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July 6th, 2025

Everyone was currently over at Chan and Felix’s house. It was after dinner, and the kitchen had been cleaned, but Felix had a glass of wine. And then two. And then he started a third and he was currently rambling about wedding plans, or he was. Right now, he was just ranting about how much he loves Chan.

Minho found it amusing how emotional Felix got when he was drunk. He wished he was the same. When he was drunk, he just got tired.

“Oh, my god.” Felix sat up as much as he could, “Did I tell you guys about that one time in high school, when he showed up at my house with flowers for my mom?” Everyone giggled, because that was one of the stories that he had been repeating over and over for the past hour, “No, I don’t think we’ve heard that one yet.” Seungmin replied sarcastically, but Felix couldn’t tell so he immediately started telling the story. Again.

“Okay, so,” He wiped his eyes, “This was like…eleventh grade, and it was our first school dance together, and so, he wanted to make a good impression, right?” Everyone nodded, still immersed in the story even though they’ve already heard it. At least, Minho was. “So, he comes to pick me up, and I’m not finished getting ready yet but he doesn’t know that, so my mom answers the door while I’m going downstairs to get it myself.”

He started sniffling, “And- and as I get down there, he hands my mom a bouquet of her favorite flowers!” Minho laughed softly as Felix started crying, “And he didn’t even know they were her favorites, and he was hiding another bouquet for me behind his back!” 

Chan finally interrupted when Felix started sobbing so hard his whole body shook, “Alright, that’s enough.” He took Felix’s glass from him and picked him up, bridal-style, “Time for bed.”

Felix argued even as Chan carried him off, but Minho was pretty sure that he fell asleep as soon as he hit the mattress.

Chan jogged back out, “Sorry for that, he gets emotional when he drinks.” Everyone laughed, “It’s okay. At least Felix is sweet. Hyunjin just cries.

“Hey!” Hyunin swatted Jeongin, and Minho thought it was the funniest thing ever.

When Jisung and Minho got home, they took turns taking showers. Minho finally had his own clothes, but he still liked to take Jisung’s, so he was wearing a pair of Jisung’s pajama pants. His favorite pair.

It was late, and they were laying in bed. Minho’s head on Jisung’s chest while he played with Minho’s hair.

They weren’t tired, but they both enjoyed the simple act of laying in each other’s presence. It was quiet until Jisung spoke up, “Hey, Min?”

Minho hummed, not able to generate a full response due to his face being smushed against Jisung. “Have you ever thought about marriage?” Minho hummed again, “Yeah. It was one of my biggest dreams when I was a kid. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. Chan and Felix getting married just had me thinking.” And then, quieter, “I don’t think it would hurt to get married in the future.”

Minho fought back a smile, but failed, “I don’t think so either, Jisungie.”

July 8th, 2025

Minho’s fingers shook as he dialed Chan’s number on Jisung’s house phone. He didn’t know why he was so nervous, maybe because he hasn’t had many one-on-one conversations with Chan, but this one was important so he had to fight his nerves.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang, until Chan finally picked up, “‘Yello?”

Minho took a deep breath, “Um,” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. Why was he so nervous? “I want to propose to Jisung but I don’t know how and I need help.”

…Well that was a lot easier than he thought it would be.

Chan was quiet and Minho started thinking that he had messed up, but before he could back-track and apologize, Chan finally spoke up. “Wow. Okay. Uh. What exactly do you need help with?”

“Like…like where do I propose. What do I say? Do I get a ring? And if I do, then what kind? Do I get him flowers too?”

“Okay, Minho, deep breaths, please.” Minho took a deep breath and listened as Chan spoke, “You don’t need to do anything fancy. What kind of stuff does Jisung like to do?” Minho faltered, “Uh…he likes going on walks, and visiting small cafes, and…” Suddenly, Minho got an idea, “I know where I’m gonna do it now. Thank you, Chan. Love you, Chan. Bye, Chan.”

Minho hung up before Chan could ask any questions.

He had one of his worries squashed, but what about the ring? What does he say? Should he write a speech or just say a few words?

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He’ll worry about it one at a time. First, finding a ring was probably the most important, but he didn’t know how to do that. So, naturally, he called Chan again.

“Yes?”

“Can you take me to a jewelry store?”

“Hey, Hyunjin?”

Hyunjin looked up at Jisung, mid-bite, “What?”

“Have you and Jeongin ever thought about getting married?” Hyunjin blinked a few times before squinting at Jisung suspiciously, “Why…?”

Jisung shrugged, “Me and Minho talked about it a few days ago, we both thought it would be nice, but I don’t know if it would actually happen.”

“Do you want to?” Hyunjin asked, genuinely curious. He’s never considered the fact that Jisung could actually get married one day. 

“Well…yeah. I think so. I’ve always thought marriage was pretty cool.” Jisung flicked his hair out of his face and sighed, “But what if Minho doesn’t want to?” Hyunjin gave him a small smile, “It’s still really early, Jisung. It hasn’t even been two months since you guys started dating.”

“But like, I just know he’s the one. Y’know?”

“I guess. I felt that way with Jeongin. But you don’t have to rush, you can take your time. I mean, it took Chan over five years to propose to Felix.” Jisung hummed and looked down at his lap, “Yeah, I guess.”

Maybe Hyunjin was right. He probably shouldn’t rush this, even if he knew Minho was the one.

“Hey, should Jeongin and I get a dog or a cat?”

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows and looked up in confusion, “What?” 

Hyunjin took a bite of his salad, “Well, we want to get a pet but we’re having trouble deciding which one to get.” He sat up straighter, suddenly excited about something, “Oh! I saw this really cute dog at a shelter nearby and I really wanna get him. He looks kind of old. I feel bad. Do you wanna go see him with me after work?”

Jisung smiled, “Yeah, I guess.”

Hyunjin wasn’t lying about the dog. He did look pretty old.

He was a long haired chihuahua with black and white fur. He fit right in Hyunjin’s arms. “Do you think Innie would be mad if I came home with a dog without asking him?” Jisung scratched the dog’s head, “Yeah, probably, but I think you should do it.” 

Hyunjin glanced at Jisung before looking back at the dog, “You’re right.” He turned around to look at the shelter employee next to them, “Can I adopt him?” She smiled and nodded, “Of course! As long as you don’t mind a little bit of paperwork!”

Jisung held the dog while Hyunjin filled out the adoption paperwork and grabbed the dog’s stuff, but he wandered around a bit too. 

Without even realizing it, he had walked to where the cats were, making sure to hold the dog in his arms a bit tighter just in case he didn’t like cats. 

Most of them were asleep, but there was one there, just staring at him. He approached it and they looked at each other before the cat meowed. He was tiny, couldn’t have been more than a few months old. Jisung held the side of his finger up to the door of the cat’s crate so he could sniff him, and he did, he even tried to rub himself against Jisung’s finger but couldn’t.

Jisung smiled. The cat had darker fur, but the underside of him was white. There was a dot of dark fur under his nose, on the left side, like a beauty mark. It reminded Jisung of his.

He would’ve adopted the cat in the blink of an eye if Hyunjin hadn’t found him and taken the dog back, handing Jisung the bag of the dog’s stuff.

