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Minho sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a cup of coffee and looking out the window. It was a rainy day but that didn’t bother him, he liked it. Minho loved the soft sound of the rain landing on the windows of the apartment and the pavement, the ambience and how it would make the space seem that much cosier. His eyes wandered to the hallway that connected his room to the bathroom and noticed one of the pictures of the wall was crooked. Minho sighed and got up, as he was straightening out the picture and when he took a step to see if it was straight he remembered the scene that the photo had captured.
It was during a movie night and Jisung had wanted to get a photo of him kissing Minho’s cheek or of them kissing altogether (Jisung was fine with either). So he had Felix wait with the camera until Jisung sent him the signal and he captures Jisung’s lips on his cheeks. After the picture was taken Minho was surprised but ended up laughing it off, kissing Jisung on the lips (which Felix begged him to do again for the sake of a photo but Minho refused).
His and Jisung’s love progressed naturally, going from the young, hot, face-paced romance when they were young and in the group to the mature, married and sharing a home love. He remembers when they took every chance they could to suck face and/or fuck. Time wasn’t something that they had so they had to take every chance they had.
Minho realized he was gay pretty early on in his life. In middle school when his friends were talking about girls and their bodies he found himself uninterested and when his friends would show him some porn magazines, he found his eyes wandering to the men. He wasn’t aware of gay or straight at this age, but he knew enough to where it wasn’t something he should share. Minho knew this was something he needed to hide. Jisung didn’t realize he liked men until he was in high school, he went to a school where everyone would experiment with each other and he slept with his friend. He kept a friends with benefits relationship with that friend until he left for Korea for being an idol.
It took Jisung. A little while longer to notice Minho in a romantic sense. It was how he always took care of everyone, how he had the twinkle of happiness in his eye every time he took care of someone. It didn’t take long for Jisung to notice the glow of happiness that came out of Minho every time he was around Jisung. It was that look. That fucking look that Minho had around Jisung that made Jisung feel all cuddly and warm inside and feeling like there was a greenhouse of butterflies inside his stomach.
The second Minho laid eyes on Minho he felt like someone wrapped him in the fuzziest blanket, he didn’t think love at first sight was a thing until he met a boy that resembled a squirrel. Minho admits that he would treat Jisung special, but his soft cheeks and soft thighs. How could Minho not fall head over heels for that man?
A few months after Jisung realized and understood his feelings he went to Minho and confessed, not expecting to feel Minho’s lips on his. Jisung had spent that night curled up with Minho in his bed, looking into each other’s eyes and what he saw was pure love and happiness staring back at him.
A year after only stealing kisses in the dead of night to not expose themselves to the members they decided to tell the members. It was something Jisung brought up and Minho had agreed, despite shaking like a leaf at the table with the rest of the members with him. But Minho started crying out of relief and happiness when everyone accepted and supported him.
He smiled at the memory and went back to the kitchen table to where he was enjoying a coffee and a book, when he picked up the coffee cup his wedding band made a clinking sound against the ceramic. Minho remembers when Jisung proposed. Chan helped Jisung set it all up, he found a restaurant with a very private section outside. It was across a small pond from the main restaurant and gated away. It was nearing dessert when Jisung stood up and walked over to Minho, making some long-winded speech that was a long drawn out “I love you”
Minho remembers the ceremony and the reception. Jisung looking even more perfect than he did every day in his white tuxedo and him in his black one. They came out to their parents before this which played out surprisingly well so everyone Minho and Jisung had cared about was there. He remembers throwing the bouquet and Chan’s sister catching it. He smiles, recounting all the moments of love in their infinite timeline of love.
A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders and a chin placed itself on his head. “what are you thinking about?” Jisung asks, moving his face down to kiss Minho’s cheek “you have your thinking face on”
Minho smiled and turns to press a kiss to his husband’s lips, heart leaping at the sight of his lover “I was thinking about you, I missed you at work.” he says, opening up his book again.
Jisung pouts “if you are going to read, you’re going to read on the couch cuddling with me.” he says, pulling Minho out of the chair, knowing that the older man could not say no to him.
Jisung pulls Minho down into a hug and plays soft music, knowing after a few songs the music would turn off. They sat there, Minho reading his book and Jisung playing with Minho’s hair, Minho not paying much attention to anything else. He feels Jisung shift and hears the familiar and nostalgic intro to their slow dance song at their wedding. “May I have this dance?” Jisung asks, flashing his dazzling smile.
Again, Minho was never one to say no to Jisung
He smiles and takes Jisungs hand, getting into the dance they fell into at their wedding. “what is this all about?’’ he asks Jisung, knowing that the younger man isn’t an extremely sentimental guy.
Jisung takes his arms away and hugs him close, “I was at work and a colleague was getting married. It just reminded me that we haven’t seen each other in a long time. It reminded me how much I love you.”
Tears threaten to leak out of Minho’s eyes as he whispers back an “I love you more, Jisung.” they stand there, dancing softly while in a hug as the song finished up and there was only the faint rhythm of rain as their soundtrack. As Minho pulls away and looks into Jisungs eyes he knows one thing for sure.
He’s home