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As Jisung leaves the studio after their recording session he greets goodbyes with Changbin and Chan. Today they worked on lyrics for the new boy group’s debut who turned out to be very chill and amusing. It definitely has been a tiring day but, in the end, everyone was satisfied with their work results.
He’s in a hurry to finally escape—as much as he loves his best friends—his workplace when he puts on the high, leather boots that his sugar daddy (his boyfriend) has recently bought for him; and a puffed jacket. Minho (the boyfriend) should probably stop spoiling him so much but it’s not like Jisung complains much.
An important stop on his way home is the nearby café from where he often buys two iced americanos—one for Minho and one for himself—and a few sweet treats. His boyfriend isn’t very fond of food that contains a lot of sugar (something about it being unhealthy), but he lets Jisung feed him it sometimes since he’d do anything to make him smile.
While he hums melodies from the new songs they produced today, Jisung takes out his phone to text his future fiancé (he feels like kicking his feet every time he thinks about it).
jisungie
On my way!
omw home.*
fucking hell this was embarrassing
As the messages get sent he grimaces, shaking his limbs to get the cringe out of his body. Stupid autocorrect.
minho the boyfriend
me and cats are bored without you
on a break between classes i saw a vid on yt of a dumb hamster running on a wheel and thought about you
also don’t text while you’re walking cause you’re gonna trip
Jisung promises himself to kiss Minho stupid in reward for not pointing out his battle with the keyboard. He also giggles at the mention of a hamster video, but that’s not the point.
jisungie
you could’ve sent the vid to me hyung :(
He follows Minho’s advice, putting the phone in a pocket, and speeds up to reach the café faster.
His glasses fog as he walks in—the bell on the door jingles—so he takes them off in annoyance. He frees his neck from the fluffy, pink scarf, whose material appears to be in his mouth, and he fights the urge to spit it out.
As Jisung comes closer to the stall to glance at all the cakes, he remembers that he and Minho haven’t gone on a date in a while—ridiculous, really. He makes a mental note to take him out (and finally pay for him) as soon as possible.
He buys two pieces of a chocolate cheesecake—much to his disappointment because he asked for a Basque cheesecake—with a crunchy bottom for himself, and a couple of blueberry muffins for Minho. He’s too socially awkward to point out the mistake (he loves the chocolate one either way) so as he pays for their coffee and sweets, he flashes a polite smile at the woman by the cash register.
Before briskly walking to the nearest bus station, he manages to collect all the treats in his hands without losing his balance and smashing the food with his body, which, by the way, is not petite enough to prevent destruction. Maybe if he was Felix—he truly believes that the man is secretly a fairy.
In the bus he quickly finds himself a seat, putting all the boxes in his lap. He opens the front camera on his phone and pulls out his sparkly lipgloss (without anything falling to the floor!) to fix his lips. He sips on his drink as he receives two notifications from Minho.
minho the boyfriend
my apolocheese
*image attached*
As soon as Jisung opens the picture of Minho’s face squeezed between Soongdoongdori, his cheeks grow twice in size. His heart jumps in his chest at the sight of a charming, bunny smile which shows off his boyfriend’s slightly crooked front teeth (Jisung pays the most attention to them). The small freckle on the side of Minho’s left nostril always brings the urge to kiss it, it’s adorable. Jisung loves the natural look on the man with his acne scars, flushed cheeks and eye bags.
He can’t wait to marry him. Slow down, gay little boy, you aren’t even engaged.
Another sip of the bitter coffee makes Jisung hum happily—his caffeine addiction might be the last thing keeping him alive. Maybe besides Minho. And the cats.
In return, Jisung takes a close-up picture of his face, lips curled around a green straw, and cheeks appearing round and tinted. He giggles as he sends the photo, later closing the device to look out of the window.
The sky is turning pink, and Jisung wishes he could jump in to sleep on the fluffy-looking clouds. They remind him of the advertisements he sees all the time, which promote those big versions of dog beds but for humans. He remembers begging Minho to buy one.
