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Jisung has been feeling weird around Minho for about a week now.
Every time he sees him, his cheeks grow warm, his palms become sweaty, and his heart beats faster. Perhaps it has nothing to do with Minho — maybe Jisung has just come down with a mysterious illness.
Whatever it is, it seems to be getting worse with each passing day and is very much getting on Jisung's nerves.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Jisung and Minho have been best friends for eight years, roommates for nearly four.
It all began when two of their friends started dating (read: thank you, Chan and Felix). The two friend groups were forced to meet and therefore combine.
Everyone got on well — they were like one big family — but Jisung and Minho just clicked. They fell into sync almost instantaneously after meeting. Jisung could unapologetically be himself around Minho and vice versa.
They didn’t need to talk constantly — the silence sometimes being far more comfortable than conversation.
They knew each other like the back of their hand.
However, their friendship changed around year three — Minho pulled back, became distant. If it were anybody else Jisung probably wouldn’t have noticed, but since he was so attuned to Minho he noticed almost immediately.
While Jisung didn’t know what caused this distance he knew Minho. If there was an issue he trusted Minho would tell him, it was an unspoken rule after all.
But after days turned into weeks of this almost imperceptible silence and Jisung watching his interactions with their other friends, he realised that Minho’s distance was towards Jisung and Jisung only.
It seemed to disappear for a while around the time Jisung came out as bi until it reemerged, bigger than before. That was around the time Jisung got his first boyfriend — not that that means anything, obviously — it’s just a time frame.
Unlike the first time, Minho wasn’t nervous around Jisung, he was sad and defeated.
Sometimes Jisung thought he might even burst out into tears.
As time went on the gap was never really filled — they were still closest to each other but there was this part of Minho Jisung could never reach, almost as if he had built a wall around himself, that only ever appeared around Jisung.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
The turning point was an ordinary day, well not really, all things considered.
Minho had first brought up his idea with Jisung a couple of weeks ago (one he had instantly loved) but he had had to wait a while before he was able to go in.
Jisung had asked Minho if he wanted him accompany him, but Minho just shook his head and said, “I’m a big boy, Sung, I think I can go myself. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”
So Jisung had been left alone to his own devices, waiting for Minho to come back.
He was practically buzzing with anticipation the entirety of Minho’s appointment, so the time went by surprisingly fast.
A quiet ping from beside him grabbed his attention and it was Minho stating that he was on his way back.
So now Jisung was nervously waiting in the living room of their shared apartment, waiting to see Minho. It wasn’t a bad nervousness — he was excited to see how it had turned out.
Would Minho look bad? Of course not, Minho was the most beautiful man Jisung had ever laid eyes on, but not in a weird way.
A totally, platonic, friendship wa—woah.
The door opened and in came Minho, fidgeting with his hands as he averted Jisungs gaze.
It was as if he were waiting for Jisung’s opinion before coming in any further, ready to bolt away if he didn’t like his dongsaeng’s opinion.
It took Jisung an embarrassingly long time to formulate words, let alone thoughts.
In all the years they had known each other, seeing Minho blonde was a first, not that Jisung was complaining, thank you very much.
He looked something straight out of a fantasy novel, because there is no way a human could look as radiant as Minho did. It was otherworldly.
Simply put he looked “beautiful. You look—uh, it looks great Min.” Jisung croaked awkwardly.
Minho slowly raised his head, eyes wide and shining with surprise as his cheeks turned that dusty pink Jisung loved so much — Minho couldn’t help but blush at compliments, and Jisung found great pride in being the source of his shyness.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
Minho's shoulders visibly relaxed at that, a small smile gracing his features, however Jisung felt anything but relaxed.
He was pretty sure his face was now redder than Minho’s. He faked a cough, excusing himself to the kitchen under the guise of fetching himself some water.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
While Minho was expectantly waiting for Jisung’s return in the living room where he had left him, Jisung was trying not to lose his shit in the kitchen.