They both left the shelter, Hyunjin feeling satisfied while Jisung was still thinking about the cat. He wondered what Minho would think about him.

“The name they gave him was stupid. I want to rename him.”

“To what?”

Hyunjin hummed, “Kkami.” Jisung nodded slowly, “Kkami. That’s cute. I think.” Hyunjin sighed, “I’m hungry. Do you want to get food?” Jisung shrugged, “Sure. Are you going to drop the dog off first?”

“Nope!”

July 12th, 2025

Minho went to sleep last night nervous, and he didn’t feel any better when he woke up.

Even though he and Jisung had kissed, multiple times, he still thought he wouldn’t wake up. Or he would wake up and he wouldn’t be visible to anyone. Even Jisung.

He winced, blinking a few times to adjust to the sun peeking in through the blinds. He had an arm around Jisung, who was fast asleep. Mouth slightly open and his hair messy, sprawled out on the pillow. He smiled at Jisung fondly, brushing a piece of hair away from his face.

Jisung flinched and opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to adjust before smiling when he saw Minho, “Good morning.” He murmured, yawning immediately and scooting closer to Minho, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

They both laid like that for a few more minutes, soaking in each other’s warmth.

Minho got up first to make them breakfast because Jisung complained that he wanted a few more minutes of sleep, and Minho let him because it was Jisung’s day off and he deserves his beauty sleep.

The strong smell of bacon and eggs filled the apartment. Minho always loved the smell of breakfast in the morning. It was sentimental to him. Nostalgic.

Minho was zoned out, staring at the bacon cooking, until he suddenly jumped at the feeling of arms wrapping around his waist from behind, “Finally awake?”

Jisung groaned, Minho could feel him nod his head against his back. “Do you want to put on some music while I finish cooking?” Jisung nodded again and peeled himself away from Minho to turn music on.

Jisung turned on one of Minho’s favorite playlists, filled with old love songs that he could listen to all day and never get tired of. Minho loved old music.

The intro to Forever by The Little Dippers sounded throughout Jisung’s apartment as he wrapped his arms around Minho’s waist once more. Minho swayed his hips side-to-side, forcing Jisung to follow the action. He hummed along to the song and Jisung laid his head against Minho’s back, still half-asleep.

“Do you want toast?” Minho asked softly, tapping the spatula he was using to stir the eggs against the side of the pan. Jisung nodded and continued to hold onto Minho as he walked around the kitchen.

The song ended as Minho plated their food and Minho smiled as he heard the next one start. Baby Love by The Supremes.

“Oh, Jisungie, I love this song!” He spun around and grabbed Jisung’s hands, intertwining their fingers. He pulled Jisung into the living room, right in front of the couch and the tv currently playing the music.

Jisung smiled as Minho spun them around happily, matching the energy of the song. Minho held their hands up and spun Jisung around by himself before pulling him back in with a hand on his waist, kissing the tip of his nose. “You’re so pretty in the morning.” Minho whispered, smoothing down Jisung’s bedhead.

Jisung blushed and pushed him away, “Shut up.” 

Minho ‘aww’d him and jutted his bottom lip out, “What’s wrong, Jisungie?” He puckered his lips dramatically, asking Jisung for a kiss. Jisung gave him one. A small peck on the lips before walking away, “The food's getting cold.”

“Oh, I kind of forgot about the food.” Minho laughed and walked over to the counter, grabbing the two plates of food and setting one in front of Jisung, the other in front of himself.

“Thank you for the food.” Jisung said before taking a bite of the eggs and humming, his cheeks filling up with food.

Ladyfingers by Herp Albert & The Tijuana Brass played in the background as they ate. They ate in silence, but it wasn’t for long because Jisung had trouble staying quiet for that long, “Hyunjin got a dog.”

Minho hummed, “Really?” Jiusng nodded, swallowing his bite of toast, “He adopted him, like, last week, named him Kkami.”

“What kind of dog is he?”

“A long-haired chihuahua, I think. He’s pretty cute. Kind of looks like Hyunjin, now that I think about it.”

Minho laughed softly and opened his mouth to say something but Jisung interrupted him and shot up like he just remembered something, “Oh! Do you want to go to the shelter later? I wanna show you something. Or, someone, I think.”

Minho squinted his eyes suspiciously but nodded, “Sure.” Jisung smiled and continued to eat.

Misty by Lesley Gore played, and Minho hummed along to it, tapping the side of his foot against the chair at the same time.

Mornings like this were his favorite. The domestic feeling of it all. He thrived off of it.

Minho was sure about his decision to propose. Jisung could run him over with a car and Minho would still get down on one knee and ask for his hand in marriage. He had most of it planned. The ring, the location. All he was worried about was what Jisung would say.

It was a yes or no question, but it was the most nerve-wracking.

The ring was currently hiding in a jar in the cleaning cabinet. One he knows Jisung will never open. It looked like a container of cleaning powder, but the inside was cleaned out, and the only thing in it was the ring that Minho bought.

Minho rested his chin on his palm, watching fondly as Jisung took a bite of his toast and stared holes into the table while he chewed.

Minho loves Jisung more than words could ever possibly describe.

Jisung dragged Minho to the shelter excitedly, but he wouldn’t tell Minho why.

He held Minho’s hand as he walked to where the cats were, and it took everything in Minho not to walk off and ask if he could adopt all of them. Jisung stopped in front of one of the crates. A dark colored cat with white fur on his tummy, spreading all the way to his chin.

‘Dori’ is what the tag on his crate said. He was small, barely a few months old, but he looked happy to see Jisung. Dori rubbed himself against the door of his crate, like he was asking them to adopt him. “Have you been cheating on our cats?” Minho squinted at Jisung, who put his hands up in surrender, “What? No! I guess he just…remembers my scent, or something.”

Jisung held his finger up to Dori, who rubbed his face against it, “Isn’t he just so cute?” Jisung said, side-eyeing Minho.

“Why are you acting like I’m gonna say no?”

“What?” Jisung looked at him, Dori still rubbing against his finger.

“It’s a cat, Jisung. Of course I want to bring him home.”

“Oh. Okay. Phew, I guess.” Jisung pulled his finger back, “Stay here while I get his paperwork, and stuff.” Minho nodded and watched as Jisung walked off.

Minho looked back at Dori, who was still rubbing himself against the door, “Doesn’t that hurt? You’ve been doing it for, like, five minutes now.” Dori meowed at him and Minho nodded slowly, “Fair.”

Jisung came back after a few minutes with a worker and a carrier. The worker opened his crate and with the help of Jisung, managed to get Dori into the carrier that Jisung had bought, “Why’d you buy one, we have some at home?”

“Well, yeah, but that would’ve ruined the surprise. And we needed another one anyway, we only have three.”

Minho shrugged, “Okay.”

The worker handed Minho Dori’s blanket and a few of his toys, closing the empty crate after, “You two have fun!” She said, waving them off. Jisung waved back and then they walked away. Minho held the door open for Jisung, who was holding the plastic carrier in his arms.

“Wasn’t that such a good surprise? Are you feeling surprised? Shocked, even?”

“Yes. You shocked me so much, I’m surprised I’m not having a heart attack right now.” Minho monotoned, but he flinched when Jisung smacked his arm, “Hey!”

