to the living room, let you get ready," Minho said, getting up and leaving without another glance.

   Jisung sighed and sat up, he just needed to act normal.

   Maybe he could actually get over it.
  It would be easy, right?

  ~

   It was anything but easy. All through practice Minho was glued to him and so were Minho's hands.

  If they weren't on his shoulders, they were on his waist, and if they weren't on his waist they were on his hips. If they were sitting Minho's arm was around his shoulder, if it wasn't there Minho's hand was on his thigh.

  Everyone sensed it, how could they not? It was like a giant billboard flashing saying 'Here I am! Over here!'.

   What probably was not making this situation better was right now.

    Minho's hands were on Jisung's hips, as they all stood around and talked about the fanmeet; however, that wasn't the issue.
 
   Minho's fingers on his left hand were dipping below the band of Jisung's sweats.

   "Eh, it is my opinion on it," Minho said his hand moving from where it was on Jisung's hip to his stomach.

   Felix raised a brow, then grabbed Jisung's hand, "Jisung and I are going to the bathroom, don't follow," he said with a small wink.

  To any other person it would have seemed like they were going to the bathroom to do something not safe for work, however, they were probably just going to gossip. Maybe.

   ~

   Felix pulled Jisung into the bathroom.

  "What is going on with you and Minho?" Felix questioned.

  "Nothing," Jisung said, washing his hands.

   "Nothing? Jisung, that is not nothing, that... that is definitely something,”

  Jisung pursed his lips, tears welled in his eyes, and almost immediately Felix pulled him into a hug.

   “What is wrong, baby?” Felix asked softly.

    “Did we get too close? Did he and I get too close, Lix?”

   “What do you mean?”

   Jisung cried a little, “Did he and I cross that line?”

  Everyone of them had blurred the lines of friendship and more on occasions. Felix knew he and Jeongin definitely had.
  If asked, Hyunjin and Changbin wouldn't admit it, but they had.

  It was always quiet between Chan and Seungmin so no one truly knew where those two stood on that line.
  Minho and Jisung, though?

  They at some points didn't even seem to have that line. The line between friendship and more seemed nonexistent for those two.

  It wasn't just fans. It was others too at points people questioned the relationship.

  For them, they were just… they were just Minho and Jisung.

   They were magnets. They were chopsticks that couldn't be separated. They were them.

   But did they cross that line?

  “No, you guys didn't,” Felix said softly.

   Jisung hugged Felix tighter.

“I wish I could let him go,” Jisung whispered.

   Felix's brows drew together.
What did that mean?