His fingers clenched the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white as he forced himself to take deep breaths.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Jisung? Calm down, this is Minho. Lee Minho, your best friend and roommate of eight years.”
A sound from the living room disrupted Jisungs internal panic, although he hadn’t quite caught it.
“I’m sorry what?”
“Oh, I was just asking what was taking so long” Minho called.
“I thought you fell into the sink again and got stuck or something.”
“My bad!”
Jisung heard a slight chuckle as he made his way back to the room, “and it was one time! It barely counts anyway because Changbin basically dropped me in there!”
Minho was already looking at Jisung when he passed the doorframe, eyes crinkled from a toothy smile that made Jisung’s heart violently constrict. Jisung stopped dead in his tracks, arms hanging uselessly as he looked to his side until Minho spoke up.
“I could go for some sushi. Want any?”
“Oh uh, yes please. That would be nice, thank you.”
Minho fixed Jisung with a puzzling look before shaking his head and pulling out his phone.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
In the end, it turned out that Jisung was not in fact hungry, and had to literally force the nigiri down throat to avoid suspicion from Minho.
What was he supposed to tell Minho? That he couldn’t focus on anything apart from how pretty Minho looked? That he wanted to kiss the stupid smirk off his face?
It’s not as if Jisung had never noticed Minho’s looks before, it was basically the first thing he noticed when they met. But the fact that his best friend was making him feel all these confusing things was the concerning part.
Jisung didn’t even know what these feelings were, so there was no way he could tell Minho.
After an excruciatingly long (really early) dinner on Jisung’s behalf, they went their separate ways to wash up.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
As he sat under the shower head, with nothing to keep him occupied, Jisung couldn’t help but think about his confusing feelings.
He thought back to the start of the week when he started getting these ‘symptoms’ around Minho.
He could have lived blissfully unaware but no, Minho just had to get his hair bleached and now there was no denying it.
Okay, maybe Jisung was projecting a little bit, but who could blame him? He had just come to the realisation that he had a tiny — maybe not so tiny — crush on his best friend, whom he lives with.
And since he lives with Minho, there’s really no avoiding him, especially when Fridays are movie nights.
He mentally braced himself as he opened his bedroom door, hearing Minho’s voice call from the kitchen.
“Sungie? Are you ready? I made popcorn!”
Jisung groaned as he made himself comfortable on Minho’s bed. “But I already brushed my teeth!”
A bowl of popcorn was being shoved to Jisung’s chest followed by a fond chuckle. “Well, that sucks for you because you don’t have a choice.”
Jisung’s heart beat faster as Minho took place by his side on the bed, close enough that their thighs were slightly touching.
It was a harmless gesture, one that they had done countless times before, but now Jisung couldn’t help but be hyper aware of every one of Minho’s movements.
“We should watch this new anime,” Minho murmured, not leaving room for disagreement for the intro was already playing. Not that Jisung would argue anyway because he was having some difficulty thinking properly.
A couple of episodes in, after all the popcorn had been finished and bowls had been tossed aside, Jisung saw Minho’s head bob before he jolted upright.
“Tired, huh?” Jisung chuckled.
Minho shook his head drowsily before stifling a yawn. “Nope, not even a lil’.” He slurred groggily.
They fell back into silence, but it wasn’t long before a head took place on Jisung’s shoulder. Jisung inhaled sharply before whispering a soft “Minho?”
There was no response so Jisung carefully turned his head to be met with the sight of Minho asleep on his shoulder.
His brows were perfectly relaxed, not a hint of tension between them and his lips, ever so slightly parted gave a view of his little bunny teeth. He looked so beautifully serene in that moment, Jisung couldn’t help it when his heart began pounding.
He internally cringed, worried that Minho would be woken by his racing heart so he tried to calm himself, taking deep breaths and squeezing his eyes shut. However, all he saw behind his closed lids was Minho — which was certainly not helping his case.