“Don’t get sassy, I was just asking a question!”

“Or two.”

“Or three.” Jisung said with a smile. 

They decided to have a movie night. Blankets, and popcorn, and soda. The whole deal.

Jisung chose the movie again. The Titanic.

“It gets a little sad towards the end, but it was my favorite as a kid. I watched it like twenty times in one week.” Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around Jisung as he laid in between Minho’s legs, holding the bowl of popcorn in his lap.

Minho could tell, as the movie progressed, that Jisung really liked romance movies. Jisung traced patterns into Minho’s palm slowly as they watched the movie together, his head laying back against Minho’s stomach.

Minho suddenly got stuck in his head watching Jack and Rose argue over whose part of the ship it was.

He should probably tell Jisung the truth before he proposed. Before it was too late. The guilt of going this long without telling him was starting to eat him up inside. He gulped, and Jisung could feel the way that Minho tensed, “Minho?” Jisung squeezed his hand and looked up, “Are you okay?”

Minho nodded and smiled down at Jisung, “I’m okay.” Jisung looked at him worriedly but turned his head back to the movie. A few minutes later, quieter than before, “Jisungie, can we talk?”

Jisung glanced at him nervously but reached for the remote and paused the movie, both of them sitting up, “What’s wrong?”

“So,” Minho picked at his nails, unsure of how to even start this conversation, “Do you remember when you took me to Chan and Felix’s house for the first time, and everyone acted like they couldn’t see me?”

Jisung nodded, “I don’t know why they would act like that, it was pretty rude.”

Minho chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, “Well…they weren’t necessarily acting.”

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“They couldn’t see me, Jisung. Like, actually, they couldn’t see me at all.”

Jisung shook his head slightly, “I don’t understand.”

Minho sighed. Not in annoyance, just mental preparation. “I’m dead, Jisung. Or I was. I’m not anymore.” Jisung was in shock, his mouth slightly agape, but he wasn’t saying anything so Minho tried to explain further, “It’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you with details, but-”

“Bore me.”

Minho blinked a few times, “What?”

“Bore me with the details. I want to know everything about you, Minho. I don’t care if it’s like watching paint dry, I want to hear it.” Jisung huffed a laugh and looked down at his lap, “I’m also very confused right now.”

Minho stared at him, his eyes filled with raw infatuation. He nodded, “Okay.”

Jisung watched as Minho took a deep breath and adjusted in his seat, “When I told you that I was really good at Mario World when it came out, I wasn’t lying. I was born in 1965, but I died in 1992. I overdosed on my medicine while I was drunk and I died.”

Jisung looked like he was close to tears already but Minho carried on, “When I died, it was like this…dream? This lady held my head in her lap and said I could have another chance at life as long as I met my soulmate, but I only had three months. I accepted anyway.”

Minho looked Jisung in the eyes, “Jisung, you have no idea how long I was searching until you came along. I had given up at some point, and made that old park bench my home.”

“So that’s why you were always there before me!”

Minho nodded, “Yup. I thought I was doomed. Cursed to the afterlife forever. Until you sat on that same bench, and you could see me. You’re my soulmate, Jisungie.”

Minho watched a tear slide down Jisung’s cheek, but before he could wipe it away and ask why he was crying, Jisung lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Minho, crying into his shoulder

Minho rubbed Jisung’s back as he cried, his shoulder shaking slightly.

Jisung didn’t know why he was crying. Maybe it was how Minho died, or maybe it was Minho calling him his soulmate. Jisung didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care.

He didn’t care if Minho was one hundred years old, so long as he was right here, rubbing his hand up and down Jisung’s back, kissing the side of his head as Jisung cried into the crook of his neck, then Jisung was happy and content.

They sat like that long enough for the tv to ask if they were still watching the movie, but neither of them noticed, because they were only looking at each other. Minho had his cheek smushed against the top of Jisung’s head that was laying against Minho’s chest. Minho had his arms wrapped around Jisung, but he was sitting up, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“I know you cried a lot, but you’re a lot calmer than I thought you would be.” Minho spoke quietly, like Jisung would startle if Minho talked too loud or too suddenly. Jisung laughed softly, “I don’t care how old you are, or if you were dead. I just care that you’re here now.”

Minho smiled and kissed the top off Jisung’s head, “Me too, Jisungie.”

They never finished the movie.

July 13th, 2025

That morning, Minho made Jisung a hearty breakfast before he went to work. Eggs, toast, and bacon. 

It was the afternoon, and almost time for Jisung’s short lunch break, so he pulled his jacket on and grabbed the bag of food that Minho had prepared for Jisung, and locked the cats up in their room before slipping his shoes on and leaving.

If he got there in time, he would make it at just the right time for him to be able to sit with Jisung while he ate, or at least be able to see his reaction. He’s done this before, but he times it enough that Jisung is always surprised when he does.

It was a nice day out. The birds were chirping, the sky was blue and full of bright, white clouds, and the sun was shining but it wasn’t too hot, which was surprising for the middle of July.

The bell above the door to Jisung’s work rang as Minho pushed it open, and Jisung looked up and smiled as soon as he saw Minho.

Minho approached the counter, “Does Jisung work here?”

Jisung tapped his chin a few times, “Hmm, I don’t know…I think he’s off today.” Minho shook his head and made a ‘tsk’ sound, “Well, I guess I’ll have to eat this cheesecake by myself-”

“Actually, what a shock, he is working today! Isn’t that just amazing?”

Minho smirked and watched Jisung walk around the counter, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the breakroom, “You two disgust me!” Hyunjin yelled to them as they walked off, but Jisung just flipped him off in response.

Minho set the food down on the table, placing the bag on the floor next to him once he pulled everything out, “Mild Jin noodles and cheesecake? Minho, I could kiss you.” He looked at Minho with big eyes, “What’s stopping you?”

Jisung smiled, “Nothing.” He leaned over and gave Minho a quick peck on the lips, “Sit down, I’m hungry.”

“I can’t stay, unfortunately.” 

Jisung looked at him, his eyebrows upturned, “Why not?”

“I have stuff to do. Secret stuff.” He kissed Jisung on the cheek, “I love you. Eat as much as you can.”

“Sir, yes sir. Love you too.” Jisung grumbled, already digging into the noodles.

Minho waved to Hyunjin on his way out, and Hyunjin waved back, to Minho’s surprise.

He didn’t really have anything to do today, but he visited the park. The ducks were still there, and the ducklings were fully grown.

The ugly duckling was still there, Minho could see him. He looked like all the other ducks, but some of his fur was dark, and looked coarse. He stood out, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

He pulled the few pieces of bread he packed out of his bag and ripped a piece off of one of the slices, tossing it in the ducks direction to get their attention. One of the ducks ate the piece he threw while the others waddled towards him.

“Hi, hi.” Minho said as he sat down, “It’s been awhile, I know.” The ducks surrounded him immediately, “I’m bringing someone tomorrow, you guys know him,” Minho said as he continued to pick off pieces of bread and toss them on the ground near him, “I’m gonna propose but, shh, you can’t tell him!”

Someone walked by and gave Minho a weird look for feeding and talking to the ducks, but he glared at him and they sped up, “I’m almost out of bread, you guys. Slow down!” Minho giggled as one of the ducks took a piece of bread from the palm of his hand.

