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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Pairing: Chanlix (mention of Minchan | Minsung | Y/N)

Word Count: 4532

Summary: Watching his best friend and former lover Minho getting married breaks Chan's heart. Leaving the wedding early he gets pulled over for speeding by a surprisingly handsome officer...

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, friends to lovers to friends, minsung is getting married, chan gets a little drunk, bodyguard!chan, officer!felix, mafia boss!minho, smut, sub!felix, dom!chan, strangers to lovers, anxious!min

A/N: Soo I didn't plan on posting anything of the mafia series I've been working on yet but I thought I could use this chapter since it's very Chanlix centered🤭 I hope you guys like the first glimpse at the series (yn at the beginning only here). Hope you like it miu @miuracha 💕💕

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You sit down with them, taking Felix’s previous place, and look at Chan curiously. “Now I really wanna know how the two of you met. Felix isn’t usually like this.”

“I wasn’t either,” Chan giggles softly and rubs his face. “Fine, but I won’t tell you all the details,” he giggles, thinking back to the night he met Felix.

Four years ago

Chan watches the newly wedded couple in front of him, keeping up the fake smile he has been wearing for hours. Minho smiles brightly, kissing Jisung for the hundredth time tonight, and pulls him in close as they sway across the dance floor. The golden ring on his hand shines brightly beneath the lights, and so do those beautiful brown eyes he fell in love with all these years ago.

Minho's happiness is his top priority, especially after those last couple of years. Chan stopped counting the nights Minho clung to him in feverish nightmares, searching for him to hold him when he felt like falling apart. Now he's happy with someone else. It shouldn't matter. It should be enough to see him smile again, to be so purely in love and finally feel at peace. It should be, but it isn't.

Chan's heart breaks with every kiss he watches. It shatters with every loving gaze Minho gifts to Jisung and not him. Hearing them exchanging vows and tying the knot was by far the worst moment of his life since he lost his parents. He takes another sip of his drink and presses his lips together tightly, getting a little emotional. He needs to get out of here. Chan pushes himself off his chair and grabs the keys to his motorcycle.

"Channie, hyung," Minho's soft voice stops him, and turning around, he can see them coming toward him. "You're leaving already?"

"I'm not feeling so well, I'm sorry, Min," he lies smoothly.

"Oh no, what's wrong?" he asks worriedly, eyes scanning his body for possible signs of discomfort.

"Nothing, I'll be fine," he waves him off.

"Chan," Minho frowns at him.

"Min, sweetie," Jisung chimes in gently. "Let him go if he needs to rest, you have enough other bodyguards around."

"Yeah, but this is my best friend," Minho argues softly, not knowing how hurtful those two little words are for Chan. Jisung gives him a meaningful glance before excusing himself to go and talk to a friend of his. Minho gives him a quick kiss, and Chan is gone when he turns back around.

Chan races down the stairs of the wedding venue Minho rented and blindly fumbles for his keys as tears burn in his eyes. He reaches his bike and grabs his helmet, hands shaking as he unclasps it.

"Chan!" Minho calls out for him, rushing down the stairs and coming to a halt in front of him. He frowns seeing the tears in his eyes. "Oh, Channie, that bad?" he asks worriedly.

"I'm just feeling really sick right now, that's all," he says quietly, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Let me drive you home then," he suggests.

"Min, this is your wedding," he argues. "You can't just vanish."

"I can do whatever I want," he snorts.

"Wouldn't be fair to him, would it?" he asks, and Minho's smile falters.

"He'd get it. You're my best friend, and if you feel like shit, it's my responsibility to take care of you."

"No, Minnie, it's my responsibility to take care of you. You're supposed to be in there with your husband-" he chokes on the word and swallows hard.

Minho gently grabs his hand, his ring burning against Chan's skin. "Channie, dear," he says softly. "I just…be careful, okay?"

"Of course," he nods quickly.

"Promise me," Minho asks gently.

"Min," Chan sighs, finally wanting to get away from this.

"Promise me you'll be careful. I couldn't handle it if something happened to you," he says, the grip around his hand growing stronger.

"I promise I'll be fine," he says, carefully easing his hand out of Minho's. He looks up and smiles at him bravely. "Go and have fun, alright?" he asks, and Minho nods hesitantly, searching his eyes.

He watches him climbing onto his bike and grabbing the helmet. He can tell something is very wrong, and he doubts it's what Chan says it is. Chan wouldn't leave his side because of that, he never does. "I love you, you know that right?" he asks timidly, and Chan freezes in his movements for a short moment.