The boy beside him stirred, nuzzling into Jisung’s neck, drawing a startled gasp from Jisung’s lips. He clamped a hand over his mouth but it was no use.
“Hannie?” A drowsy voice whispered. Jisung swallowed before answering.
“Yeah, hyung?” He returned in a whispered tone.
The weight on his shoulder disappeared and he found himself mourning the loss of warmth. Instead, a small hand was tugging at his arm.
“Let’s go to sleep,” Minho mumbled from the pillow and Jisungs movements felt robotic as he set the laptop on the side table and lay down beside Minho, until an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him in.
Jisung tentatively brought a hand to Minho’s hair, smiling when a contented sigh escaped his friend’s lips.
“Minho?”
“Yeah?”
“…goodnight.”
“Night, Ji.”
Jisung listened as Minho’s breathing evened out, letting out a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Jisung woke to the sound of sizzling, unaware he had even fallen asleep — he had spent most of the night watching Minho and trying to come to terms with the fact he wanted to kiss his best friend. In a non-platonic way.
He rolled over, breathing in the pillow’s scent.
One that was sweet and deep, and oh, so Minho.
The door was slightly ajar, so he opted to peek out of the crack instead of going straight out.
Minho was standing over the frying pan with a spatula, shaking his hips as he hummed, the bow of his cat apron swaying every so often.
There was a quiet meow that made Minho look down at his feet.
“Aww, is someone hungry? Give me a second Dori, I need to make sure this pancake doesn’t burn.”
Jisung didn’t know how he hadn’t realised, he felt a bit silly not having noticed the sweet smell of his favourite breakfast.
His heart swelled at the thought of Minho waking up to make Jisung’s favourite meal (after cheesecake and sushi, of course). It all felt terribly domestic and Jisung had to shake his head to get rid of the ridiculous thoughts he was having. ‘Friends, Jisung.’
It was almost as if Minho could sense Jisung’s presence, because he turned around suddenly, a soft smile spreading across his face as he saw Jisung.
“Morning sleepyhead, I made breakfast. Go sit down, I need to feed our kids.”
He felt a warm blush spreading across his face at Minho’s usage of the term ‘our kids’.
When they first talked about moving in with each other Minho seemed a bit worried.
‘I’m just afraid they won’t like you.’
‘Who?’
‘My kids.’
‘What? Minho you have children, plural!? How the fuck am I only just hearing about this now!’
‘No, you silly. I have cats. Oh, who am I kidding? They’re gonna love you Jisungie, it’s impossible not to.’
Jisung smiled at the memory.
All three of them: Soonie, Doongie and Dori took quite a quick liking to Jisung, thus crediting him with the term ‘Father’ (Minho was Mother for some unknown reason — apparently they couldn’t both be Father because ‘It’d be too confusing Jagi’). However, it always felt nice to be so important in Minho’s life that he got to be the father to his cats, now more than ever.
“Sung?”
Jisung’s head snapped up, startled by the sudden voice.
“Sorry, did I startle you? You were in your own little world there, giggling like a high-school teenager. It was quite cute.” Minho teased with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes as Minho sat down across from him, setting down a plate of warm, chocolate chip pancakes.
“I hate you,” Jisung grumbled reaching for the plate.
Minho’s hand snatched the plate first holding it away from Jisung.
“What did you say? I must have misheard you, surely.”
“I said I ha-tolerate you.” The boy across from him just sighed, shaking his head as he handed Jisung the plate.
“I suppose that will do… for now~”
“W-what’s that supposed to mean?!” Jisung shrieked, flustered by the implication.
Minho burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as he struggled to breathe. Jisung felt himself join in on the laughter, giggling like a high-school teenager.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Later that afternoon, Jisung headed to the studio to work on some music with Chan and Changbin.
“There he is! We thought you would never turn up. What took so long?”
“He was probably trying to figure out how to bring Minho with him so they didn’t have to part. You know what they’re like.” Changbin teased, voice light.
It was an all too familiar feeling since of late, but Jisung felt his cheeks warming rapidly at the implications.