One of the clouds is heart shaped so he quickly snaps a picture of it just to see Minho’s warm smile when he shows him the image later.
When he hears the voice announcing the approach of his stop, he readjusts the scarf on his neck. As he gets off the bus, he is hit with the cold air that makes his cheeks redden and shiver. Even though it’s still November, Jisung keeps singing Christmas songs on his way to the apartment because he refuses to be controlled by the calendar.
He fiddles with his keys, trying to find them in the sea of cat keychains that Minho got for him in celebration of their first anniversary. As Jisung walks through the door, and slips out of his boots, he is greeted with jjajangmyeon’s smell.
Soonie, Doongie and Dori quickly approach, surrounding him with soft meows; their tails circling around his calves and tickling him. Jisung laughs when the cats flip on their backs and loudly demand belly rubs. How is he supposed to not comply with all their wishes? They purr in content as Jisung crouches to their level. He plays with them for a few minutes until he remembers about his boyfriend waiting in the kitchen.
Jisung lifts his gaze to admire his boyfriend for a bit since he’s not calling after him. His brain malfunctions as he notices the lack of a t-shirt on his torso, showing him the perfect view of his back.
Minho has always been perfectly muscular for him—not too buff, with a slightly toned tummy. He works mostly on his chest and back, which is everything Jisung has ever dreamt of.
His mouth waters as he’s blindly led by the delicious smell of his favourite meal and a sight of his boyfriend. Jisung takes the box with the sweet treats and goes towards the kitchen with the cats happily trailing behind him.
As Jisung approaches him, Minho doesn’t look away from the stove like the teasing motherfucker he is. When he’s attentively stirring the black bean sauce with the pork belly, Jisung manages to sneak his arms around his waist in a back hug after putting the box on the counter. He lightly nibbles at the crook of his neck, burying his nose there, and inhaling the scent of his vanilla perfume.
“Hi.” Jisung whispers into his ear, glancing at the sauce bubbling in the pan.
Next to the pan there’s water boiling in the pot, waiting for Minho to put the noodles in it.
Jisung detaches from his neck and leaves a few kisses on the right side of his back, next to his shoulder-blade. It tingles Minho’s skin, but he doesn’t say anything except for letting out a quiet, cat-like purr.
“Hi to you, too,” Minho murmurs back.
Even though Jisung can’t see his boyfriend’s face, he’s sure he’s smiling—the smile is audible in his voice.
Continuing to kiss Minho’s back, Jisung leaves pink, glossy imprints on the skin, and caresses his arms with feather touches which make the hairs rise. He presses his cheek against Minho’s; proud of himself as they stay like this for a moment, in comfortable silence, until Jisung detaches his arms.
Grinning, Jisung grabs his phone and snaps a few pictures of Minho’s skin covered in lip gloss. It might be the most boyfriend photo of Minho he has ever taken—the bare back, the messy hair, and him standing in the kitchen, cooking.
Sometimes Jisung wonders what he did in his past life to be able to have Minho now.
“I bought some sweets.” He takes the box from the table and opens it to show Minho.
Minho’s eyes leave the stove, after he puts the noodles in the water, and focus on Jisung with the box in his hands. His eyes light up as he sees the blueberry muffins.
As a child, Jisung lived in the countryside, not so far away from Seoul. Young Jisung was very fond of the world and the universe—he was a curious kid, who always asked questions, so his family used to buy him encyclopedias on every occasion. He quickly grew obsessed with the cosmos and would annoy his older brother with fun facts all the time.
As a teenager, Jisung lived in the countryside and wished to become an astronaut. He imagined flying high with the stars and exploring the universe, so he used to sit on a rooftop and observe the night sky. His worries seemed less troublesome and his body would feel less claustrophobic and terrifying. There were billions of stars (200 billion trillion, actually) that the weird, alien Jisung could share his stories with.
Sooner or later, Jisung realized he could never become an astronaut because he sucked at physics and maths. He lost his first love abruptly but quickly found another passion in music, though he never let go of his space dreams.
