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“Does it hurt?” Jisung asked even when he could hear his boyfriend hissing from the pain as Minho let him re-bandage his hand.
“What do you think?” Minho said with a grimace.
“Sorry, jagi.”
“It’s fine. I just feel very grumpy right now, I'm so… annoyed.” Minho kept his gaze on Jisung’s hands while they covered his right one with the bandage, jaw set tightly.
“It’ll all be over soon and we’ll go back to our hotel room, yeah? I’ll take care of you like the amazing boyfriend that I am.” Jisung really hoped his teasing worked in getting a smile out of his injured partner, he hated seeing him hurting.
Minho snorted and directed his gaze towards Jisung’s eyes, looking intently into them and letting out the tiniest thank you.
Jisung kissed his knuckles one by one once they were all wrapped with the bandage and whispered.
“Anytime, pretty.”
The rest of the evening went by smoothly. With Minho’s hand in a bandage again he couldn’t move it too much which was good, Jisung supposed it didn’t hurt as much as it did on stage.
All the members were walking down the hallway of tonight’s venue to head to their hotel for the night when Jisung felt the strong urge to hold his boyfriend’s uninjured hand, he needed him close. He reached out to the older’s black puffer jacket, pulling the back of it slightly. Minho seemed to notice and stopped in his tracks, two of their managers kept walking ahead with the rest of the members while one of them stayed with the couple, keeping a distance of a few feet for privacy. Minho turned around to face him, a puzzled expression on his beautiful face, he was waiting for an explanation.
Jisung couldn’t help but look at his bandaged hand instead.
“What’s up Jisung-ah?” Minho asked in a soft voice, tilting his head to the side.
“Can I hold your hand?” Jisung was whispering now, a deep furrow etched between his dark eyebrows.
Minho took a moment to answer, seeming to actually consider his boyfriend’s request, but of course he knew better. “Baby, you know we can’t here–“
“I know I know, forget I asked– I–“ Pain was clear on Minho’s features now and it hurt Jisung even more than the rejection.
“Hey, hey, hey, I want to, really bad. I'm sorry that we can’t do it here, darling. There are way too many people we don’t know.” His voice was soft, sweet like the honey you put in your tea when your throat is sore.
Jisung closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to urge his brain to think reasonably. “Sorry for reacting like that… I'm just– I'm feeling a little upset right now– because of your hand, I mean… I hate that you’re hurt, hyung. I hate that you’re in pain.” He knew he sounded upset and it might make Minho more upset than he already must be, it’s his hand that’s injured after all.
“Oh, baby.” Minho whispered and he could feel him close now, he could feel his warmth radiating from him. “Thank you for worrying about me and caring about me.” Jisung opened his eyes to big round orbs full of love staring back at him. “How about I hold your arm instead? We can still be close, Stay will continue to speculate, but our managers won’t be on our asses for being too obvious,” Minho mumbled as he rolled his eyes.
Jisung knew if it were for the older he’d tell every single human on this Earth that he’s in love with Jisung. But he also knew he’d drag all of his friends down with him if he did that. He loved his job and Jisung did too, but sometimes… sometimes he wished he could be a normal human being with a normal job that didn’t consist of him keeping his image “clean” for his fans’ and his company’s sake.
“Deal, baby?” Minho was patient as he waited for an answer.
Jisung stared at his eyes for a few seconds more, trying to soak up as much of the lovely deep chocolate brown as he could, his eyes are the most beautiful he’s ever seen.
“Deal,” he managed as quietly as he could, not wanting to pop their little bubble.
Minho smiled as Jisung let go of his jacket and offered him his arm to hold onto.
The flashes seemed to multiply as they got out the door to get into their respective van but they didn’t care, the only thing in their minds was comforting the other in any way they could.
When they got to their hotel and into the elevator Jisung immediately unlinked their arms to hold the older’s hand instead. Their company always booked three floors in the building for the group’s safety, they didn’t want a repeat of that freak that got into Hyunjin’s room and stole one of his hoodies once. They knew it was safe to be themselves , to give into their desires.
When they stepped into their room, Jisung was helping Minho out of his jacket, bag and hat in an instant.
“Such a gentleman Jisungie,” Minho said, mirth coating his voice.
Jisung let out a giggle, “always.”
As they walked to their bed, Minho hummed in question “can we order a chocolate cake? I’m kind of craving chocolate. I don't know why…”
“Of course we can, pretty.” Jisung’s reply was accompanied by a light chuckle.
They changed into a T-shirt and some sweatpants and ordered room service, a pizza to share and a chocolate cake per Minho’s request. They ate in comfortable silence before taking a shower and Jisung insisted on doing all the job for Minho, he washed his body and got on his tiptoes to wash his hair and then rinse it, he was careful to not get shampoo in his eye like the last time he did this. He wrapped Minho in a fluffy bathrobe after drying his body and they both sat on the bed so the younger could dry the older’s wet hair. They dressed in some boxers and big T-shirts to get into bed and watch anime on Jisung’s laptop. Minho didn’t say a word the entire time.
“You’re very quiet.” Jisung tried to address the big elephant in the room.
“Mm.”
“Does it hurt?”
Jisung couldn’t help but ask, he couldn’t avoid the topic anymore.