“Okay,” Minho tossed the last piece, “I’m fresh out. Sorry.” He patted one of the ducks on the head as it sniffed around him, searching for more bread, “I’m coming back with more tomorrow, okay? And a guest, like I said, so you guys have to behave.”

The ducks waddled back to the pond once they realized Minho didn’t have any more food, but one of them stayed behind. The ugly duckling, just like last time, “You again, huh?” Minho smiled and the duck quacked at him. 

Minho shook his head, “If you say so.” The duck flapped his wings, trying to get up on the bench next to Minho, but his legs were too short. Minho laughed and bent down to pick the duck up, setting him on the bench, “You’ve gotten so big.” He smiled and watched as the duck settled in his lap, just like last time, tucking his feet under himself and closing his eyes.

Minho pet the duck as he slept, stroking his feathers softly.

Minho liked it here. It was nice, the ducks felt like family to him. It was a nice spot to think. 

Minho got stuck in his head while the duck slept in his lap, but it was less thinking and more daydreaming. 

Jisung. Proposing to Jisung. Getting married to Jisung. Living with Jisung. Waking up to Jisung. Not that he doesn’t do that already, but waking up to him as a married couple.

Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. He didn’t even know if Jisung would say yes. But then again, why wouldn’t he?

Maybe he was thinking too hard, analyzing every interaction he and Jisung had ever had over, and over, and over again just to see if he had missed something. He hadn’t. Jisung loves him. Jisung will say yes, and they’ll live happily ever after in Jisung’s apartment with four cats. Maybe five, if Minho’s lucky.

The duck stayed in his lap until it was time for Minho to go home because Jisung had just gotten off of work. He picked up the duck carefully and set him down on the ground, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” He waved at the duck as it waddled away, obviously still tired, and he laughed when it stumbled a bit and almost tripped.

The walk home was nice. The birds were still chirping but the sun was hidden behind a big group of clouds. The wind whistled by and jostled the bush of red camellias that Minho always passes on his way home. He never really looked at them until now.

The deep red of the flower was almost enchanting, Minho loved it. He looked around like he was doing something illegal before plucking one of the flowers off of the bush. He brushed any dirt off and picked off the stray leaves.

Minho liked red camellias, and what they represented. Happiness, everlasting love. Faithfulness. Everything he hoped to have with Jisung. Everything he’s sure he already has.

He got to Jisung’s work just in time. Jisung was arguing with Hyunjin at the counter, but he was on the opposite side as Hyunjin, and his bag was slung over his shoulder.

He didn’t know what they were arguing about. He didn’t really care. 

He tip-toed over to Jisung and stood behind him. Hyunjin noticed him and he put his finger to his lips, telling him to stay quiet. And he did. Hyunjin continued to argue with Jisung. 

Hyunjin knew that he was wrong, he just liked to make Jisung mad. 

Jisung took a deep breath, “Whatever, I’m done arguing with you when you’re obviously wrong.” He ran a hand down his face, “I need to go before I pop a blood vessel.” He turned around and yelped when he saw Minho, stumbling and almost falling on his ass if Minho hadn’t grabbed him.

“Jesus Christ! Are you two trying to kill me?” He said with a hand over his fast-beating heart. Minho smiled and Hyunjin scoffed playfully, “That’s awfully dramatic.” Jisung glared at Hyunjin, “Hilarious, coming from you.”

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows and stood up straighter, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Before they could get into another argument, Minho grabbed Jisung’s arm and pulled him toward the exit, “We’re leaving now.” He waved to Hyunjin as he walked out, still gripping Jisung’s arm. He didn’t get a wave back, but he wasn’t too shocked.

“So, what were you guys arguing about?” Minho asked as they walked. 

“He kept telling me that Playstation was better than Xbox. It’s not.”

“Hmm. I don’t know, Jisungie. I’ve always thought that Playstation was much better.”

“Do you even know what I'm talking about?”

Minho laughed, “No, I just like seeing you worked up like that. It’s cute.”

Jisung blushed and loosened his shoulders. Minho watched as they slouched, “Shut up.” Minho smiled and pinched Jisung’s cheek, “Never.”

July 14th, 2025

Today was the day.

Today was the day.

Minho was going to propose to Jisung. He was actually going to do it.

There wasn’t a single word in the dictionary that could describe how nervous he was.

Hysterical, maybe. That was probably a good start.

Jisung was off today, magically, and Minho started thinking that every god was on his side today. Jisung was off of work, the weather was nice, and the park was empty so when Minho proposes, there’s no chance of him being recorded or aww’d at by random strangers.

They brought two loaves of bread this time, so they could each have their own and also make sure each duck gets at least one piece. Jisung tried to turn that into a One Piece reference when Minho explained why they were bringing two loaves, but Minho didn’t understand so Jisung dropped it out of embarrassment.

The ugly duckling, that Minho eventually named Shiro, because the duck is mostly white, was standing by the side of the bench, trying to nip at Minho’s loaf of bread. He would’ve been successful if he wasn’t quacking while reaching for it.

“Stop it! You can just ask, you don’t have to get physical!” Minho grabbed a piece of bread and ripped off a piece, making sure it was bigger than the other pieces, and tossed it to Shiro.

“Favoritism.” Jisung commented, tossing a piece of bread straight into one of the duck’s mouths. “And I have no shame.” Minho replied with a smile. Jisung huffed a laugh and tossed his last piece of bread, “Okay. I’m all out.”

“Me too.” Minho gave his last piece to Shiro.

The sun had started to go down, and in a few minutes, Minho was sure that the sky would be painted in pinks and oranges, casting a golden hue down on Jisung’s perfect skin.

Jisung looked nice today. His hair was wavy, and he had his glasses on. He had an unbuttoned, short-sleeved flannel on with a white undershirt, matched with a pair of blue, baggy jeans, pooling around his feet even while he was sitting down.

Minho whole-heartedly believes that Jisung could wear an empty potato sack and still look amazing.

The ducks waddled back to the pond, but Shiro stayed, just like always. He tried to get on the bench again, but he was still too small, so Minho picked him up and set him in between him and Jisung.

Jisung glanced down at the duck before looking back up at Minho, “Is this the one you always tell me about?” Minho looked at Jisung and smiled, nodding his head, “Yes. He always lays in my lap when I’m done feeding all of them. I didn’t even know ducks were able to fall asleep in people’s laps, but it would appear I was wrong.”

Jisung smiled and scratched the top of Shiro’s head with the tip of his finger. “He’s sweet.”

Minho nodded and looked back at the sky.

Pink and orange painting the sky, golden hue shining down. The sun halfway below the horizon.

This was it. It was now or never.

Minho swallowed his nerves and stood up, standing in front of Jisung. Shiro stayed put, his eyes slowly closing but still watching Minho’s every move. “Minho?” Jisung watched him fidget, his hands flex at his sides. 

Minho took a deep breath and knelt down, looking up at Jisung. “Minho…?” Jisung asked again, quieter this time, as Minho fished around in his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Jisung clapped a hand over his mouth. Minho cleared his throat, “Jisung. I’m…awkard with these types of things, but,” He chewed the inside of his bottom lip, repeating Chan’s words in his head over, and over.