As a new adult, Jisung left his childhood countryside to pursue music in Seoul. He never saw, blinded by the city lights, stars again until he discovered them in Minho’s eyes.
Currently, Jisung is no expert nor an astronaut, but he thinks all stars in the universe got stolen by Minho’s eyes. It seems like the most logical answer because every time he looks up at the night sky he cannot see a single star. Some would say that it’s because they live in the city but it doesn’t matter since when he turns to Minho and looks him in the eyes they’re all there.
Maybe it’s kind of selfish and maybe he will get punished for complicity in a crime but he will never give these stars back to the sky. For him their place is in his boyfriend’s eyes; not somewhere far away where he cannot reach them.
Now, he has tattooed a big ‘blessed’ on his right pec—he wasn’t able to pursue astronomy, but he found his universe in Minho’s soul. He is truly blessed to have all stars by his side.
“You could’ve bought pudding instead.” Jisung is thrown away from his thoughts when he hears Minho scoff.
The younger man huffs a laugh at the sight of Minho’s pout since he can see him eyeing muffins hungrily. As he mentioned before—a teasing motherfucker.
“I would but they ran out of it,” Jisung tilts his head and thinks for a moment. “But if you don’t want the muffins, hyung… It’s fine, I’ll give them to Felix or eat them myself.”
He pretends to sulk, closing the box and placing it on the counter as a panicked Minho snatches it from his hands. “Wait, no, no, I was just teasing,” he flashes him a smile and takes a bite out of the muffin.
He shows his teeth while still munching on the food, and Jisung makes throwing up noises and pushes Minho away from himself. “Ew, hyung! You’re disgusting!” he screams in horror, rubbing his eyes as if it could erase the nasty image.
₊ ⊹ ⋆⁺₊❅.
After Jisung washes the dishes (Minho’s jjajangmyeon was delicious), they sit together on the couch—Minho’s legs on his lap as Jisung massages his calves. Minho knows it’s an excuse to feel him up, but doesn’t protest, instead displaying himself on the couch like a cat.
“Kitty.” Jisung murmurs, getting a silly smile in response.
With his other hand Jisung munches on a piece of chocolate cheesecake; his cheeks puffing out adorably. Minho tries his best to hold his laughter as he brings up his hand to touch the mole on Jisung’s cheek with his fingertip. Jisung sends a glare in his way but Minho simply laughs heartily, showing off his bunny smile.
There’s no way he could be angry at his hyung for more than one second.
Today’s evening they decided to pick up ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’ from where they left it last time because Minho wanted to finish it a lot. And Jisung is a weak man so now they’re watching Nanami fight Haruta.
“Should I grow out my hair so I can put it in a ponytail?” Minho chews on popcorn as he points to the screen. “Do you think Nanami would pull it like Haruta’s?”
He sighs longingly and adds, “He’s so hot.”
Jisung furrows his eyebrows and glares at Minho, trying to seem unaffected (he fails).
“If you grew out your hair, I could pull it too,” Jisung murmurs like a sad, kicked out puppy. “What does Nanami have that I don’t?”
Minho stares at him in silence and blinks a few times. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I am!”
Minho has war flashbacks of their ‘would you still love me if I was a worm’ conversation. After lots of pouting he finally admitted that yes, he would still love Jisung if he was a worm.
Jisung pushes Minho’s legs off of his lap to stand up and pause the anime before coming closer to the TV.
“We both wear glasses!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air, then pointing at the screen.
Minho thinks that he looks both hilarious and adorable so he just laughs loudly, the sound echoing within the walls.
“Why are you laughing, hyung?” Jisung whines, looking between Minho and the screen.
“No offense, Jisungie, but you two look very much different,” he stands up to pull his arms around Jisung’s neck. “He’s very muscular and tall. You have muscles, but you're definitely not tall.”
He smiles as Jisung rolls his eyes. “So you think I’m not hot?”
“Hmmm… If I had to choose between you and Nanami?” Minho pretends to think.
“Yes.”
