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Jisung’s been quiet, too quiet, and a quiet Jisung never bodes well for the rest of them. A quiet Jisung means either a plotting Jisung, or an unwell Jisung, and Minho doesn’t know if he has the energy to deal with either of them.
He has the suspicion that it’s the latter, judging by the lack of the rest of 2000-line, which usually accompanied a plotting Jisung.
It’s after filming for Two Kids’ Room, when Jisung and Minho are alone in the van, that he finally gets to see just how poor the rapper was feeling.
“Everything alright?”
“Huh? Oh,” Jisung gives him a noncommittal shrug, “Yeah, I guess.”
Minho hates seeing his normally bright, bubbly boyfriend so demure. Jisung’s anxiety has been acting up recently, but, unlike before, he claimed he didn’t need to sit out of promotions. He said he would be fine, and Minho was going to trust him on that. He will support Jisung in any way that he can, for as long as he is able.
So he doesn’t complain when Jisung’s head drops onto his shoulder, probably would have plopped into his lap had Minho not caught him.
He’s already planning out what to do when they get back.
They’re gonna bake.
Yes. Bake.
Minho runs through a mental checklist. He knows they have the ingredients as he was planning something for a video with Chan, but he is more than willing to sacrifice that if it means making Jisung feel a bit better. He’ll apologize to Chan later, when he was sure Jisung would be okay.
He has to shake Jisung awake slightly by the time they get back, and Minho thanks the driver as he ushers his sleepy boyfriend from the van.
“I’m so tired,” Jisung complains, just as they enter the building, “I want to sleep.”
Oh, yeah. He hadn’t really taken that into account. Of course, Jisung would want to sleep. Not bake cookies. Minho should have thought about things from Jisung’s point of view.
“What’s that face for?”
Jisung has an eyebrow raised when Minho turns to look at him, and he feels the frown on his face deepen at the dark circles under the younger boy’s eyes.
“It’s nothing,” Minho tries to smile, hoping to hide the disappointment, “Don’t worry about it.”
It obviously hadn’t worked, as Jisung only narrows his eyes, “You know, as your boyfriend, it's kind of my job to worry. And you telling me not to worry only makes me more worried. So if you don’t want me to worry, you’d just tell me.”
Well, Jisung had him there. Minho knows, better than anyone, how much Jisung tended to worry. About Minho, about Chan, about Hyunjin and Seungmin and all of them. They joke about it often, Jisung is both their team’s cheerleader and nail-biter, and Minho loves both sides of him.
“I was just thinking we could—I don’t know…Make cookies while the others are still gone? Maybe watch a movie?”
To Minho’s surprise, Jisung’s face lights up.
“Do we have hot chocolate?”
“I—Yeah?” Minho tries to think if he had bought more after Seungmin and Jeongin last raided the kitchen, “I’m pretty sure I got some.”
“Let’s do it.”
Jisung, honest to god, grabs Minho’s hand to drag them to the elevator, too tired to take the stairs like he usually would.
But, apparently, not too tired for cookies and hot chocolate.
“C’mon, hyuuuuuung,” Jisung whines at him.
Minho loves whiny Jisung, it’s probably his favorite mood of the younger. Whiny Jisung acted like a child and wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted, whiny Jisung could convince Minho to give him anything. Well, any Jisung could do that, but Minho liked to think he was able to hold his own usually. It was just that damn pout.
“Cocoa, cocoa, cocoa~” Jisung continues to softly chant while Minho unlocks the door, the rapper racing in as soon as he manages to get it open.
“Slow down, Sungie. You don’t want to run into the fridge again, do you?”
Jisung stops to look at him from the kitchen, giving Minho a little pout and a minute shake of the head.
“No…”
“That’s what I thought. Now, help me get all of the ingredients together.”
Minho starts rattling off everything he can think belongs in chocolate chip cookies, all exhaustion gone from Jisung’s body as he scrambles to collect everything. Once everything is assembled and Jisung is once again looking at him with bright eyes, Minho starts walking him through the steps.