“Jisung, you’re all red! Are you feeling okay?” Chan worried, like always. Changbin’s laughter cut through Chan’s fretting.
“Maybe he finally realised he’s in love with Minho! It’s about time! You see the way they look at each other, they’re all lovely dovey!”
Chan turned to scold Changbin, both falling back into their routine bickering, but Jisung couldn’t hear their voices, feeling like all the air had been punched out of his lungs.
Love? Like in love… with Minho?
And what does he mean by the way they look at each other?
He pulled out his phone, immediately going onto Google and searching ‘how to tell if you are in love or if it is a crush’ and after viewing the results Jisung felt his world flip upside down.
He was in love with his best friend.
jisung
Sorry, I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.
minho 😽
👍
Jisung let out a deep breath, turning to his elders as they got up from their chairs.
“I think I’m gonna stay for a bit longer,” Jisung said. He saw Chan’s brows furrow.
“Don’t stay for too long. I know you Jisung.” His eldest hyung chided, voice laced with concern.
“It’s fine hyung, I won’t stay for much longer.” And with that, he sent them out the door, a forced smile plastered on his face.
He couldn’t think properly.
Han Jisung, in love with Lee Minho? Hah! That’s laughable!
Oh, how Jisung wishes he were laughing right now.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Regrettably, Jisung spent far too long at the studio doing nothing more than worrying and reading online forums, trying to come up with a logical explanation and coming up short.
By the time he finally got back to their apartment, it was 2:19 am, and he hadn’t received any messages from Minho so he was sure he was in the clear.
Minho usually wasn’t up by the time Jisung got back home late anyways, which was more often than not.
Truth be told, Jisung wasn’t sure he’d be able to face his best friend right now.
As he opened the door though, his heart sank as he was met with a sleeping Minho on the couch, a light coming from the kitchen.
His stomach knotted at the sight.
Two plates of pasta.
Minho had waited for Jisung, and he hadn’t eaten.
Jisung wondered if maybe Minho did wait up, for a while at least, to try and make sure he got back safe.
Suddenly he wondered how he had never noticed it before. Just how in love with this man he was.
He felt a tear roll down his cheek before his vision became blurry. He felt terrible and warm all at the same time, it was all too much really. He felt so cared for, something he was realising, he had been taking for granted all these years.
He sat down on the floor, back against the couch where Minho’s feet were and sobbed softly. Eventually, his tears slowed down, replaced by heavy lids, sleep greeting him — wearing the face of the one he loved dearly.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Jisung awoke to the feeling of his head throbbing.
He sat up groaning, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes, in an attempt to alleviate the pain. As he removed his hands, letting them fall beside himself, he realised he was in his room.
On his bed — one which he had not fallen asleep on last night.
“…Minho!” Jisung concluded, springing off his bed, hurtling towards the hallway.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
The apartment was empty — much to Jisung’s disappointment and relief — Minho seemingly having gone out already.
He made his way to the kitchen, in dire need of water and some Panadol, when a note on the bench caught his eye.
He gingerly picked it up, struggling to make sense of the words while battling his now pounding head.
‘Morning, bug! I'm headed out to the gym with Chan and Binnie, then I'll go grocery shopping. There's some pasta in the fridge you can heat up!
xoxo Minho~’
Jisung hugged the note to his stomach, heart fluttering in his chest. He did feel a little bad, however, that it was the dinner from the night before, one that Minho hadn’t eaten because he was waiting for a freaked Jisung.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
He didn’t know how long Minho had been gone for, or when he would be back, which made the wait even
harder.
Despite all his worries earlier, Jisung was excited about his newfound feelings for his best friend.
He didn’t feel much different, he supposed he had always felt this way for Minho, but now he could finally put a name to these emotions.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
He spent a while ruminating in his thoughts before he heard a noise, jumping off the couch as he heard the lock to the apartment click.
A triumphant voice wrung out as Minho stepped in. “I got cheesecake~ Your favourite!”