“If I had to choose…” he brings his face closer. “I think I would choose you. I guess,” he shrugs; his grin wide on the pretty face.
“You guess?” the younger man scoffs.
Jisung stares at Minho with mischief before settling on his lap and connecting their lips. Minho gasps against him, surprised, but returns the kiss, circling his arms around Jisung’s waist.
“Are you getting so worked up over a fictional character?” Minho asks between hitched breaths.
“Frankly, I just wanted an excuse to kiss you,” Jisung dives into a kiss again, cutting off Minho’s giggle.
Minho whines as Jisung caresses his spine and tangles his fingers in the brown locks. Their tongues are intertwined in their mouths when Jisung slides his hands under Minho’s hoodie. His fingertips graze the soft skin and he slows down the heated kiss, focusing on feeling each other instead.
Jisung could get drunk on this—on Minho, on his warmth, scent and taste. The cosy vanilla smell suffocates and dizzies him, creating a comfortable cocoon around them.
Their lips fit together perfectly, complementing the fuller and thinner parts. Sometimes, he can’t believe that he once received the opportunity to hold Minho, and was able to take it. In moments like this, he thinks about the ring, and smiles. He cannot wait to make Minho legally his.
The sound of Minho’s whimper, when a tongue intrudes his mouth again, interrupts Jisung’s thoughts and makes him shudder, the hair on his skin rising.
The love of his life.
Jisung never believed in God, but he believes that Minho might be his saviour because he did, in fact, save him—countless times when they didn’t have anyone else.
They’re both so bare, vulnerable in front of each other that if Minho wanted to, Jisung would give himself whole to him. Minho could do whatever he wished to him, and Jisung still wouldn’t love him any less. It’s a curse, if you think about it, but his selfish mind wishes Minho is cursed in the same way he is and that he would trust him endlessly like that too.
If he did, Jisung would devour him alive; feel the flush of his skin and the flesh of his muscle. Jisung wishes he could actually lick the pink of Minho’s cheeks, taste the sweetness of his strawberry lips, and slurp the vanilla from the crook of his neck.
Maybe Minho would do the same to him, and maybe the only thing left after them would be their bones.
₊ ⊹ ⋆⁺₊❅.
It’s five in the morning when Jisung wakes up to the feeling of pins in his throat.
An arm tightly hugging his waist is stopping him from getting up as he swallows down the pins. It’s worse—now he feels at fire.
Minho mumbles something to stop Jisung from getting up but he’s already on his feet as his boyfriend continues to sleep-talk. He’d be surprised if Minho’s babble isn’t something about pudding or cats.
Jisung silently walks into the kitchen and turns on a small light to scare the monsters away. A moment later, he finds honey and a teabag, then reaches to take out his favorite mug. It’s in a simple shape, with a printed meme of an orange hamster. Minho bought it for him a few years back, long before they started dating. Jisung sees it as his treasure.
Then the mug falls to the floor. Just like that.
The shatter wakes up Soonie, the scared cat meowing quietly. Jisung doesn’t let his eyes stray away from the glass pieces on the floor, his body unwilling to move and hands shaking. He feels a bit nauseous as he hears a grunt and approaching steps.
“Jisungie?” Minho rubs his eyes, trying to take a look at his boyfriend. “What was the noise? Why are you awake at…” he glances at a clock. “Five?”
Jisung doesn’t stop staring in horror at the broken mug on the floor, “I-I’m sorry, hyung.” his voice sounds awkward, it breaks and it burns.
“Lovebug?” Minho repeats and steps closer to him.
He coos after glancing at what Jisung is looking at, “It’s okay, baby, it happens.” he takes a hold of his shaking hands when he hears him hiccup.
A couple of tears escape Jisung's eyes as he feels Minho’s comforting touch.
“I didn’t mean to,” he shakes his head eagerly. “I wanted to make tea b-but my head spinned and it fell.” he cringes at the raspy sound of his voice. Speaking hurts.
“Your head spinned?” concerned Minho asks as he guides Jisung to sit on the couch.