“Don’t overthink it.” 

Just go with the flow. Minho could do that. Probably.

“You came into my life at one of the worst moments for me, and you changed it for the better. You changed me. I saw a future with you after not wanting a future for my whole life.” He swallowed his nerves again, “I love you, Jisung. I always will.”

Jisung was crying. Ugly tears that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you wiped them. He nodded frantically, his shoulders shaking as he leaned down to pull Minho into a tight hug, “I love you too.” He croaked, his throat still raw from crying.

Minho smiled so hard it started to hurt. Jisung pulled back and Minho grabbed one of his hands, sliding the ring onto his finger. It was a nice ring. A silver band with a diamond in the middle, not a huge one but it was big enough for it to be noticeable.

It shimmered as Jisung looked at it. Freshly polished. Shiny, brand-new.

They stood at the same time, almost knocking into each other. Jisung pulled Minho into another hug but pulled back to kiss him. That was when everyone cheered.

Jisung pulled back shocked, watching his whole friend group come out from behind the big tree by the pond, clapping and cheering, “What?”

Jeongin walked towards them from a different direction, “I got some really good ones.” He said with a smile, his camera wrapped around his neck.

“They’re all here?” Jisung asked, looking at everyone with his hands still on Minho’s shoulders. “Well, it was originally supposed to just be Jeongin, but then Hyunjin invited himself and told everyone else about it.”

Jisung wiped a few of his stray tears. Chan came up beside him and patted his back a little too hard, wrapping his arm around his shoulders, “I think this calls for a celebration dinner, huh? How does everyone feel about a few lamb-chops?”

“You and that damn grill.” Felix tsked, “I should throw that thing away.” 

Everyone laughed but Minho and Jisung agreed to the lamp-chops with no hesitation.

“Do you two want to see the pictures?” Jeongin asked, holding his camera up, pulling the strap out from around his head. Minho looked at Jisung, who was already looking at Minho. They asked each other the same thing but they didn’t say anything. The others called it creepy, the way Jisung and Minho could understand each other with just a look. No words spoken.

“I want to see them!” Hyunjin spoke up, already peeking over Jeongin’s shoulders. Minho and Jisung walked to each side of him, looking at the pictures he took.

Jisung was surprised that Jeongin didn’t do this professionally. The pictures were beautiful.

The golden hue painted both of them in a beautiful, honey-tinted filter. It reminded Minho of Jisung’s skin, fair and smooth. 

Jeongin got a silly one of Jisung mid-sob, and Jisung smacked him on the arm. Jeongin just laughed and showed them the next one.

“I can print these out, but it’ll take a few days.”

Jisung smiled at Minho, “Can you?” Minho asked, still looking down at his camera, “‘Course! Just tell me which ones you want.”

Jeongin was an artist who worked at an art store that supported all kinds of arts. Music, painting, photography, theatre, you name it. That’s where he and Hyunjin met. “I’ll have to use the printer at my work though, so it’ll take a bit, but I’ll get them printed as fast as I can.”

He looped his camera strap back around his neck and smiled as Minho thanked him, “Thank you, Yennie.” Jeongin shook his head, “It’s no problem, really. I’m just glad I got to put that skill to use.”

It was quiet for a bit. Minho kissed Jisung’s cheek before speaking up, “Lamp-chops?”

“Lamp-chops!” Chan said excitedly, pumping his fist into the air, “We don’t even have any!” Felix said, following Chan back to their car. Everyone followed Felix. “Then we’ll stop at the store!” Chan exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air again. Felix groaned, but Minho could tell that he didn’t actually care that much.

A proposal celebrated with lamb-chops. Minho didn’t think he would ever have a favorite Monday, but he stands corrected.

August 1st, 2025

Felix and Chan’s wedding. 

There had been so much wedding talk going on the past few weeks. Minho would’ve been sick of it if his wedding wasn’t included.

His wedding. It felt so weird to him that he could say that now.

His wedding. His wedding. He’s actually getting married. He wondered if there were five stages of getting married. If there was, he’s still in the denial stage, right on the border of acceptance and ‘groom completely enamored with his bride so he lets her pick whatever she wants just to see her happy’.

Or, him, in his situation.

Either way, five stages or no stages, Minho was happy.

Minho snapped out of his thoughts when the music started. A piano cover of Puppy Love by Paul Anka. 

Felix wanted a big wedding. A church with a priest, the pews decorated with wreaths of flowers on the side. White and pink. Felix’s choice. Felix wanted to hire someone for music, but Changbin offered since, somehow, he can play the piano and DJ. 

The doors opened and everyone looked at Felix as he stood there, dressed in a crisp, white suit. A thin, white lace veil clipped at the top of his head, running all the way down to the floor, trailing behind him as he walked. There was a shorter side, laying carefully over his face.

 His bouquet was a mix of white and pink. Pink cosmos for Chan, light purple asters for Felix. Their birth flowers. White sprinkled in just for aesthetic purposes.

Hyunjin tossed flower petals out on the red carpet leading to the altar. White rose petals. When he finished, he quickly sat down next to Jeongin and placed the basket on the floor, next to his feet.

Felix walked down the aisle with the biggest, brightest smile on his face, his cheeks red from how hard he was smiling. 

Minho didn’t have to look to see how teary-eyed Chan was. He could already hear the sniffling, and Felix was only half-way there.

Even through the veil, Minho could tell that Felix was also getting teary-eyed. Maybe a little too teary.

He got to the altar, and they faced each other. The priest started his speech, and they exchanged their vows. Chan flipped Felix’s veil, revealing his face, still smiling.

They kissed. Felix’s hand on Chan’s cheek, while Chan’s hand was on Felix’s waist. They pulled back and everyone cheered.

The reception was Minho’s favorite part, if he was honest. Cake, grilled meat, enough soup options that he could cry of happiness. He watched with a smile as Chan and Felix both held the knife handle and cut the first slice of cake, looping their arms together to feed each other the first bite.

The first dance was nice. Mostly because Minho recommended the song. Forever by The Little Dippers. One of his favorites, and a perfect song to slow dance to. 

After the first dance, the newly-weds ate while Changbin DJ’d. Hyunjin found the alcohol shockingly fast. Minho was almost impressed. Though, he wasn’t surprised when Hyunjin started dancing as soon as he had a few drinks in him. 

Eventually, Felix started dancing with him. And Jisung. Chan and Minho both watched their partners dance with the biggest smile on their face. A fond one. They were both whipped.

“So,” Chan took a sip of his wine, “You guys decide on a date yet?”

Minho hummed, chewing a bite of his steak, “April twelfth. The first day we met. Jisung thought it would be romantic, and whatever he says, goes.” Chan laughed, “He was right, that is romantic.”

“What about you two? Why did you pick today?” Minho asked, taking another bite of his steak. Chan did the same, waving his fork around in the air as he spoke, “Today was the few year anniversary of the day we first saw Bo-mi. We adopted her a few days later, but Felix thought it would be sweet. He’s obsessed with that dog, but it’s a crime if I want to use my grill.” Chan shook his head.

“You sound like a married couple already.” Minho said, huffing a laugh.

After the wedding, Chan and Felix drove off in their new fancy car after saying goodbye to everyone. ‘Just Married!’ painted on the back windshield in bright, white paint. 

