A/N: Woohoo look another Jihan drabble (I'm Jihan trash ok?)

And seriously this was supposed to be sweet! I don't know how it got to this point good lord I'm a er for angst it's terrible.

Inspired by the Chocolate MV!

Everyone was nice. He'd be fine. Totally fine. He had his fellow members with him. It was ok. It was going to be ok.

A seemingly endless mantra echoing though his head, and still it didn't settle the unsettling feeling in Jisoo's gut.

He tried his best to listen to the director as he gave him tips, but a big part of him was entirely focused on simply keeping calm. He knew it'd be nerve-wracking - he'd talked to Seungcheol before they left and their leader already gave him a little pep talk - but still Jisoo didn't anticipate the way his pulse would pound at the base of his throat, the way his nape seemed to break out in a constant cold sweat.

The others seemed so natural, Jisoo couldn't help but notice glumly, but then again he expected it. Seokmin and Seungkwan thrived in front of the camera, easily throwing jokes and bantering with one another, and Jeonghan was definitely no slack in that department either. Jihoon may have not found it as enjoyable as the other three did, but as always, everything he did turned at well and with little direction to boot. Only Jisoo fumbled with his lines, only Jisoo misinterpreted instructions, only Jisoo looked awkward on screen.

And only Jisoo paid more attention to Jeonghan than he did their fellow actress, but he felt that was rather beside the point.

It didn't help that when Jisoo had to look back at her - 'subtly, as if you're stealing a glance' the director advised - the person who ended up catching his attention was the boy directly behind her.

(and he had to look at the exact moment he pushed a stray lock of red behind his ears. Stupid long hair.)

It didn't help that Jeonghan looked so nice in a school uniform (then again, he looked good in everything, but there was something in particularabout this outfit.) The fact it suited the older boy so well left Jisoo's throat dry and his mouth unable to form coherent words.

He didn't know when it started, what had made him see his best friend in a new light, but in the long hours they spent together everyday, Jisoo began to put more meaning into once easy, familiar gestures. He began to hone in on Jeonghan's presence more readily, like a constant awareness at the back of his mind. He didn't know when Jeonghan's smile, his touch, the way he said his name became the reason he could get through the day with a light feeling in his heart.

And if he didn't think on it too much, didn't dwell on its implications, he found he could enjoy all the achingly sweet, fluttery feelings without the constant, mind-numbing undercurrent of fear.

It wouldn't do after all to fall in love with your best friend.

It wouldn't do to fall in love at all.

"Cut!" The director yelled, clapping his hands loudly. Seungkwan and Seokmin immediately went over to the camera to review their takes, their excited chattering near-deafening. He and Jihoon exchanged glances, the smaller boy rolling his eyes slightly at the pair's actions, before busying himself with checking any updates on his phone.

Jisoo let out a sigh, sliding down the chair slightly, letting his shoulders slump forward. It was proving to be a valuable experience, of that there was no doubt, but still that didn't mean he wasn't getting tired. It was always one activity after the other, and the brunette sometimes couldn't help but feel lost in the endless whirl.

"Jisoo-ah." Jisoo froze, feeling a familiar pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind, a chin resting on his shoulder and soft strands ticking his cheek. "What are you doing?" Jeonghan hummed low in his throat and Jisoo felt his own bob in sudden nervousness.

"Just resting. I forgot how tiring filming could be." Jisoo said jokingly, praying Jeonghan didn't hear the hitch in his throat when the redhead turned his head and buried his face in his neck, his lips dangerously close to the column of his throat. "Yah, Jeonghannie that tickles!" Jisoo tried to squirm from his hold but the other boy refused to let go.

"Me too! I'm tired too!" Jeonghan whined. "So let me lie down on you, okay?" He didn't even bother waiting for the brunette's reply, snuggling even further into Jisoo's shoulder.

You're fine, Jisoo. You're fine. The dark-haired boy chanted in his head. Still, his body fell into stiff lines, every single one of his nerve endings hyperaware of where Jeonghan's skin brushed his in small, infinitesimal brushes.

"Ah, look at our two hyungs being sweet." Seokmin called out teasingly, walking up to the pair, bright smile constantly in place. "Did filming put you in a Valentines mood? Did you guys already plan your date for that day?" He continued, waggling his eyebrows.

Before Jisoo could even stammer out a reply, Jeonghan beat him to it, tone utterly casual. "Yep, we did, and you're interrupting my private time with my boyfriend-" Seungkwan raised a brow, Seokmin's grin widened, and Jihoon just rolled his eyes. "-so go away and leave us in peace." With that said, Jeonghan went back to his "napping", his red hair spilling loosely, artlessly, over Jisoo's shoulder.

"Yah, Jeonghannie wouldn't it be more comfortable lying somewhere else?" Jisoo whispered, struggling to fight down a blush at the redhead's earlier, cavalier statement as well as the looks the rest of the team continued to throw their way. "Here-" His voice came out in a squeak, anxious. "-you can use my jacket as a pillow, if you want."

"Nope, I'm fine here." Jeonghan spoke in a sing-song tone, and Jisoo felt the redhead's lips curve up against his skin.

"I'm fine just right here."

"Well, well, well if it isn't our incredibly subtle hyung." Seungkwan said dryly once Jeonghan approached, the four of them using their break to observe Jisoo's solo scene on the camera.

"Hmmm? What are you talking about Seungkwan-ah?" Jeonghan asked distractedly, his eyes never leaving the screen, lips quirking in the corners as Jisoo squirmed and fiddled with the lapels of his jacket.

"You and Jisoo-hyung!" Seungkwan waved his arms to emphasize the point, looking affronted. Next to him, Seokmin was nodding emphatically and Jihoon simply raised a single brow. "You have to be careful, you know! I mean, we obviously know because you told us buuut even if you didn't it's so obvious because you aren't discrete at all, and if the other members found it, hell if our producers found out..."

"As long as he doesn't figure it out, it's fine." Jeonghan interrupted Seungkwan mid-rant, his tone low, his gaze still fastened on the boy in question (well, to be fair, rarely did his eyes ever stray away.) "And since he's hopelessly oblivious about these kind of things, I'm sure it'll take ages before he ever realizes I'm in love with him."

Seokmin in a breath, Seungkwan's mouth gaped open, but it was Jihoon's widening eyes that had Jeonghan laughing, somewhat hysterically.

(he didn't know if he should feel relieved that he finally said it out loud, or terrified that he actually did.) 

Jeonghan saw Jisoo glance their way, his expression filled with uncertainty upon hearing their laughter, and the redhead automatically, instinctively, threw him a reassuring smile.

"Good job!" He mouthed, sticking both thumbs up. You're doing great, his eyes continued to say.

Jisoo beamed at that, readily understanding him despite the lack of words, and Jeonghan in turn could easily read the other boy's gratitude, already so in tune with the nuances of his expressions. He chose to ignore the sympathetic looks his dongsaengs were throwing his way, knowing if he gave in to such inclinations, to wallow in his own growing self-pity, he'd never be able to recover.

Or he'd snap and do something completely stupid.

It's ok Jeonghan, he told himself, echoing the thoughts he had for days, weeks, months. It's ok if you can remind his side. Still, his smile felt forced as he watched Jisoo continue to act, his chest aching with pride and another emotion altogether.

He knew he shouldn't have fallen in love with his best friend.

Hell, maybe he shouldn't have fallen in love at all.