Immortal

-What are we doing here, Jeongin? Jisung yawned as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

It was 4 in the morning and all 8 of them were at the airport after Felix demanded they would go on a trip out of a blue. And who could say no to Felix?

-We're going to a brainstorming vacation, he declared.

-Huh? Chan furrowed his eyebrows.

-We're going to record two albums for hyung's comeback.

-Two? Hang on, no one told me anything about it.

-I just did, Jeongin replied. So any ideas you have, please share it with the class. Now let's move, we have a plane to catch!

-To where? Explain more, man! Where are you taking us? Changbin yelled at him.

-To London. We'll see Christmas in London, he looked at Seungmin who stared back at him in shock.

-Well, it's the winter break... It wouldn't hurt a vacation, Minho shrugged, too tired to protest.Getting them all on the plane was the easy part. The problem was the hotel. It had only 4 free rooms. Which meant sharing rooms... and beds.

-Okay, so we have 3 rooms with one bed and one room with two smaller ones. How are we doing this? Jeongin asked the group as they dragged their luggage to the hotel's entrance.

-We can share obviously, Jisung took Minho's hand and kissed the back of it.

-We can as well, Hyunjin stated as he pointed towards himself and Chan.

The older saw a glimpse of hope and smiled without saying a word. Maybe he could fix his relationship after all.

-Great! Which leaves us... Jeongin stared at Seungmin, begging him to say something.

-I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you, he crossed his arms.

-Would you rather leave Felix hyung and Changbin hyung share one?

-That's alright. We'll just sleep, Felix stated oblivious.

-Yeah, fine. We'll share, Seungmin grabbed the keys from Jeongin's hand.

Jeongin nodded and passed the last pair of keys to Changbin and Felix.

That was very much settled. They just had to pass the night with no incidents.

-What are you working at? Felix flopped in Changbin's bed to look at the notes he was taking.

-Just a few lyrics I had in mind all the way here. Since Jeongin told me I have to prepare two sets of tracks in two weeks, my mind has been wide awake and busy.

-You need to relax. We can help at writing the songs. And I think he's strategy is brilliant. To put Domino as a title track and release a whole album under the name of Stray Kids. This way every song gets to shine equally. And by releasing two albums at the same time you make history and gain more fans, Felix played with Changbin's hair as he tried to encourage him.

-The kid's smart. Not smart enough for a relationship, but he's smart.

-It will be okay, Felix threw his hands around Changbin's shoulder and kissed his cheek.

-You're right. I need a break, Changbin placed the stack of papers on the nightstand and focused all his attention towards the younger.

-What are you doing? Felix tilted his head in confusion.

-I'm relaxing, Changbin kissed him softly before getting rougher and rougher.

Felix folded beneath him, his back pressed on the mattress as Changbin was towering over him.

-Bin-

Changbin started pressing kisses on the boy's neck all down to his chest.

-Bin, no-

Changbin lifted slowly Felix's shirt, eager to take it off, but Felix backed off and fell off the bed.

-Lix, are you alright? he rushed to help the boy up.

-Yeah, I... I need sleep, he said as he crawled on his own bed and laid down, his back facing Changbin.

The older was left speechless and with a painfully huge arousal in his pants.

He was left to wonder what did he do wrong and the only one who could give him the answer was faking sleep across the room.

-Is there a reason why you woke me up in the middle of the night to sneak out of the hotel on the streets of London? Minho asked while shivering.

He should had brought another jacket with him.

-You'll see! Jisung dragged his lover after him to the Apollo Victoria Theatre.

Jisung stopped in front of the door and looked for something in his pockets.

-You've got a key to the theatre? Minho widened his eyes.

-Yeah, I used to work here.

-You- I won't even ask.

Minho gave up on questioning Jisung's jobs long ago. There were too many to count.

-I worked backstage. It was fine, but it gets suffocating at one point. And hearing the plays over and over again was a bit unbearable for me.

-And you brought me here for nostalgia? Minho raised an eyebrow.

-Nope, Jisung smiled. Put this on! he threw a costume in Minho's face.

-I'm not dancing for you on a national theatre stage.

-Oh, don't worry! I'll join you! Jisung smiled.

-What do you mean?

-Put the costume on and you'll see.

Minho dressed up in a Medieval royal suit and glanced in the mirror to see himself. Behind him Jisung, wearing the same suit, but a darker colour, backhugged him.

-You look amazing, Jisung whispered in his ear.

-Is this some kind of kink?

-No. It's simpler than that, Jisung took Minho's hand and kissed it. Can I have the honour to dance with you?

Minho nodded and followed Jisung's lead. Slowly, steady and completely in love.

-So you wanna tell me what's this about? curiosity was eating Minho alive.

-We won't live forever, Minho.

-That again... Minho sighed. I told you already. I'm going to die first.

-Alright, Jisung broke into a smile. You won't live forever, Minho, Jisung corrected himself before receiving a light punch in his arm.

-Morron, Minho smiled.

-The point is... Tonight, here, we can be immortal. We can travel through time and be in love. Be whatever we want! We can be us and nothing can come between us! Just two souls that keep finding each other through time and space.

Minho was left speechless. That was the sweetest thing he had ever heard. And it was coming from Jisung, the Jisung that he used to bicker with.

-Is it too cheesy? Jisung rubbed his nape.

-No! I love it! I love you! Minho cupped his cheeks and kissed him. What else have you got?

They tried every costume they found. But what really caught their eyes were a couple of suits from the 1800'.

-Perfect, Jisung placed a hat on Minho's head.

-Do I look distinguished?

-As always, mister Lee.

-You could be Mister Lee too, Minho joked before his face turned the colour of tomatoes. Oh shit! Sorry, I didn't-

-You wanna marry me, huh? Jisung teased him.

-I... You brought it up before, but everytime I think about it I get so flustered, Minho buried his burning face in his palms.

-I'll wife you up eventually, Jisung giggled. My sweet Minho! Jisung threw his hands around the younger. Do you think often about us being married? he smirked.

-Shut up, idiot!

-I take that as a yes, Jisung snickered satisfied.

__________________________________Seems like Jisung is trying to enjoy each moment before his count goes to zero. What will happen then?

Thank you for reading!