Minho didn’t know exactly what their honeymoon was, but they said it was somewhere in Paris, which sounded nice, so Minho didn’t really ask any more questions. 

Minho and Jisung stood in the bedroom of their now shared apartment, even though they were already sharing it. It was just official now. 

Minho peeled his blazer off, shimmying his tie loose after.

“All the wedding stuff today has me excited.” Jisung said, placing his tie on top of their dresser. Or his dresser, rather. Minho claimed the closet.

“Me too, Jisungie.” Minho snaked his arms around Jisung’s waist, placing his face in the crook of his neck, placing a soft kiss there. “You looked so good tonight, jagi.” He kissed a trail up from Jisung’s neck, to the spot under his ear, where Minho knew it was sensitive, “Wanted to eat you up, right in front of everyone.

Minho nibbled the spot under Jisung’s ear and relished in the way Jisung squirmed. “Really?” Jisung whimpered, watching Minho kiss and bite at his neck through the full-body mirror in front of them.

Minho nodded, “Mhm. I was aching to rip your clothes off and have you, right on the dance floor,” Minho switched sides, “But, it was Chan and Felix’s big day. I couldn’t make it all about us.”

Jisung gulped and nodded, his breath shaky, “Of course not.”

Minho smirked and bit down on the spot where Jisung’s neck meets his shoulder, licking it right after. “What’s wrong, Jisungie? Is there something you want?” Minho’s lips ghosted over Jisung’s neck, sending a chill down his spine. Minho kissed the spot behind Jisung’s ear, watching the way he gulped, the way his hands shook, even as he gripped Minho’s.

“Y-You.” His breath was still shaky. Minho smiled and pulled back. Jisung whined at the loss of Minho and his warmth.

Minho grabbed Jisung’s shoulder and turned him around, running his hands up and down Jisung’s sides. Kneading his hips, gripping his waist, trailing his hands up and over his pecs, massaging his shoulders.

Touch. Touch. Touch. 

All Minho wanted to do was touch.

And Jisung let him. Because they’re both greedy. They both want more, and more, and more.

Jisung put his hands on Minho’s cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Minho gripped Jisung’s waist tighter, pulling him impossibly closer.

Minho’s hand slid around to Jisung’s ass, and Minho squeezed so hard that Jisung jumped, looking at Minho in shock. Their lips were shiny with spit, a string of it connecting them when Jisung pulled back.

They looked at each other, saying everything without saying anything. They kissed again, meeting each other halfway. Jisung’s hands back on Minho’s cheeks, his fingers gripping at his neck while Minho held his hips, grabbing and kneading. 

They kissed and walked at the same time, backing up to the bed without leaving one another.

Jisung landed on his back with a huff, immediately pulling Minho down for another kiss. Minho planted a knee onto the bed, using it as leverage to climb over Jisung, his hands gripping the sheets on both sides of Jisung’s head.

Jisung moved his hands up, working at the buttons of Minho’s dress shirt. Minho pulled back once Jisung finished unbuttoning. He pulled his shirt off slow, but with purpose, noticing the way Jisung’s pupils dilated when his shirt was fully off.

He leaned back down,  kissing Jisung again. It was sloppy, and wet, and they both loved it. 

He used one hand to start unbuttoning Jisung’s shirt. Slow, teasingly slow.

“Minho,” Jisung whined, licking his already wet lips. “What, Jisungie? What’s wrong?” Minho said, nosing at Jisung’s cheek as he continued to unbutton his shirt painfully slow, “Please.”

Jisung whimpered, jutting his hips up against Minho, who smirked, “‘Please’ what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

Minho smiled and pulled back, finally done unbuttoning Jisung’s shirt, “Since you asked so nicely.”

He pulled Jisung into another kiss, and Jisung sat up to peel his shirt off, chucking it somewhere across the room.

They moved up the bed, Jisung laying his head against the pillows and Minho undid his jeans, shucking them off along with his underwear. Jisung laid bare under Minho, shivering from the cold and the pure ecstasy clouding the room.

Minho stood and took his own pants off, his underwear following.

“You’re beautiful, Jisungie.” Minho whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. Jisung whimpered. It was quiet, but Minho heard it. He kissed a trail down from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, kissing the spots he made earlier. He kissed down to his collarbone, and his tits, which he stopped to appreciate.

He bit one of Jisung’s pecs, licking over it as he squeezed the other one shamelessly. He looked up to see Jisung watching him, his lip in his mouth and his eyebrows upturned.

He continued his trek down Jisung’s body, kissing his abs and down his stomach. He ghosted his lips around where Jisung needed him the most, relishing in the way Jisung whined.

He grabbed Jisung’s thighs, gripping the meat of them as he kissed his inner thigh. Kissing and licking, occasionally nibbling, just to see Jisung’s reaction. He continued to kiss at his thighs as he used his free hand to hold Jisung’s cock. He stroked slowly, up and down, watching Jisung like a hawk.

Minho wanted to know everything. His sweet spots, what made him whimper, and whine, and writhe against the sheets. 

Jisung swallowed nothing, his fingers tangled in the blanket underneath them, “Minho, please…” He whispered, watching Minho stroke him with glassy eyes.

“Okay, jagi.” Minho kissed Jisung’s inner thigh a few more times before sitting up. He leaned down, kissing Jisung as he reached over, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out lube and a condom.

He lubed his fingers up, pecking at Jisung’s jaw. He sat back, spreading Jisung’s legs, “You ready?” What a gentleman. Jisung nodded and took a deep breath.

It’s not like they haven’t done this before, but Minho always asked. He doesn’t care if they do this a million times and more, he always asks and checks on Jisung. It’s the right thing to do. He’d feel gross if he didn’t.

He stroked Jisung’s thigh as he pushed in, up to the first knuckle, watching the way Jisung’s eyebrows furrowed and his jaw went slack. “Deep breaths, Sungie.” Jisung nodded and Minho pushed in more, this time the second knuckle. 

Jisung’s breath was shaky as he inhaled, swallowing a moan as Minho pushed in farther. 

Minho looked up and Jisung nodded before he could even ask. Minho smiled and leaned down to kiss him. Jisung hand tangled in Minho’s hair, pulling slightly when Minho pulled his finger out, pushing it back in.

In and out, in and out.

The next time he pushed in, a second finger joined him. Jisung moaned into Minho’s mouth, his eyes watery with tears. 

In and out, in and out. Again, and again, until Minho pushed a third finger in, and Jisung had to pull back from the kiss so he could breathe. His fingers were still in Minho’s hair as Minho leaned down, nibbling and biting at Jisung’s neck as he pushed his fingers in and out.

Jisung was in heaven. He felt light, barely even real. The way Minho’s finger felt inside of him had his toes curling, his back arching. He wanted more.

“More.” He whined, a tear sliding down his cheek. Minho kissed it away, pulling his fingers out slowly. “Ask and you shall receive, jagi.”

Minho pulled back, looping Jisung’s legs around his waist. “Deep breaths.”

Jisung nodded and inhaled, forcing his inhale out with a moan when Minho pushed inside of him. Minho groaned, he wasn’t even halfway in yet if Jisung squeezed him any tighter, he’d cum right there. He pushed past that feeling and pushed into Jisung farther, gripping the meat of his thighs.