But before the elder could properly get inside Jisung flung himself at Minho, wrapping his arms around his hyung’s neck as he smiled. He felt so content, so safe.
“S-Sungie?” Minho stammered quietly, confusion and shock apparent in his voice.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to see Minho’s face.
“Why won’t you hug me back?” He questioned, pout clear through his voice. He looked down at Minho’s hands, both occupied with grocery bags at the moment.
“Oh. S-sorry, I don’t — uhh, thanks — for the cheesecake. Guess I just missed you,” Jisung stammered quietly, taking a step back.
He felt his cheeks heat up as he stared at the floor, waiting for Minho to say something — do something.
But he didn’t.
Jisung risked a glance up, freezing momentarily when he saw Minho — more precisely Minho’s face.
His cheeks were dusted with a slight pink colour, his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows raised. His eyes, though. They were big and bright, filled with something he hadn’t seen in a long time. It almost looked like… hope?
But the moment was over before Jisung could make sense of it, Minho looking away.
When he looked back up the gleam was gone, replaced by what Jisung could only think of as resignation.
“It’s okay, Sung. Just had my hands full is all. It’s nice to know I’m so important, though!” He teased, trying to lighten the mood, though even Jisung could tell it was forced.
“Yeah, you are.”
Minho’s eyes widen slightly, and that look in his eyes.
“Look, hyung. I’m sorry, I got caught up last night and—“
“It’s okay Ji. I waited because I wanted to.” Minho offered with a small smile.
Jisung’s throat suddenly felt dry, forcing a gulp.
It was said with so much sincerity that Jisung could feel the guilt in his stomach simmer and die down. He also couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, his feelings were requited, even if just a little bit.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
“OH, FINALLY! HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU SUNGIE!” Felix squealed excitedly.
He thought his sunshine twin had a right to know, after he confided in Jisung about his blooming romance with Chan.
Felix had almost killed Jisung for waiting so long to tell him, almost.
“W-what?! In LOVE, with me?” Jisung shrieked.
He thought his feelings were somewhat returned, but he thought it only went as far as ‘like’.
After all Han Jisung wasn’t on Lee Minho’s level. Felix was practically bouncing on the spot, with how happy he was.
“YES! I can’t believe you’re just now realising! You have so much time to make up for!”
Jisung felt his stomach drop, all his new excitement disappearing in an instant.
“Wait, what?” He asked, filled with dread. Felix’s smile turned into one of confusion, tilting his head slightly.
“What?”
“What do you mean? ‘So much time to make up for?’”
Felix’s face fell, now beginning to look panicked.
“Shit,” he muttered. “D-don’t worry about it. So, how did you realise then?” Felix questioned, trying to backpedal.
“No. Felix, what’s going on? What do you mean?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s not my place.” He grimaced, looking pained.
Jisung felt his anxiety creeping up, suddenly filled with worry. Felix noticed it instantly — of course he did, they had grown up together after all — gently grabbing Jisung’s hands.
“It’s okay Sungie, deep breaths.”
“N-no. Felix tell me.” He gritted.
He heard Felix sigh deeply.
“Channie is going to kill me for this, you know.” He shook his head, clearly more worried about Jisung than whatever he would have to deal with later.
“So basically, Minho has been in love with you for years.” Jisung’s eyes widened instantly.
Years?
“He didn’t say anything because, well, he thought you were straight. I mean, even I didn’t know at the time — which I’m not upset about!” He stressed, knowing how hard a time that was for Jisung.
“But then when you came out…” Felix paused not knowing what to say.
Jisung’s memory filled in the blanks, remembering the initial space Minho put between them, then that bridge being filled up, with something called hope.
“Shit,” Jisung muttered under his breath. “Then when I started dating — oh god.”
He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Everything suddenly made sense. The distance, the walls, the looks.
“How did he do it? H-how could I have hurt him for so long? I didn’t even realise!” He sobbed into Felix’s shoulder, the latter currently rubbing soothing circles onto Jisung’s back.
