Minho was trying to sleep.

He really was.

But annoying noises kept coming from the other room. Plus the whole place was freezing cold.

With a sigh, he sat up straight and glanced around. Even through his attempted sleep induced bleariness, he could still make out the glowing numbers on the digital clock against the far wall.

Minho swung his legs out from underneath the covers, patience running very thin.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning, what the heck could Jisung even be doing at that time?

He marched down the hallway and into the livingroom, pout on his face and arms folded, preparing to reprimand his exboyfriend-friend-thing-that-just-came-back-from-the-dead-and-lives-in-his-livingroom for keeping him up all night.

However, as soon as he rounded the corner to enter said livingroom, his mouth fell open. He still hadn't gotten used to seeing Jisung around the house, despite the fact that he'd been back for over a week. It probably didn't help that Jisung's hair was a vibrant new color due to his excursion earlier with Chan and Changbin to get it done. Or that it was illuminated by his open laptop. Or that bags of junk food he didn't have access to while he was up in space for over two years surrounded him and his blanket cocoon. Cans of Mountain Dew were lined up on the edge of the coffee table, and Jisung took a sip from one as he typed away on the laptop.

Minho tried to recover from his slight shock quickly. Jisung hadn't seen him yet- he had the advantage here. Just as he was trying to work out what his best plan of attack would be, a soft giggle came from Jisung. Call Minho whipped, but his eyes were drawn right back to this magnificent human being on his livingroom couch that he had fallen in love with.

Who just so happened to have the most adorable giggle ever.

To be honest, Minho had no idea what he was doing.

He and Jisung hadn't talked once about their past relationship since he'd gotten back. Jisung did insist on taking the couch, but whenever he had a nightmare or couldn't sleep, he would crawl in with Minho- but neither would talk about it the next morning.

So what were they?

Minho was completely fine without labels, but he just wished he knew what Jisung thought of him. He hated to be used, and he had no idea if Jisung even liked him still. Maybe he was just using Minho's dumb feelings like he had before.

Thoughts getting the better of him, Minho turned to leave. A soft voice called out to him from the couch.

“Where are you going?”

Minho's mouth fell open and he froze in his spot. Without even turning back around, he could tell that Jisung was smirking. A soft thud sounded, signalling that the laptop had been set aside.

“Yknow, when you're by yourself for almost an entire year, you get to know what's real silence, and when someone is there.” His voice cracked at the end, and Minho whirled around.

“I'm fine, don't worry, you don't have to take me over to another psychiatrist- I'm fine.”

Jisung had been assigned to mandatory therapy. Being alone for that long could do things to the mind that they couldn't even know yet. He seemed fine, but was going on within the confines of his mind was something only he could know.

Taking a deep breath, Minho walked over to where Jisung was, determination in his steps. When he got there, he held out his arms.

For a second, some kind of emotion flickered behind Jisung's eyes.

He seemed unsure for a moment, but the next he reached out and pulled Minho down into a hug.

Being caught off guard, Minho stumbled and fell down onto the couch, pressed against Jisung's blanket covered body.

Both of them sat in shocked silence for a minute, Jisung breaking it with small giggles. Minho joined in, and the two of them began laughing like crazy people.

The loud and obnoxious sound of the AC kicking itself up a notch knocked them out of their semi daze, making them realize exactly what was happening right now. Minho was seated on Jisung's lap, face mere inches from his face. It reminded Jisung quite a lot of his last day on Earth- and it seemed that Minho was thinking the same, as a light pink color started to tint his cheeks. It was only barely visible in the early morning light, but Jisung wouldn't trade it for the world. Minho was perfect.

“Aww look at you blush! What're you thinking of, huh?”

Minho smacked him lightly, and Jisung, deciding to play along and mess with his roommate a bit, fell back against the couch. Minho's eyes widened, and he tried to back away. It was all too familiar for him, and he'd prefer not to relive that again.

He'd almost successfully shimmied off of the couch, but was tugged back down. The black haired male landed flat on top of Jisung, and felt warm arms wrap around his shivering torso.

“I was only joking, Min.” Jisung breathed into his hair. He placed a soft kiss amongst the locks before pulling back to whisper. “I wouldn't do that to you- not again. Never again. I'm sorry, by the way. I'm sorry I left you, I'm sorry I was so distant, and hecK-" he paused to let out a soft woosh of laughter. Minho looked up at him as much as he could, despite the very close proximity of their faces.

“I'm sorry that I turned the AC up so high, look at you, you're freezing!” Jisung whisper screamed in his ear. Minho couldn't stop giggling as Jisung wrapped the sides of his own blanket around Minho and held it in place by hugging him.

“Yeah… why do you like it so cold? It's been freezing in here for like a week.”

