part three hundred and twenty four

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“I don't know, Jongin, I haven't written in forever.”

Joonmyun is huddled under his blanket and runs his fingers over the keyboard listlessly. The cursor blinks and blinks and doesn't move. The words don't come.

“But you used to love writing. What about all the stories you told me about? The ones you said you were going to write.”

Jongin scratches his leg where his pajama pants tickled him with his other foot and stirs his hot chocolate. It's starting to turn cold, that's how long he's been standing in his roommate's door.

Joonmyun pulls one corner of his lips up in an attempt at a smile. “It's not that easy. All the ideas are still there but they just don't want to go from here to here.” He taps his temple and then the laptop screen, before pushing the lid close, sending the device into sleep mode, and slumping into his pillow.

Jongin lets out a quiet sigh. Back when he and Joonmyun moved in together to economize on the money needed for the rent, Joonmyun was full of the craziest ideas. He was a little idea machine. The wheels in his head never stopped turning and he spewed out one story after the other, sometimes to write, sometimes just to amuse Jongin. There was no way that well could have dried up, was there?

Jongin puts his mug down and crosses the room to sit next to Joonmyun.

“Is something troubling you?” he asks softly but Joonmyun just waves his hand.

“Nothing I don't know how to handle. Don't worry about it.”

“Maybe you're just afraid of the blank page. You just have to get started.” Jongin opens the lid of the laptop, bringin the screen back to life, and grabs Joonmyun's hand, placing his pointer finger on a random key and pressing it down. He turns to smile encouragingly at Joonmyun but freezes.

Too close.

He's too close. He's too close and Joonmyun warned him about this, said he doesn't like it and to give him space. But here he is again, sitting on Joonmyun's bed, all over him, grabbing his fingers without permission, face too close, all up in his personal space. And Joonmyun is making that pinched face, like he's just barely holding himself back from shoving Jongin away.

“Sorry,” Jongin says and gets up, backs away. “I just-”

“It's not the starting that I'm afraid of,” Joonmyun bursts out suddenly. “It's everything that comes after!” He untangles himself from his blanket hastily, foot getting caught in it and pulling it half to the floor. He holds on to Jongin's arm to pull himself upright and he looks so perfect in his Christmas sweater and pajama bottoms and bare feet, his tousled hair and his thick glasses and his soft, pink lips, and Jongin could just pull him into his arms. If he wanted to, right now, he could just pull Joonmyun into his arms.

So he does it.

And his thoughts are as clear between them as if he'd spoken them out loud.

“I am afraid,” Joonmyun mumbles into Jongin's shoulder as he hugs him back, hands shaking just a little. “But we could figure it out together, if you...?”

Jongin hums a yes. “Like that time we tried ice skating together.”

Joonmyun laughs a little and draws a shaky breath.

Jongin closes his eyes and tries out how Joonmyun's skin feels under his lips.