“Y-yes, I feel nauseous and my throat hurts so bad, but I didn’t want to wake you up. I’m so sorry, hyung.” His breath hitches.
“Shush, it’s okay. You should’ve woken me up, though.”
Minho brushes Jisung’s hair out of his face, the boy leaning into the cold touch of his hand with a sigh. The press of lips to the forehead makes Minho grimace—he looks in thought at Jisung before making his decision.
“You’re burning up, Jisungie. Let’s get you nicely to bed. I’ll clean the mess and get you medicine, okay? Aish, next time don’t be so stubborn and let me help you.”
Jisung nods with tears drying on his cheeks, and a pout, “I’m sorry for the mug, hyung. It was my favorite because you got it for me and now it’s shattered, and you have to clean it up. I’m so sorry for the trouble.”
“If you apologize one more time, I’ll make sure you choke on your words,” Minho threatens and helps him stand up.
“Sorry,” Jisung repeats and Minho turns around to send him a glare.
Soonie with Dori trail behind them (Doongie sleeps through it all) and jump on the bed next to coughing Jisung. They curl up in the shape of a heart, trying to absorb as much of Jisung’s body heat as possible. Minho kisses his cheek and tells him to try to fall asleep before he comes back to bed.
Jisung falls asleep immediately—his body tired from the fever and the events—but still registers a warm body pressing into his side and two arms hugging his figure, not minding the forming sweat on his back.
₊ ⊹ ⋆⁺₊❅.
“Hannie, come on, wake up.” Are the first words Jisung hears in the morning.
The voice is dripping honey; sugary sweet as it makes Jisung want to close his eyes tighter, lulled by the sound. He’s disappointed to notice that the angelic persona keeps quiet, not speaking to him anymore.
Jisung feels as bad as during the night, though the nausea has left him which he’s incredibly glad for. He finally lets his eyelids fall open to look at the beautiful sight of the man in front of him.
“Good morning, sweetheart. I made breakfast so you can take the medicine." Minho smiles gently at him.
Jisung thinks he’s his actual guardian angel.
Even though his sense of smell has gotten worse since the night, he can still get a whiff of a warm aroma surrounding the whole apartment.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work, hyung?” he weakly asks, his voice cracking drastically.
Minho usually works remotely from home, taking care of all the finances of his dance studio. He still teaches and comes to work two times a week for a few hours—today being one of the days.
“I called in sick, don’t worry. I’m more worried about you. Your fever didn’t go away at all so we’ll need you to sweat it with a little help of medication. If it doesn’t help, then we’ll have to go to the doctor.” Minho carefully caresses Jisung’s face and sighs.
Jisung stands up with a helpful hand of his boyfriend who leads him to the table in the kitchen. The younger man sits down, curiously observing as Minho draws the cutlery and places it next to him.
The breakfast is simple, probably made in a hurry—it’s scrambled eggs with butter toasts on the side. They’re not that simple to Jisung, though.
Minho’s eggs are one of a kind—moist, but not in the disgusting way—tender, creamy and mouth-watering. Jisung could eat them all the time and never get tired. It’s like a never ending hyperfixation.
Isn’t there some saying about food and love? The way to one’s heart is through their stomach? If Minho didn’t cook the eggs for him, he probably would reject him after their hang out. Don’t blame him, Minho is kind of a weird loser—even if that’s Jisung’s type, he’s still aware of it.
He shoots a smile in Minho’s way and mumbles a quiet ‘thank you for the meal’ before diving into his food. With his head thrown back, a moan escapes his lips at the taste. Minho chuckles at his boyfriend’s reaction—he’s a smart man who knew the eggs would lighten up Jisung’s mood.
“How do you make them so good?” Jisung’s lips form in a pout.
Minho never wants to tell him what is the secret ingredient he adds to make the eggs this delectable.
“Secret.” Minho presses his index finger to his mouth and smirks.
Yeah.
“Come on, hyung,” Jisung whines, making his best puppy eyes after years of mastering them.
“It’s cream.” Minho rolls his eyes, Jisung’s tactics working on him as always.