“Quite badly, it’s been getting worse since I got off the stage. If only that stupid glove stayed on during our performance.” He sighed heavily, clearly annoyed at the choice of clothing. “Why is it always me with the wardrobe malfunctions?” His voice was strained, all knotted up and Jisung thought he might cry if he kept talking.
“Oh, sweetheart I’m so sorry.”
Jisung felt so helpless, he wished he could say more than just a simple sorry, he wished he could go back in time and prevent Minho from going to that stupid boxing session.
“Do you want to take some ibuprofen?”
Minho only nodded to which Jisung immediately got up to look for the tablets in his bag, they always carried them in case anything happened. He went back to bed with the ibuprofen in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, Minho swallowed it and snuggled close to Jisung; he most definitely wanted to be comforted.
“Can you squish me?” Minho whispered, “I think I need to feel you.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” He proceeded to do as Minho asked.
“And–” He started but cut himself off straight away.
“What was that, love?” Jisung encourages, he wanted to make his boyfriend feel as safe and as loved as possible.
Minho wasn’t sure though, suddenly very shy and self-conscious.
“Oh, nothing–”
Before he could convince himself to shut down, Jisung asked once again, “You can ask for anything and I’ll give it to you, pretty.”
Minho gave the words some thought and then whispered “can we actually make out?”
Jisung was a bit taken aback by his request and he was pretty sure Minho could tell from the way his little face was suddenly painted with slight panic; he made sure to reply at once.
“Yes, baby, we can absolutely do that.” He smiled tenderly, hoping Minho would believe him, “sorry for the long silence there, I just thought you’d be too tired that you’d only want to lie here and watch the show, that’s all.”
Minho didn’t look fully convinced, “mkay… it– I mean, just– just make out. No… no sex.” Minho’s voice was so quiet it broke Jisung’s heart.
“My sweet baby, of course we can just make out.” Jisung kissed the other’s forehead, his lips lingering on his skin for a while. “I won’t expect anything more unless you tell me so, okay? You’re safe with me.”
Minho just nodded, fingers holding onto the fabric of his T-shirt. Jisung circled his arms around his waist and squeezed; the older shut his eyes, a sound of contentment leaving his plush lips. Jisung slowly moved his face towards his ear, he left a kiss just below it and then started whispering praises into the skin.
“You did so well today, baby. Even though you were in pain, you still gave it your all. I’m so proud of you, darling. You deserve to rest now, I’ll take care of you.”
He heard Minho sniffle and whimper, the sound barely reaching his ears, he was being so quiet it concerned Jisung a little; that meant he wasn’t feeling good at all. He’s now even more determined to make his baby feel better and loved and comforted just like he wants.
Jisung moved his lips all the way to his jaw, kissing the length of it until he reached his chin and started kissing up, searching for his lips. When he finally kissed Minho, the older gasped and moved his uninjured hand to place it on Jisung’s full cheek, caressing it slowly; the motion so full of love and appreciation for the younger.
Their lips moved in sync, dancing to the beat of their synchronised hearts; a waltz to never be seen by the public nor their fans, every move and shift reserved only for them. Nothing mattered anymore, nor the injury, or the show on Jisung’s laptop, or the fact that tomorrow they had to fly back home; all that mattered was that Jisung loved Minho and that he was always going to be there for him.
The drag of lips didn’t feel rushed but rather soft and calm; it was only after a few minutes that Minho whined, his patience wearing thin. He wanted more.
“Tongue, please.” Minho asked sweetly with a shaky voice, his eyes barely open; he looked so cosy.
“Okay, darling.”
Jisung wasted no time in giving his baby what he wanted; when he dove back into the kiss Minho opened his mouth straight away, letting his tongue explore it. He licked the back of his front teeth as well as his palate; then he sucked on his plump upper lip, teeth scraping the flesh before letting go and capturing Minho’s lips once again. He repeated the process over and over again with a few variations, sometimes Minho would be the one sucking Jisung’s bottom lip and other times he’d suck on Jisung’s tongue for a while. It never turned sexual though, just like Minho requested.
After what felt like hours, Jisung pulled away and kissed Minho’s nose; the latter finally opened his eyes and stared into Jisung’s, gaze filled with love and adoration. Jisung wondered to himself how he got so lucky, how the universe decided to put them on each other’s path, how they’ve always gravitated towards each other and continue to do so even when they’re officially together now.
“Feeling better, love?”
“Mhm, much better. The ibuprofen must have kicked in when we were making out, which was my plan all along: be distracted by the best kisser in town.” He said with an amused smile.
Jisung chuckled at his boyfriend’s silliness, “what a good plan you had there, Min. I’m glad it worked.”
“I always have the best plans.”
The atmosphere was charged with something magical, the couple revelling in their love for each other and forgetting about the world for the night.
When they got sleepy, Jisung shut the laptop and let Minho lie on his chest, the beating of his heart lulling the older to a peaceful and hopefully pain-free sleep. Minho mumbled something Jisung didn’t quite get, so he asked to repeat himself.
“Thank you for worrying about me and taking care of me. For indulging me,” he said resting his bandaged hand on his chest, right in front of where his face was. “And thank you for re-bandaging my hand.” He smiled sheepishly.
“It’s my pleasure, pretty.” Jisung placed a kiss on the top of his head, hoping the sincerity of his words reached the other man. “I love you, darling.”
“I love you too, Jisungie.”