“It’s not your fault, you couldn’t have known,” Felix whispered comfortingly.
Suddenly the freckled boy pulled back, looking at Jisung fiercely. “But you do now, so what are you going to do about it?”
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
When Jisung swung open the door, his cheeks were flushed — partly from anticipation and the fact that he had bolted up the stairs, elevator currently out of order — and his veins were coursing with determination.
He would make the first move — confess to Minho. He would make up for the lost time, he owed Minho as much.
“Sungie?”
Minho poked his head out of his room, hair pushed out of his face by a bunny headband. He was smoothing something over his face when he looked down, eyebrows furrowing.
“You got flowers? From who?” Minho questioned nonchalantly, though now he could hear the forced-ness of it all.
As Minho stepped out fully, Jisung, could see that Minho was wearing his kitten pyjamas, the ones Jisung had gotten him a couple of years ago. He felt so stupid. So much lost time.
Jisung was a pretty nervous person, but he had gotten better over the years. Now, though, all he wanted was to run away. But he knew he couldn’t.
“T-they’re for you!” Jisung squeaked, holding them out for Minho, hiding his burning face behind them.
Jisung continued before he could chicken out. “They’re cosmos. Your-your birth flower.”
The silence was turning Jisung’s nervousness into worry. Had he read this wrong? Had Felix — had Chan been wrong?
He lowered the flowers slightly, eyes widening at the fear on Minho’s face.
“Jisung, what is this? What’s going on?” Minho’s voice trembled on the last couple of words.
Jisung could feel the pressure building behind his eyes. Did Minho really have no faith that his feelings could be reciprocated? He needed to do something — needed to reassure Minho of his affections.
But all he could do was run and wrap his arms around his hyung. Bouquet dropped and discarded beside him while Minho’s arms fell limp at his sides.
“I’m so sorry, hyung. I’m sorry it took me so long.” He whispered into Minho’s shoulder.
Minho went rigid in his grip, breath stuttering.
“W-what?” He asked, voice so quiet Jisung wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he wasn’t right next to his mouth.
“I’m in love with you too!” He nearly shouted, wincing at both the loudness and how forward he was. His confession was followed by an almost palpable silence, until there was a sniffle.
Jisung gasped when two strong arms wrapped themselves around Jisung’s waist, holding on for dear life. There was a wetness on his skin when Minho buried his head in the crook of Jisung’s neck, before his shoulders started to shake.
Jisung’s heart constricted as he listened to his hyung weep.
He had never witnessed Minho cry, not once. The sound itself was terrifying, but for Jisung to be the reason for it was heartbreaking — no matter the emotions behind it.
Tears started clouding Jisung’s vision as he pulled back slightly, seeing the state Minho was in.
His eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down his cheeks as his chewed lips trembled.
Jisung tentatively brought a hand up to cup Minho’s cheek, thumb brushing the tears away. Minho whimpered, leaning into the warmth of Jisung’s hand.
“Don’t cry. I love you hyung, I’m so sorry I never realised before.”
A watery laugh escaped Minho’s lips.
“Why now? I look so ugly like this.” He complained, gesturing to his white headband with fluffy ears.
Jisung frowned, bringing his hand up to gently slide the headband off Minho’s messy bleached hair, letting it fall around his elbow, before brushing his hand through Minho’s hair.
“I think you look very pretty though,” he blinked at Minho, whose eyes were thankfully not watering anymore, but were big and round while sporting a fiery blush.
He looked down, at their now interconnected hands before glancing up at Minho’s lips. “Hyung, may I kiss you?”
Jisung could see the bob of Minho’s Adam’s apple, and all he could do was let out a weak “yeah,” as if he was stuck in place.
Jisung cupped Minho’s cheek with one hand, the other curling around his neck — fingers snaking into the hair at his nape — pulling him down to meet Jisung’s lips. The moment their lips met, a small gasp was elicited from Minho’s mouth, and everything fell into place for Jisung. His knees felt weak, and his stomach was filled with hundreds of fluttering butterflies.