Oven preheated, he stands behind Jisung as he guides him through working the mixer, just in case things get out of hand—again, Minho still hasn’t forgotten the last time the Sunshine Twins attempted making a cake for Hyunjin’s birthday.
Jisung isn’t a fantastic baker, but he can follow directions well enough, which is more than Minho can say for some of the others.
(Changbin. He’s talking about Changbin.)
“Good job,” he praises when Jisung looks up at him after he’s done mixing, and it’s just two words but Jisung gives him the brightest smile Minho has seen from him in forever.
So, maybe he lets Jisung put in a bit more chocolate chips than he would normally add, but Minho definitely blames that on the fact that he wasn’t paying attention. Definitely not smiling fondling from where he was getting down the hot chocolate from the cabinet.
And then the cookies are in the oven.
Minho has Jisung pick out something to watch while he heats up a mix of milk and water for his cocoa, and just milk for Jisung’s.
A few minutes pass in silence, until Jisung’s voice floats in from the living room.
“Hyung,” Jisung calls, “Can we watch My Neighbor Totoro?”
“Sure,” he answers back, checking the cookies to make sure they’re done before pulling them out of the oven to cool.
Another couple of minutes find the pair together on the couch, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in front of them and a plate of warm cookies between.
“You even got mini marshmallows,” Jisung grins in delight, “You’re the best, hyung.”
“I know,” Minho easily jokes back, but his chest goes warm at the sight of the pure joy on Jisung’s face.
To no one’s surprise, Jisung doesn’t even make it 10 minutes into the movie before plastering himself against Minho’s side.
He lets Minho snake an arm around his shoulders, and only gives him a few confused blinks when the vocalist shifts them to be leaning back in the corner of the sectional.
It’s comfortable and Minho is warm, so he just goes with it.
It also makes him a hell of a lot sleepier, and Jisung realizes that, throughout all of the times he’s sat down to watch it, he’s never actually seen the end of this movie. He always falls asleep before he can make it to the end, drifting off no matter how hard he tries to stay awake.
Jisung almost makes a vow to himself to stay awake this time, but then Minho’s hand starts combing through his hair and Jisung gives up on that idea immediately.
He still tries to fight it, but Minho is persistent in his actions, nails lightly scratching Jisung’s scalp as he tries to get him asleep.
It’s working, that much is obvious with the way Jisung shifts that little bit closer to him, tossing an arm over Minho’s stomach as he takes a slow inhale.
He lifts himself up, using Minho’s chest to keep his balance (and subsequently pressing his knee into Minho’s crotch) before dipping forward to press his forehead against Minho’s. It doesn’t take much for Minho to press his lips against Jisung’s, in lieu of a response. Jisung smiles into the kiss, “You taste like chocolate. S’nice.”
Minho laughs, pressing another kiss against the corner of Jisung’s mouth, “Hope you’ve got a good dentist, because I’m sweet enough to rot your teeth.”
He grins when Jisung slaps a hand against his mouth, before poking his tongue out to lick the palm attempting to keep more bad jokes from coming out. It’s not going to work, Minho will always win in their pun battles, Jisung’s shamelessness can only take him so far when against Minho’s sheer force of will to win.
“You’re the best,” Jisung tells him again; sometime later, after Minho was sure the younger boy was fast asleep.
“I know,” Minho answers the groggy mumble, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. You know that, right?”
Jisung doesn’t answer. He must actually be asleep, now that he managed to get those words out that had been so important to say, at least to his sleepy brain.
Minho doesn’t mind. He’s more than happy with just showing the younger how much he cares.
Even if it’s through something as simple as hot chocolate and baking cookies.
“I love you, Lino-hyung.”
“You’re supposed to be asleep, you little dweeb.”
“Hmph.”
“I love you too, Jisungie.”