Jisung gave him a sad, knowing smile. “It's a lot colder on Mars, Minho.” That's all the information he offered, and Minho didn't bring it back up.

They stayed like that for awhile, neither sleeping, but not truly awake either. Jisung stared into the distance over Minho's head, arms occasionally squeezing the other male accidentally, as to just make sure he was still there. Minho, however, had his face buried in Jisung's chest, inhaling his scent like he couldn't live without it- and he didn't know how he'd done just that for two whole years.

Well, two years two months and twenty days.

The both of them had changed over their time apart. Jisung was no longer the extroverted person he once was, and Minho didn't hate the absence of sound anymore. There was so much to still learn about each other, and they wanted to so, so badly, but were far too scared to ask.

While they were cuddling, the orange and purple hues of sunrise had been slowly creeping up the sky. Jisung gasped, causing Minho to glance up in alarm.

Jisung unlatched his hands and moved one of them to gesture at the large livingroom window of Minho's apartment. “The sunrise. It's so beautiful.”

“Yeah it is.”

Unbeknownst to Jisung, however, Minho wasn't looking at the sunrise. His gaze was set firmly on Jisung's awestruck face, eyes not even blinking. He was afraid that it was all a dream, and he'd wake up and Jisung would be gone again.

Minho must've accidentally gripped harder onto Jisung's loose sweatshirt, because a second later, the younger's arms were back up and around him. His face was worried and he craned his neck (in such a way that it looked painfully uncomfortable) so he could whisper into Minho's ear.

“I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere.”

“What? You're just gonna live on my couch forever?” Minho joked around, shuffling so that his sweater paws could cover his grinning face. Jisung let out a few chuckles, and his chest strained against the weight of Minho. He started coughing slightly, and Minho scrambled away hastily.

“I- I'm sorry, what did I do?”

“No it's not you I'm just…” He didn't really want to say the words aloud, so instead, he grabbed Minho's hand by the wrist and guided it up underneath his hoodie.

Minho was curious, and kind of scared, but when his fingers touched Jisung's skin, all he felt was confusion.

“What.. am I supposed to be feeling?”

“I don't know, you tell me.” Jisung winked, and Minho had the urge to withdraw his hand. The youngest's smirk disappeared, and he frowned. “Has it really been that long-” He moved Minho's hand down his chest, and finally Minho got it.

He gasped, and almost burst into tears.
“You're so skinny, what-” Minho couldn't stop running his hands over Jisung's ribs, which were obvious and could easily be felt over his skin.

“Mi- Minho stop-”

“How could you let me crush you like that! I could've hurt you, what if-”

“I said stop!” Jisung grabbed Minho's hands and pulled them out of his hoodie, bringing his knees up to his chest. He just wanted to show Minho what was wrong, but he'd forgotten what his touch felt like. He didn't want it any longer than he had to, or else he wouldn't be able to stop. Jisung wouldn't be able to stay away from Minho if he was so close, and didn't want to burden Minho with his presence for that much longer.

It was obvious that he was still hurt by Jisung's actions a few years previously, and he didn't want to risk hurting him again.

Minho sat, shocked.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Sungie?” He said after a while, voice soft.

“Please stop being so perfect.” His voice came out muffled, face buried in his legs and hoodie.

The pure sound of Minho's laughter made its way to Jisung's ears, and despite himself, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Well then what do you want me to be?”

Jisung muttered something inaudible.

“Sorry?” Although Minho thought he knew what he said, he wanted to hear it again.

“I said I want you to be mine again, geez!” Jisung fell back down on the couch, arms over his face.

“Aww, not yet, baby.” Minho cooed, “you know you have to be cleared for that by the mean psychiatrists first.”

Jisung pouted, but then realized something.
“Wait a sec-” he sat up straight, “you're not opposed to it? buT-"

“Did you think I don't still care about you? Sure, I don't know what you're thinking anymore, but that can change. I can get to know you again. Of course I'd be willing to give you a second chance-”

He was pulled into a bear hug by a tearful Jisung.

“You wanna know what I'm thinking? First of all, thank you. And secondly, why can Aquaman control whales? Like, I dunno about you, but I'm pretty darn certain those are mammals-” Jisung's voice quivered, as though he was on the verge of a sob.

Minho sighed as he sunk his face into his hoodie, grasping at the soft material encasing his Jisung.

“It's good to have you back, Sungie.” He brought the younger male closer to his chest, feeling the other’s shaking beneath the hoodie. “My brave, brave Martian.”

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OKAY SO
*Victory screech*
IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED minus bonus chapters I guess, cuz apparently y'all wanna know more about Changlix in this-

Anyway,,
See y'all in the a/n I'm gonna post next ig. If you have any questions about the storyline or anything in general, comment them here and I'll answer them in the a/n chapter wrap up thing 😎