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“What's all this?” Jisung stepped into Minho’s room to find a small table with battery-powered candles, tubs of take-out food and a bottle of wine.
“Do you remember what today was supposed to be?” Minho asked, gently swaying back and forth. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go in comparison to Jisung’s big ratty tee-shirt and boxers.
“I dunno my head is still a little fuzzy,” Jisung had come down with covid the week prior. He was feeling better now but the entire dorm was still quarantined together for the next six days at least. It all depended on when they all finally tested negative. Thankfully, none of them were feeling too horrible by this point. Jisung got the worst of it but he was finally coming out of it.
Minho smiled softly, “Figured as m—”
“Oh no! I am so sorry!” It finally clicked and Jisung suddenly felt terrible and incredibly underdressed, “I-I’ll make it up to you!” The days were blending together and Jisung failed to realize it was Saturday. They were off of work as planned but their date plans were ruined. It was their first date too. What a perfectly horrid ending to their shit show of a week.
“No, no baby,” Minho rushed over and squished Jisungs cheeks in his hands, “I know this isn’t what we planned but I still wanted to make it special for you. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“I was the one that got covid in the first place and I forgot our first date. We're off to a great start aren’t we,” Jisung huffed through pursed lips as Minho still hadn’t released his cheeks.
“We are actually,” Minho stated proudly, “I have my boyfriend, in my room with an amazing dinner and some wine. ANNNNDDD you are already in your boxers so that cuts out like half the work for me.”
“Minho!” Jisung couldn't contain his laughter. It may have been a terribly dirty joke but it at least made him feel a little better.
“Come on, are you feeling up to eating?” Minho guided Jisung to sit down at the small table, “I got wine too but if your tummy is still upset there’s water in the mini fridge.”
“Wine sounds great, babe,” he paused awkwardly before letting the pet name spill forth. They called each other babe and baby all the time before they started dating, but now it held a different weight to it. A weight that felt heavy but sweet on his tongue and warmed his cheeks each time he let it slip.
“I was going to cook but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so I got us some pasta,” Jisung opened the takeout container and it was faint but the pasta was actually the first thing he had been able to smell all week. He hoped he could taste it too, his mouth was watering at the thought alone. Not being able to taste and smell was driving him nuts, so this was a good sign.
“It looks great, can we eat now?” Jisung already had his utensils ready before Minho could answer.
“Dig in, love,” Minho finally sat down. Before he dug in he poured their wine out into some disposable cups. Wine glasses would have been preferred but they learned the hard way breakable glass objects and drinking did not mix well. Especially, for a lightweight like Jisung.
After some dinner, another glass of wine and an absolutely decadent slice of chocolate cake to share, Minho insisted on walking Jisung “home.” He was too tipsy to be out on the streets, Minho whined. The dangerous streets in question being the hallway connecting all the bedrooms. To be fair with all the stuff scattered on the floor it was still dangerous in a way for those that were gravity-challenged. Jisung giggled the entire time, Minho was the best boyfriend he could’ve ever hoped for and then some.
“Sweet dreams my love,” Minho tickled his chin and started to walk off but Jisung quickly grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt to pull him back.
“Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?” Jisung said with a pout. One he was sure Minho couldn’t resist, not with his puffy alcohol-blushed cheeks and puppy dog eyes.
“Isn’t there a rule against kissing on the first date?” Minho seemed nervous for the first time, he wasn’t even this nervous when he asked Jisung to be his boyfriend.
Jisung scoffed lightly, “Since when have you cared about rules?” He just looked at Jisung like a deer in headlights, completely stunned and now Jisung was feeling the nerves as well, “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to…”
He stared for another few long seconds before shaking his head and coming to with an apologetic smile, “Oh no, baby, I want to believe me I do. I just want to do this right… I want it to be perfect for you, with you.” Minho leaned in, letting their foreheads rest together. They were close enough that their noses touched just barely and Jisung shivered when he felt Minho’s breath against his lips.
“Well then do it,” Jisung said softly, “It doesn't need to be perfect, all I need is you.”
Minho leaned in, he paused just a hair's width away from Jisungs lips to breathe for a moment and as he exhaled he pushed forward finally letting their lips connect. It was brief but soft and sweet like a first kiss should be. They would have had their first kiss by now if the entire dorm hadn’t caught covid in the first place. But regardless this was perfect. Both of them pulled away with shy giggles and red ears. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jisung returned the affection bravely, but his tummy was alive with an entire swarm of butterflies ready to burst out through his beating chest. He knew this was it, his last first date, his last first kiss. Minho was his and he was Minho’s, unconditionally.