"I love you," Chan answers just as timidly, and his gaze softens a little, meeting Minho's wide, confused eyes. "You look beautiful," he tells him gently, and Minho blushes almost instantly. "Thank you," he whispers.

"Come here," Chan sighs, and Minho steps closer. He hugs him tight and smiles as Minho holds onto him firmly. "You're doing great. I'm proud of you, Minnie," he says softly.

Minho's hold on him tightens. "Please don't go?"

Chan pulls back, cupping his cheek out of reflex. "You'll be fine."

"I feel safer when you're here," he confesses anxiously.

Chan shakes his head firmly, leaning in and planting a short, light kiss on his forehead. "You'll be fine," he whispers, and pulling back, there are tears burning in his eyes all over again.

Minho watches him, stunned, as he puts on the helmet and grabs his keys. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course," he promises, putting on his gloves.

"It's you and me against the world, right?" he asks timidly.

Chan feels like laughing at that. Minho just got married to Jisung but still thinks it's them against the rest. "Always, kitten," he says softly before starting the engine.

Minho stands still for a moment as Chan races off and nervously fidgets with his suit. He wonders if Chan would be alright and get home safely. Minho flinches softly as someone wraps their arms around him, hand resting on his chest.

"Hey there," Jisung says gently, kissing his cheek. "You're alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he nods and squeezes his hand, leaning back into him.

"He'll be okay," he tells him soothingly.

"I'm not sure this time," Minho shakes his head, deep in thought.

"He always is, he has to. He'd never leave you here if he didn't think you'd be safe," he points out, and Minho hums agreeingly. "Come on now, we have a party to celebrate," he says, gently pulling him with him.

Chan blinks away his tears, racing down the streets rather aimlessly. He doesn't want to go back home yet, he'll feel even lonelier in that big house without Min there. He has no other place to go, though. His parents are gone, there aren't any siblings, and Minho is all he had his whole life. The only constant variable in his life got ripped away for good. The safe house is over an hour away and full of memories. He can't escape it.

Chan speeds up a little, the wind pulling at his jacket, but he doesn't care. He'll just keep on driving all night and stay away from home for a bit. He notices the red light too late and curses to himself softly, that could've gone very wrong.

A loud siren behind him startles him a little, and glancing back through his mirror, he notices a police car getting closer. "Oh, for fucks sake," he curses and stops at the side of the road.

Felix parks behind him and hops out of the car. "That fucker really got some nerves," he whispers to himself, making his way over. "Excuse me, Sir, you-" he starts and loses track of his thoughts as the guy takes off his helmet. He meets a pair of soft and incredibly sad chocolate orbs he feels like he could drown in if he maintains eye contact for too long. Dark curls frame his face effortlessly, and god, those full lips. A quick glance down his body makes him suspect he's quite fit, and Felix scolds himself for getting all dreamy about a member of the mafia. It must be him.

"Yes, officer?" he asks patiently, resting the helmet on his thigh.

"You, uhm, you were speeding. And you ignored a red light," he tells him, frowning softly at his amused expression.

"I'm aware of that, thank you," he nods.

"That's not a kind reminder," Felix protests softly. "I just pulled you over because -."

"I don't get pulled over," Chan says calmly, and judging by Felix's stunned expression, he has no clue who he's talking to. "Ever heard of Minho Lee?"

Felix's eyes widen and he nods quickly. "Yeah, I did."

"Well, guess what, I'm pretty important to him. So remember this," he says, vaguely waving at himself and the motorcycle. "And don't pull me over again."

"I don't think I can-" he stammers.

Chan sighs heavily and reaches out for him, pushing aside his jacket gently to check the name tag. "Great, another fucking Lee who's ruining my day."

"You ruined that by yourself, Sir. I just reminded you of the law," Felix frowns, almost a little offended.

"The law's debatable," Chan shrugs and squints his eyes at him. He takes in the sight of him in his uniform and has to bite back a smirk, meeting his very confused brown eyes. Dark hair falls around his face, highlighting the freckles on it. He looks cute. " You're new here, aren't you?"

"Actually, I've been living here for my whole-."

"At the police force, darling," Chan huffs, and Felix's eyes widen, a soft blush creeping up his neck. Oh.

"I'm-Yes, I'm new," he nods quickly.

"I can tell," he says and smiles at him fondly. "Still so eager to do things right."

"We should," Felix nods quickly, subconsciously straightening his uniform.

"But they don't. And you won't if you want to survive this job," he nods thoughtfully. "You'll notice soon enough. Try staying away from Han's men, they're horrible to cops."

"Okay," he nods, wondering why the hell he is listening to this crap. "Sir, are you drunk?" he asks after a moment of silence.