He pulled back abruptly, making Minho whine as he chased after Jisung’s lips. Jisung chuckled as he knelt, picking up the bouquet. He looked up, holding his arms upwards for Minho.
“Minho, can I be your boyfriend?”
Minho broke into the most blinding smile Jisung had ever seen. He grabbed him by the arm, pulling Jisung up to press a quick peck to his cheek.
Minho was giggling like a high-school teenager before happily answering “YES!”
Jisung’s cheeks hurt from smiling so widely, but he couldn’t care less — he was too happy.
Jisung looked at the flowers, pouting.
“Sorry, they’re a bit messed up—“ he was cut off by Minho pulling him into a tight hug, some flower petals floating around at the impact.
“Well, they’re a bit messier now. They’re perfect, you’re perfect.” Minho sighed happily.
Minho placed the flowers on the bench before pulling Jisung towards his room.
“Hyung, what are you doing?! W-we can’t! I’m all dirty!”
Minho turned around, looking confused before a cat-like smirk spread across his face.
“Wow, Jisungie. I didn’t expect you to be so dirty-minded, I need to wash my sheets anyway~” The blonde teased. Jisung spluttered, coughing as he choked on air.
“N-no! I wasn’t thinking about that at all!” He flustered. Minho’s smile became sincere, looking at Jisung fondly.
“All in good time, Jagiya.” The nickname wasn’t uncommon between them, but now it sent a shiver down Jisung’s spine. “We have all the time in the world. Now, come to bed.“
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
The couple lay tangled on Minho’s bed, kissing languidly as they traced patterns on each other’s clothed bodies.
Kissing Minho was the best experience Jisung has ever had the pleasure of having. Their lips slotted together perfectly, moving lazily against each other in a way that made Jisung’s knees weak even whilst lying down.
How had he lived this long without getting to experience the taste of Minho? Jisung knew now, he would never be able to survive without it — not that he would want to, obviously!
The pair both started getting sluggish with their movements, fatigue finally catching up with them after the emotional hour that was the start of their relationship.
They settled to nestle with each other. Jisung’s back pressed flush against Minho’s chest, who had his arms around Jisung’s waist, and head in the crook of his neck.
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
Jisung was so content and calm that he was nearly drifting asleep when a single drop of water fell on his neck. And then another. And another.
He turned around in Minho’s arms, frowning when he saw Minho tearing up.
“Jagi, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Minho sniffled, wiping away his tears frustratedly. “I guess I’m just really happy. I thought you’d never feel the same.”
“I’m sorry.”
He saw Minho’s eyebrows furrow, a glint of sorrow in his eyes.
“Hey, none of that. I was just happy I got to spend so much time beside you. And, anyway, we’re together now, aren’t we?”
Minho perked up at Jisung’s exaggerated pout, kissing it off his face before they were both giggling like a couple of high-school teenagers.
“What made you fall in love with me, anyway?” Minho asked curiously.
“I think I’ve always been in love with you.” Jisung surmised. “My heart knew what it needed before I did.”
“Me too.” Minho agreed. “Except I’ve always known.”
Minho pressed a soft kiss to both of Jisung’s cheeks, then an overly loud one to his lips — though he hit more of his teeth than anything, by how wide Jisung was grinning.
“Hey Sungie?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I forgot to tell you earlier, but I love you.”
“I love you too,” and it was the easiest thing Jisung had ever said. “I’ll never stop. I still have so much lost time to make up for.”
— 𑁍ࠬܓ —
A comfortable silence befell upon the lovers, laying chest to chest, legs tangled together as they held the other.
They simply stared at the other, in awe of the man in front of them, endlessly grateful that they were able to share this moment — this love.
And as the hand ticked over to midnight, the new day wasn’t just another twenty-four hours — it was the start of something else new entirely.
A love so intuitive~