“Your cream?” Jisung asks as serious as never.
“What.” Minho’s eyes widen comically, his mouth opened wide.
Jisung laughs fondly and lightly pushes Minho’s jaw to close it.
“I mean, it’s very creamy! How do you do it?”
Minho blinks a few times at him in silence. “It’s heavy cream, Jisung.”
“Oh,” Jisung dumbly smiles. “It makes sense.”
He gets embarrassingly red as he turns his head away from Minho to avoid eye contact.
“You really thought I would put that in the eggs?” he stops eating, waiting for Jisung to answer.
“I don’t know.” Jisung shrugs his shoulders like the idiot he is.
“That’s disgusting, Jisung!” Minho exclaims and throws his hands in the air.
“Whatever,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.
After breakfast, Minho instructs Jisung to take his medicine and tells him to go back to bed. He complains a lot but finally lies down and after the medicine kicks in, his fever goes down, resulting in him napping for the rest of the day. Maybe except for their little break when they watch Tangled, and Jisung can’t suppress his giggles and squeals.
₊ ⊹ ⋆⁺₊❅.
On the next day, Jisung seems better. His fever has dropped and he wakes up smiley with a weaker hoarseness, which makes him feel like he’s on cloud 9.
Minho goes to a couple of stores in search of a mug similar to the one Jisung broke. He knows that it was his boyfriend’s favorite since it was an old gift; a cup with a meme of his beloved animal.
He manages to find a glass with a drawn hamster instead of a picture, but it’s fine—Jisung still squeals like a child when he sees it even though Minho thought he wouldn’t like it.
Noticing the hamster's cheeks, Jisung points to his own, stuffed with Basque (finally) cheesecake, which results in Minho breaking down in laughter. Hamster’s head is surrounded by little hearts and stars.
Jisung promises that he won’t break it, but Minho just kisses his lips to shut him up, and tells him to stop worrying about that stupid accident.
He doesn’t want Jisung to feel bad about it—even if he was fully conscious, Minho still wouldn’t be angry. Though he tries to seem mad sometimes, his fond eyes tell otherwise, always making Jisung giggle.
Jisung’s body temperature, more or less, stays stable for the whole day. It is until the evening approaches and he announces that he’s going to shower.
They’re already after a dinner Minho made for them—their favorite pasta with lots of cheese and heavy cream. Thank God, Jisung didn’t ask again if it has his cream as a secret ingredient.
Like the perfect boyfriend he is, Minho finds Jisung’s pajamas and towels so he can warm them up for him. The towel is green, matching Minho's pink one, while Baby Yoda is embroidered on the (also green) pajamas that Jisung bought a long time ago in high school. It’s surprising that he hasn’t grown out of them yet, and the material is still in a good state.
Listening to Jisung’s voice in the shower, he puts the materials on a radiator, treating them with care not to leave even a single wrinkle. Jisung’s vocal cords are a little strained, but it doesn’t distract from the beauty that Minho adores.
A few minutes later, when the singing fades, Minho takes the clothes, then comes closer to the bathroom and knocks. He hears Jisung murmur weakly to give him a second which makes Minho furrow his eyebrows—he didn’t sound so drained before.
“Are you okay, bug?” he asks concerned, “Do you feel worse?”
“Mhm,” Jisung responds from the other side of the door. “‘M cold.”
Asking again if he can come in, Minho clenches tighter on the warm clothes and opens the door when Jisung agrees with an affirmative hum. His heart aches as he notices a pout on Jisung’s face.
Minho helps him get dry, wiping his neck and placing a kiss under his ear as he blows the boy’s hair with a towel. Jisung almost purrs at Minho’s touch and fingers combing through the hair.
Not risking to make Jisung’s headache stronger, he tries to be as gentle as possible when he dries it with a hairdryer. Although they prefer to leave their hair scarcely dry, Minho needs to make sure Jisung doesn’t get more sick than he already is.