Chan laughs out loud, and it's the first time today. "I'm not joking, stay away from the Han family. They're dangerous. It'd be a shame if they'd mess up that pretty face of yours," he says, and Felix's blush deepens. "But to answer your question, yes, I had a little too much."

"Then that's another reason you shouldn't be driving," Felix points out kindly.

"I have to get home somehow," he shrugs, staring up at the sky, slowly changing colors as the sun begins to set.

"You have no one to pick you up?" he asks, feeling pity for him.

"My best friend got married to another guy today. I have no one else," he tells him, not really sure why the fuck he'd be telling that to some random police officer.

"That's why you're drunk and driving so reckless," he hums understandingly. "You're heartbroken, aren't you?"

"What if I was?" he asks and watches him observantly. His brown hair shines beneath the setting sun, eyes sparkle beautifully. Chan can't help but think again about how effortlessly beautiful Officer Lee is.

"Then I'd feel sorry for pulling you over…but on second thought, not really. There's no use putting yourself at risk because someone hasn't found you fitting for themselves," he says very gently, observing Chan's eyes. "Maybe you're not the right person for him, but I'm sure you'll find your missing piece one day."

"Well, thanks for the advice, Officer Lee," he snorts and once more checks him out. Oh, fuck it. "When does your shift end tonight?"

Felix glances at his watch. "In five minutes," he tells him.

"May I take you out for dinner after? Make up for the trouble I caused you?" he asks smoothly, and Felix's eyes widen before he gathers himself quickly again.

"Purely that?" he asks, and Chan raises his eyebrow at him.

"You're bolder than you look," he smirks. "Not really, no."

"Well, then skip the politeness and take what you so clearly want," Felix announces, not without blushing heavily.

Chan sees right through him and nods to himself. "If you let me," he nods reluctantly.

"Please," Felix nods, growing a bit shy. He crosses his arms behind his chest to hide his hands shaking.

Chan looks at him, amused. "I don't know if you're naive or touch starved to get into bed with some stranger, but I'll take it."

"I know very well who you are, Mr. Bahng," he says, and surprise flashes in Chan's eyes. "You're the head bodyguard of Mr. Lee, and that best friend you've been talking about is the very same person. You're in love with your boss."

"Huh," Chan laughs stunned. "And that doesn't stop you from climbing into bed with me?"

"That's what makes it exciting," he corrects him, and Chan smirks.

"I believe your five minutes are over, dear," he says calmly, and Felix hums softly. "Keep up, alright?" he asks, putting his helmet back on.

"You bet," he grins.

Felix gets onto the motorcycle behind him, wrapping his arms around him to steady himself. They decided to park the car back at the police station to avoid raising suspicions, and Chan kept his helmet on as Felix did.

"Hold on tight," Chan tells him, and Felix hums, agreeing. He starts the engine and drives off with him. He knows Minho would be pissed knowing he brought a police officer back home, but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to forget and feel good for a night.

Chan soon parks in front of the mansion and hops off his bike, taking off his helmet. Felix does as well and smiles at him shyly. "Come on in," Chan chuckles and leads the way.

Felix follows him through the front door, looking around curiously. Chan takes the helmet from him and puts it aside, reaching into a small closet drawer next to the door. He pulls out a piece of soft silk and gives him an apologetic smile. "He'd kill me if I'd led you through the house with your eyes open."

"Oh, okay," Felix nods gently, swallowing nervously as Chan steps closer. Their eyes meet, and sparks ignite between them. "Can I kiss you?" he asks politely.

Chan chuckles softly and cups his face, pulling him into a gentle kiss. A soft sound escapes Felix's lips, and he grips Chan's suit jacket, pulling him close. Chan's arm snakes around his waist, and he lets him enjoy that feeling. It has been years since he kissed someone and he only realizes now how much he had missed it.

Felix takes a few steps back, pulling him with him until his back hits the wall. Chan braces himself on the wall, caging him in, and the moment Felix parts his lips to catch his breath, Chan's tongue slides into his mouth. A low groan escapes him as their tongues slide against each other sensually. He reaches up, burying his hand in those thick curls and arches into him. Chan's playing with his hair, pulling at it as he deepens the kiss.

Neither of them notice the front door opening until someone clears their throat. "Channie?"

Chan flinches heavily and pulls back panting, turning to look at him. Minho stands there, still in his wedding suit, and watches him with wide eyes. "Min, you're back already?"

Felix connects the dots and realizes the man in front of them is Minho Lee, one of the most important people in town.

