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Today was a fairytale. Jisung knew it was from the moment he walked down the stairs.
Jaemin was already gone from their bed when he woke up. It was probably around lunch time, because the moment Jisung opened his eyes, they were assaulted by the blinding light that the curtains failed to cover up, and the slightly hot temperature. As he slowly rose up and stared off into space, the memories of last night came back.
There was a chapter that he was cram-writing for his novel. The deadline was at noon today, and Jisung wasn't feeling motivated to write anything. His editor was yelling at him in emails, saying that if he didn't get the chapter out on time, his work would be dropped.
Jisung could not afford that. It was the only thing that helped pay the rent, with Jaemin spending his salary as a model and actor on their water and electricity (occasionally always spoiling Jisung). Well...to be truthful, he just felt awful that Jaemin was doing all these things, and Jisung wanted to pitch in.
He never wants to burden Jaemin.
So, Jisung worked all day, holed up in the couple's bedroom, in front of his laptop, forcing out something, anything , and typing it out. Whenever he started nodding off, he just chugged an energy drink or poked his hand with a random pen. The pain was enough to jerk himself wide awake, and then let it linger to keep his eyes open longer.
Jaemin was not happy with it.
When Jisung was furiously typing and deleting text, Jaemin walked up to him with loud footsteps and a grim face. Jisung was alerted by the sound, and looked up to face the other. He remembers asking Jaemin what's wrong, and then a gentle but firm grip on his wrist.
Jisung remembers Jaemin eyeing the poke (stab) marks on his hands and how the latter's eyes turned glassy. Jaemin asked him in a soft voice: “Does it hurt a lot?”
Jisung remembers tears dripping down his face. He remembers sobbing into Jaemin's shirt as the latter strokes his hair while quietly shushing him and whispering comforting words. Jisung recalls a gentle hand holding his own as Jaemin helped him finish up the chapter by sharing ideas and hugging the younger from behind. He told the younger things like You can always ask me for help, you know that right? and I'm here for you.
After sending the draft, Jisung remembers the feeling of being lifted up by strong arms, and being carried onto the bed. He remembers a kiss on his forehead, and a voice saying I love you.
After being transported back to reality, Jisung decided to go downstairs and eat brunch with Jaemin.
As he walked down, the sight of his fiancé wearing his favorite dark gray t-shirt, sitting on the living room couch while watching a cheesy romcom movie. The sound of Jisung's footsteps made the elder turn around. He smiled the most beautiful smile in the entire universe, and Jisung is falling in love all over again.
“You're finally up baby. How did you sleep?”
Jisung walked up to Jaemin just so he could peck him on the cheek. “I haven't slept better in weeks.”
Jaemin pouted. “You really need to stop playing games late into the night. If it's not that, it's cramming your novel. Your health is the most important thing.”
Jisung only smiled softly. How could this man get any more perfect? Jisung turned his ring at the thought of marrying the other.
"Come on! I already put on a movie."
Jaemin pulled him gently to sit down on the couch. Jisung leaned on his fiance, wrapping his arms around Jaemin's waist. The elder's arm looped around the younger's shoulder. They watched a movie in silence, basking in the feeling of peace and domesticity.
The movie faded into the background as Jisung stared at his lover. It's been 5 years since they started dating, and 15 years since they knew each other, but Jaemin never failed to take his breath away. Jisung remembers when he fell deep in love with Jaemin. He was 11 years old and Jaemin was 13. Jisung was walking to class when he saw Jaemin standing there, waiting for someone. His tousled hair and his dazed eyes meant that he just woke up, and that shouldn’t be attractive, but Jisung was hooked anyway.
It turns out that Chenle was friends with Jaemin’s friend group, so when Jaemin sat next to him at lunch, Jisung nearly got a heart attack. The elder smiled the sweetest smile at him, and it made his head spin. Ever since that interaction, Jisung came to know the different sides of Jaemin. They laughed together, they held each other when they cried, and they comforted each other when their insecurities ate away at them.
He remembers the time they shared their first kiss. It was on the porch of Jisung's house on New Year, and their lips met when the countdown reached zero. As the sound of the fireworks roaring faded, and the snow seemed to stop falling. It was like they were in their own little world. Jaemin stared into his eyes with so much adoration, and Jisung felt so loved.
Jaemin catches Jisung staring. He has a smug smile on his face, and Jisung turns away to hide his tomato-red face behind his sweater paws and calm his speeding heartbeat. He hears Jaemin coo, and the are arms wrapped around his waist. Jisung feels Jaemin nuzzle his cheek, and it only makes the former redder than he already is.
“Sungie is so cute!”
“ ‘M not. Shut up,” Jisung weakly countered as he attempted to push Jaemin away from him.
The struggle only made him fall down on the couch, dragging Jaemin along with him. As the two look at each other, Jaemin’s eyes scan every part of Jisung. His blonde hair was still messy, he was still wearing his dark-green sweater from yesterday, and he hasn’t showered at all. His face was red, and his eyes were wide with surprise. His lips were chapped from his nervous habit of biting them, but they looked plump and soft.
After all these years, Jisung is still the prettiest person to Jaemin.
“You’re so pretty, Sungie.” Jaemin says. And before Jisung could protest, Jaemin dove down and pressed their lips together.
Jaemin’s cherry-flavored chapstick combined with his soft lips made Jisung let out a contented sigh. He moved his lips to match Jaemin’s slow rhythm and wrapped his arms around the elder’s neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Jaemin nibbles softly on Jisung’s lower lip, and Jisung felt like fireworks burst inside his heart. The feeling of having Jaemin in his arms sent him in cloud nine.
The taste of Jaemin’s lips never really changed over the years. In fact, it might have gotten sweeter. It must be because Jaemin is such a sweet person, sugar flowing through his blood. He pours all of that sugar into everything he does, and Jisung is just lucky that Jaemin is willing to pour all of him into their love.
A magical feeling. Loving Jaemin is like living a never-ending fairytale.
As they pulled away for breath, Jisung felt like he was on top of the world. It was always like that whenever Jaemin was there. And the thought of him marrying Jaemin in the near future made tears collect at the corner of his eyes.
Jaemin noticed (of course he did), because his eyes filled with worry and his hands wiped away at his tears. “What’s wrong, Jisung-ah? Did I do something wrong?”
Jisung smiled while shaking his head. “I love you hyung.”
Jaemin’s worry was replaced by warmth. He pecked Jisung’s nose, before leaning his forehead against the younger’s own.
“And I love you too. Forever and ever.”