“You’ve been doing so much better today,” Minho sighs as he gets Jisung in the pajama set. The boy leans into Minho’s touch when he presses the kiss to his forehead, trying to feel the temperature. “You’re burning up again, baby, I’m sorry.”
A loud whine escapes Jisung’s lips at his boyfriend’s words. His temples pulse violently, making him wince at the bright light and his own voice, “It got worse so suddenly in the shower, I wasn’t expecting it.”
“I’ll get a thermometer and make you tea while you get settled in bed? We can watch something later if you’ll be up to it.” Minho warmly smiles at Jisung.
Minho stands before the boy with his hands behind his back, waiting to be held. When Jisung grabs them, they walk out and Minho shooshes him to the bedroom.
Jisung feels his consciousness slip as he gets under the covers. Pulling the duvet over his chin, he flops on his side and waits for Minho to come back. His thoughts turn into mush as shivers run down his spine and he starts to mumble incoherent things.
Even though he feels like a burden, he loves when his hyung takes care of him. The feeling of his warm body as he lies next to him and his encouraging words bring him comfort. He appreciates when Minho cooks him food and spoon feeds him later, making him feel like the most precious thing in the world.
Not a long time later, Minho appears in the door frame with the hamster mug and a medical kit in his hands. He sits on the edge of the bed and tells Jisung to open up, pushing the thermometer under his tongue.
He wanted to ventilate the room since Jisung seemed to feel better, but now the idea is out of the consideration—as if on cue, Jisung falls into a fit of coughs. Minho massages his back gently, tracing shapes of circles and hearts.
Minho takes the device out of his mouth, grimacing when he sees a feverish temperature. If it gets even a degree higher, they will need to go to the hospital—the solution they wanted to prevent the whole time.
“Can you drink this for me?” he puts the mug in Jisung’s sweaty hands. “I will be back so fast you won’t even realize that I was gone. I need to wet a cloth for you so we can ease down your fever.”
Minho is right.
Jisung is so caught up with his thoughts and the feeling of high that he doesn’t even process the cats sliding into the bed.
In a daze, he grabs a sticky note from the nightstand, trying to distract himself from the headache. It looks like an old scramble of his lyrics, black letters too bright for his eyes on the white sheet. He tries to read them but his eyes are clearly playing tricks on him.
When Jisung was a kid, he found his solace in making paper rings. Every time something overwhelming happened to him, his desk drowned in them.
He has been thinking a lot about rings recently—a few days ago he went on a hunt with Felix in search of a perfect jewel. He trusted the blonde boy the most even though he suggested buying a ring with a giant diamond. Jisung knew Felix liked big, shiny things, but not his Minho.
Minho liked minimalistic things—nothing that would bring him too much unwanted attention—so Jisung picked a simple silver ring with a small powdery pink jewel.
Several scenarios of him proposing to Minho have been flooding his mind, making him giggle at night. Right now, though, his brain is empty and he doesn’t remember about the ring. His whole attention is on the piece of paper; the boy determined to create the perfect ring for his future fiancé.
Jisung folds the paper in the right ways, not noticing Minho walking into the room until he presses a cold material to his forehead, earning a little sigh from him.
With his eyebrows raised, Minho observes Jisung’s actions, deciding to not say anything before he finishes. He seems to notice that Jisung is completely out of it, which makes him worry a bit.
“What are you doing, bug?” Minho asks as he removes wet strands out of his forehead.
Big brown eyes look up at him, acting like they’ve just seen him for the first time today when he mumbles, “Making a ring for hyungie.”
His voice is quiet and his words are vague, the pain probably making it difficult to speak properly.
Minho’s lips form a small circle as his eyebrows shoot up. “For me?”
“Jisungie is a dumbass and forgot to buy you a ring!” he exclaims, resulting in Minho’s confusion growing more. “How else am I supposed to propose?”
Deep shade of red blooms on Minho’s cheeks (the pretty colour shows on his ears, neck and chest. His feet are probably scarlett too. Fuck his blood circulation).
Propose?