Minho bottomed out and they both went still. Minho brushed a few strands of hair out of Jisung’s face, and wiped a tear that slipped out, “You okay?” Jisung nodded shakily, taking a deep breath, “Y-You can move.” He gulped.

Minho pulled out before thrusting back in slowly, examining Jisung’s face. 

He sped up once he saw Jisung relax. Each thrust faster than the one before it. Minho gripped Jisung’s hips, digging his fingers into his skin so hard that he wouldn’t be surprised if they bruised. He’d be proud.

Jisung moaned and arched his back, sweat mixed with tears. The sound of skin against skin was all you could hear, the smell of sex and pleasure filled the room, making Jisung’s head cloudy.

He could feel himself getting close, “Wai- Wait,” He removed his legs from Minho’s waist, “What’s wrong?” Minho looked worried, but he knew exactly what was happening when Jisung pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of him to straddle his hips.

Jisung lined himself up and sank down without stopping for a breath. He has a goal, and he has no intention of stopping until he reaches it.

His thighs burned as he bounced. Up and down, up and down. He held onto Minho’s pecs for leverage, his head hanging down. He didn’t realize he was crying until Minho wiped away his tears, “Let go, Jisungie.”

And he did.

His hips stuttered as he came, pushing himself through his orgasm. Minho gripped Jisung’s hips and planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into him fast and hard, chasing his own release. They shared a moan as Minho came, and Jisung felt the warmth spread inside of him, even through the condom.

Jisung fell forward onto Minho, who wrapped his arms around Jisung, holding him close. He kissed the side of Jisung’s face as they laid there, catching their breaths.

“I didn’t know weddings made you horny.” Jisung said, huffing a breathless laugh. Minho giggled, “I didn’t either.”

They cleaned up and climbed into bed, the cats at their feet. Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung from behind, kissing the spot behind his ear.

“I love you, Jisung.”

Jisung smiled and scooted backwards, moving impossibly closer to Minho, “I love you too.”

April 12th, 2026

The day of their wedding. And the one year anniversary of when they first met.

It was a small wedding, hosted in the backyard of Chan and Felix’s house. They didn’t want big, but it was still special.

Felix made the cake, Hyunjin made the flower arrangements, Jeongin’s the photographer, Chan is the “priest”, and Changbin is the DJ. Again. They thought about renting suits, but decided on just buying them, because why not.

They were matching. White suits, light gray lapels on the blazers, and dark dress shoes. Minho’s tie was pink, and Jisung’s was green. A red camellia sat in each of their blazer pockets.

The music started, and Minho took a deep breath, focusing on the back door.

My Own True Love by Connie Stevens filled his ear as he watched the back door open, revealing Jisung. 

Minho knew what he would look like, they bought and tried on the suits together, but it was still surprising to him. 

Jisung looked unreal. Ethereal. His hair was curled and styled, his suit was crisp and ironed, and Minho wanted to run over there and kiss him. 

He walked down the aisle, which was just a trail of flower petals that Hyunjin had tossed out. Neither of them looked away from each other. It felt like it was just them, a spotlight shining down on only them in a dark room. To them, no one else was there, the focus was purely on them.

Once Jisung reached the altar, Chan started his speech, which wasn’t nearly as long as a traditional wedding speech. Minho was grateful for that. 

When it was time for vows, Jisung went first. He read them off of index cards, but nothing was actually on them, he just needed something in his hands. 

“Minho, you’re my best friend,” He looked at everyone else, “No offense.” They laughed and he continued, “You’ve changed my life for the better, and I can’t imagine it without you. You’re the love of my life, and you make me happier than I could’ve ever even imagined. You’re my soulmate, and one lifetime with you is not nearly enough. I love you, and I always will.”

They smiled at each other, big and bright. Minho blinked away the few tears gathering along his waterline and cleared his throat.

“Jisung, when we met, I was ready to give up on life, but then you sat next to me on that old, wooden bench at the park, and I knew that it was fate. I knew you were my soulmate, and I knew we were meant to be. You’ve made me eternally happy, and eternally grateful that I met you, and I can’t believe I have the privilege to marry you. You’re my soulmate, and I promise to search for you in every life. I love you more than words could ever describe.”

Minho heard sniffles and ‘aww’s come from Felix and Hyunjin once he finished speaking, but all he cared about was Jisung.

“You may now kiss the groom.”

He did. He held Jisung’s cheeks as he pulled him into a kiss, savoring the moment. Everyone cheered, and they pulled away, still smiling at each other. 

Moonstruck. That’s what they were.

They cut the cake together, both of them holding the handle of the knife, and Jisung teased Minho about how small his hands are.

They fed each other the first piece, and Felix let out a breath of relief when they both hummed in satisfaction. They ate the cake with smiles that would never leave.

Everyone folded the chairs back up, placing them in a circle around the middle of the yard. Jisung and Minho held hands as they danced. A slow dance to Love Me by Elvis Presley. Jisung laid his head on Minho’s shoulder and closed his eyes as they swayed back and forth, spinning in a slow circle.

Minho laid his head against Jisung and closed his eyes. It was like a dream, dancing with him. 

The spotlight was back, shining down on just the both of them. No one else was there, it was just them, swaying back and forth, hands on each other. It was perfect. Minho wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

The dance finished, and everyone cheered again. They kissed before walking off to get some food, letting the others enjoy the makeshift dance floor. Chan cooked the rest of the food, more than happy to use the new grill that Seungmin and Changbin got him. Felix rolled his eyes when he saw it.

Hyunjin painted Jisung and Minho’s name into two of the folding chairs when they bought them. They sat in those chairs with a plate of lamb chops in their laps and watched Hyunjin and Felix dance, Jeongin being dragged into it after a few seconds.

Jisung leaned his head on Minho’s shoulder, rubbing against him a bit. Minho laid his head against Jisung’s.

“I love you.” Jisung whispered.

Minho smiled and kissed the top of Jisung’s head, “I love you too.”

The wedding ended a couple hours later. Time flew by faster than they thought.

When they got home, they wasted no time. Minho pushed Jisung against the front door as soon as it closed, both of them peeling their clothes off at the same time. They were naked by the time they got to the bedroom.

They saved the red camellias, placing them on the dresser next to each other.

 Jisung pushed Minho down onto the bed, climbing over him. He smiled down at Minho, “Hi.” 

Minho brushed a strand of hair out of Jisung’s face, but it fell right back where it was, “Hi.” Jisung leaned down, kissing Minho on the lips. His hands dragged down Minho’s body, stopping to appreciate his favorite areas. Which was all of him.

His arms, his chest, the slight pudge of his tummy, his thighs. Jisung loved it all. He wanted it all to himself. And he had it.

He pulled back from the kiss, only to kiss a trail down Minho’s body, starting at his jaw. He nipped at his jaw before moving lower, kissing and sucking at his neck, leaving as many marks as he wanted, because who was going to stop him?

He moved lower, kissing Minho’s collarbones before stopping to bite a few marks into Minho’s tits. He licked over Minho’s nipple and smiled when Minho jolted, tangling his fingers in Jisung’s hair. Jisung took Minho’s nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, relishing in the way Minho whimpered.