“W-what?” His eyes are wide and he’s embarrassed about his stutter, but it doesn’t matter right now—what does matter, though, is that Jisung wants to propose to him with a paper ring.
Jisung grabs his hand harshly and slides the paper ring on his finger, making Minho surprised at how perfectly it fits.
They both stare at it for a moment or two before Jisung starts giggling like an absolute maniac. “Wait.”
Minho observes him bewildered, terrified that his next words will give him a heart attack.
“I think I already bought you a ring.” His eyes shine in a feverish way but they boy starts smiling more, despite the pain he is in.
Jisung makes a move to get up but Minho stops him abruptly, scared that Jisung will lose his stability and fall.
He’s purposely ignoring the erratic beat of his heart; a result of Jisung’s words. I think I already bought you a ring.
Does Jisung know that Minho ordered a ring for him online? It’s supposed to be delivered sometime this week.
Minho has everything planned—a homemade dinner and love making in the soft candle light. Later, he would pop the big question (of course not immediately after the orgasm, that would be weird. Should he think of a romantic bath?). Jisung always starts crying in his imaginations.
But this, this is better, more like them—Minho being surprised and flustered while Jisung cannot stop laughing. He definitely wasn’t expecting to get proposed to by a very sick man.
“You can find the ring later, Jisungie,” he rushes to answer, pushing Jisung’s shoulders until his back hits the mattress again.
Jisung huffs, annoyed, but Minho only laughs at him lovingly and tells him that he’ll go shower. His heart keeps racing but he manages to hide it with his steady words and a kiss to Jisung’s choco chip mole.
Later, Minho joins him in his pink pajamas with a cat pattern and a big “meow” written on his chest. Usually Jisung is the one who spoons him but he makes an exception this time, wrapping his arms around the sleeping boy’s waist.
“Why didn’t you say yes, hyung?” Jisung whines quietly and flutters his eyelashes.
So he’s not asleep as Minho thought.
He’s still a bit out of it but his fever has dropped enough to stop making Minho anxious.
“You didn’t ask,” he responds with a smug expression on his face.
“Will you—” Jisung starts but he’s quickly shut by Minho’s hand.
“We’ll talk about this in the morning. Let’s go to sleep now, you’re still warm,” he pulls the duvet over Jisung’s head to make him sweat out the heat. It makes Jisung laugh greatly.
Can he call Jisung his fiancé now?
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They do talk about it.
Jisung turns crimson red—apparently only briefly remembering anything from last night—when Minho shows him the paper ring and makes fun of his words. He says something about playing Paper rings by Taylor Swift at their wedding, which he earns a slap in the arm for.
Minho asks Jisung if he was serious, and that makes him even more flustered, but he finally says that yes, he was drop dead serious. On the occasion, Minho admits to ordering a proposal ring too.
They laugh a lot when Jisung asks to forget his failed proposal and start over with this engagement thing.
And they do start over.
When Minho’s package arrives, Jisung is no longer sick so he schedules a dinner with him, making sure that nothing will ruin their moment. Jisung pretends he doesn’t suspect anything, but prepares in secret as well.
Everything goes as Minho imagined it in his dreams. Jisung cries a bit, too.
Minho dresses up in his cute, cat themed apron and prepares a feast. Miso soup and tteokbokki with a less spicy sauce but a generous amount of cheese (he swears that it’s because he forgot to add more chili, not because Jisung can’t handle spice well).
Nothing matters to Minho more than Jisung’s smiley, stuffed with food, cheeks.
They have the sweetest sex ever, worshipping each other’s bodies, because they’re both aware that their relationship will upgrade to a higher level today.
The bath is just as sweet, both of them helping the other wash their body, carefully tracing shapes and curves.
Their laughter fills the apartment as they propose to each other at the same time. On their one knee, they fall into each other’s arms, a few tears spilling out of Jisung’s eyes when Minho gives him the ring.
It’s very similar to the one Jisung bought, except it’s silver with a tiny green diamond.
That’s what they are and always will be.
Pink and green.
A cherry blossom tree next to a big old oak coming towards each other’s presence.