He pulled back after a few seconds, continuing his journey down Minho and his beautiful body. Jisung kissed above his navel, and kissed the soft pudge of his tummy after. He moved to his hips, holding onto Minho’s thighs and he nipped and licked at his hips, leaving just a few marks.

He moved down, kissing the honey-colored skin of Minho’s inner thigh.

Minho released a soft breath, watching Jisung bite and kiss at his thighs, “Jagi…” He whispered. Jisung looked up at him and smiled. Minho didn’t have to say anything, Jisung knew exactly what he wanted.

Jisung smiled at Minho softly and pulled back, sitting back up. He leaned down into a kiss, reaching over to pull the bottle of lube out of the nightstand. 

He licked into Minho’s mouth, tongues fighting for dominance as he lubed his fingers up at the same time. He pulled back, pulling Minho’s bottom lip in between his teeth, watching the way it snapped back into place when he let go.

He circled Minho’s rim with his lubed finger, swallowing Minho’s whine when he pushed in to the first knuckle. 

“More, Jisungie, please. I can take it” 

Jisung nodded and pushed in more, right to his third knuckle. Minho let out a breath, relaxing his muscles and sinking into the mattress. Jisung pushed his finger in and out a few times before adding a second finger. 

Minho’s back arched, his jaw falling open and his eyebrows pinched together.

In and out, in and out. Over, and over again. The next time Jisung pushed his fingers in, there was a third, and Minho moaned with a smile, “That’s it, jagi…” He said softly, brushing Jisung’s hair out of his face.

Jisung pushed his fingers in and out, in and out, fingertips brushing against Minho’s walls.

Minho looked beautiful from this angle. Angelic, ethereal, celestial. Every word. Jisung wanted to ask Jeongin how to draw, or paint, or take pictures just so he had some way to remember how Minho looked right now forever.

But then he remembered that they were married, and he could see Minho like this whenever he wanted.

He pulled his fingers out slowly. Minho watched Jisung as he spread lube over his cock and grabbed Minho’s legs, hoisting them over his shoulders. He kissed Minho’s ankle and lined himself up, “You ready?”

Minho nodded and smiled. He was on cloud nine.

Jisung pushed in carefully, watching Minho’s reactions like a hawk. They both let out a moan when Jisung pushed in all the way, both of them going still for a moment to adjust.

Minho was tight. Jisung was big. The perfect pair. A perfect match, some might say.

Jisung held Minho’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, untangling his fingers from the sheets to intertwine their fingers.

They held hands as Jisung started to move, thrusting in and out slowly at first, to get them both used to the feeling, but then he sped up.

He wasn’t fast, but he wasn’t slow. The perfect pace, right in between fast and slow, perfect for making love. Exactly what they were doing right now. Making love. 

How romantic.

Eye contact, whispers of sweet nothings, hand-holding, kisses and bites. Each thrust was a message, a declaration of love and devotion. It was everything Minho could’ve dreamed of, but he doesn’t have to dream. Not anymore.

Minho felt the knot in his stomach tighten. He gripped Jisung’s hand tighter, “Jisung, I- ” He cut himself off with a moan, and Jisung nodded, “I know, baby. Me too.”

Jisung sped up just a bit and leaned down to kiss Minho. “Let go, baby. Come on.” He whispered, grunting when he felt Minho tighten around him. Minho had a death grip on Jisung’s hand, squeezing tighter and tighter as he came. 

Jisung followed Minho, cumming after another few thrusts. Minho felt the warmth spread inside of him, feeling it even more with no condom in the way.

Jisung fell forward, landing on Minho with an ‘oof’. Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung, one hand running through his hair while the other ran up and down his back.

“That…” Jisung panted, “Was amazing.”

Minho laughed and kissed Jisung’s shoulder, “It was. I think that was the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“Not sex,” Jisung looked up at Minho, his cheek smushed against Minho’s shoulder, “Making love.” Minho smiled and brushed Jisung’s hair away from his face, “Making love.”

Jisung looked at Minho like he held the moon, and Minho looked at Jisung the same way. Their love was a flame that would never burn out. An infinite candle, burning till the end of time.

They cleaned up together, standing in the shower, Minho behind Jisung as he washed his hair. “I’ve always liked your curls, y’know.” Jisung smiled, “Really?” 

Minho hummed, “Mhm.” He grabbed the shower-head, washing the shampoo out of Jisung’s hair, “It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He finished washing the shampoo out and put the shower-head back, grabbing Jisung’s conditioner.

“The first thing I noticed about you was your nose.”

Minho laughed, “What?” Jisung laughed and closed his eyes as Minho scrunched the conditioner into his hair, “I don’t know, I like noses!”

They held each other that night. 

“I love you.” Minho whispered to Jisung, half asleep. He kissed Jisung’s shoulder from behind and pulled him closer. Jisung smiled, “I love you too.” He said softly, his voice full of sleep.

Their rings shone in the moonlight leaking in through the windows.

Soulmates. Though, that started to feel like an understatement.

June 23rd, 2026

Minho dragged his feet as he walked, still half asleep. The smell of breakfast being cooked woke him up, and he forced himself up so he could make sure Jisung didn’t end up burning anything.

He wrapped his arms around Jisung from behind, laughing quietly when he jumped. “Good morning, baby.” Jisung said, turning around in Minho’s arms so he was facing him. 

“Good morning.” Minho smiled and kissed the tip of Jisung’s nose. “Breakfast is almost ready.” Jisung turned back around to stir the eggs. Minho detached from him and approached the coffee maker. 

Jia, their new cat, winded herself around Minho’s legs a few times, meowing at him loudly. “Jia!” He bent down and picked her up, “It’s too early for that. Let me wake up before you start yelling.” She meowed again, headbutting Minho’s cheek.

 Jisung laughed as he plated their food, “She ate. I don’t know why she’s so fussy.” Minho huffed, “She’s going through the toddler phase, I guess.”

Coney Island Baby by The Excellents played in the background, and Minho swayed side-to-side without even realizing.

Jia jumped out of his arms as Jisung walked over, snaking his hands around Minho’s waist. 

They swayed together, Minho’s head laying against Jisung’s shoulder.

“Guess what today is.” Jisung whispered against Minho’s neck. Minho hummed, “Hm…is it…National Typewriter Day?”

Jisung laughed, “What? No! It’s one year since you confessed to me. One year since you became alive again.”

Minho was quiet, planting a light kiss against Jisung’s shoulder, “Feels like yesterday.” He murmured. Jisung nodded, “Yeah.”

The song ended and Minho pulled back, “Let’s eat. I’m hungry.” Jisung nodded and turned around to grab their plates while Minho poured himself a cup of coffee. They sat across from each other, eating mostly in silence. 

There was one picture hanging above the dining table. Their first kiss, at their wedding, framed in a medium-sized wooden frame, with red camellias carved into the wood.

Wedding and proposal pictures decorated the hallway, along with random pictures of their cats.

The apartment becomes theirs in the blink of an eye, no longer just Jisung’s. Though, he insists they’ve been sharing it since they adopted Doongie.

Minho and Jisung. Jisung and Minho. Two peas in a pod, destined to grow together. Destined to be eaten together.

Or, for lack of a better word, soulmates.