"I-uh, I came to check on you, but you seem to feel fine again," he says, nodding slowly. He looks a little hurt, realizing Chan hasn't felt sick. "So you're…you're not feeling sick?"

"Not anymore," Chan answers, and he isn't even lying. He hasn't been feeling exactly well the whole day, watching the love of his life marrying another man.

"Mhm, okay," Minho nods quietly before his eyes fall onto Felix. "And that is?"

Felix bows gently before him, dark messed-up hair falling into his face. "I'm Officer Felix Lee, Sir," he introduces himself. "It's an honor to meet you."

Minho frowns at him softly. "Not really, there's nothing special about me other than my mother's legacy," he says and looks back at Chan. "Why are you bringing a police officer back home without my permission?"

"Since when am I asking for permission?" Chan gives back and glances at Felix. "Felix and I just met, we've decided to have some fun tonight."

Felix smiles at the way his name rolls off his tongue. "You can cover my eyes now, by the way," he chimes in gently. "I've probably seen too much already."

Chan smiles softly and nods, pulling the silk from his pocket. He steps behind him and soothingly squeezes his shoulder. "Close your eyes, pretty," he says and locks eyes with Minho as he covers Felix's eyes. "Don't you have a husband to get back to?" he asks, more coldly than he intended to.

"I-I guess I do," he nods, not fully understanding why his heart hurts and his stomach cramps with jealousy as he watches Felix. He just got married; for fucks sake, why is he so focused on Chan? "We'll talk about this later, Chan."

"Nothing to talk about, you won't do much different tonight," he shrugs and wraps his arm around Felix's waist, pulling him in. Felix leans back into him, breath hitching as Chan places a kiss just below his ear.

"Why?" Minho asks, barely audibly pointing at Felix. "You're usually not like that."

"You broke my heart, that's why," he says, and Minho's face falls. "It's nothing new, and I won't stand in your way if you're happy with him. But let me deal with my side of emotions the way I prefer."

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers, tears brimming his eyes.

"No, you're not," Chan says quietly. "Because you don't have to." He steps in front of Felix and lifts him up after a gentle warning.

Felix wraps his legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and nudges his nose against Chan's clumsily. He leans to his ear as he plays with the base of his hair. "Need you so bad, Channie hyung," he whispers, not seeing the beautiful smile breaking across Chan's face.

"Don't worry, sunshine, I got you," he gives back lowly and exchanges a last glance with Minho before carrying Felix up the stairs.

"But I am sorry," Minho whispers to himself, anxiously fidgeting with the sleeves of his suit. His chest tightens a little, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He never wanted to hurt Chan like that. Never. Had he been faking to be happy for him for years now?

Chan gently sets Felix down as they reach the corridor to his room, taking the fabric from his eyes. Felix's soft eyes flutter open and meet his. "No wonder you fell for him, he's incredibly handsome up close," Felix states, making Chan chuckle, surprised.

"Stop talking about Min, alright?" he asks gently and cups his face. "He's not important tonight."

Felix nods kindly and fondles down his sides almost hesitantly. "Where's your room?"

"Just over there." Chan gently caresses his cheeks and pulls him into a kiss. Felix's hands rest on his hips as he kisses back fiercely. They get lost in the feeling for another bit before Chan takes the lead and walks them to his room, never breaking apart. Chan kicks the door closed behind them and turns the key, trapping Felix between the door and his body.

"Can I?" Felix asks, reaching for Chan's suit jacket. Chan hums gently, and Felix brushes the jacket off his shoulders, locking eyes with him as he starts opening the buttons of his shirt. Felix hesitantly lets his hands roam his skin once he's done and bites his lower lip hard at the thought of the rest of him. "Fuck," he breathes out, a little stunned, as Chan grabs his neck and pulls him in again.

Chan pushes his thigh between his legs, smirking as Felix's jaw drops. "Feels good, pretty boy?"

"Uhuh," Felix nods dumbly, pressing down against him needily.

"Go on," he encourages him and reaches for the first button of his uniform. "I'll start taking that off for you while you do."

Felix doesn't need a second invitation, grinding down against his thigh with a low groan. He watches as Chan unbuttons his uniform and shivers with need as Chan's fingers brush against his bare skin in the process.

Chan notices and glances at him curiously. "You haven't been touched in a while, have you?"

"Not really," he confesses, blushing heavily. "It's a bit of a weakness of mine," he adds, glancing at him through his lashes.

"How much time do you have?" Chan asks, and Felix swallows audibly.

"For you, all night," he breathes out.

Chan hums softly and picks him up, carrying him to his bed. He lowers Felix into the pillows and climbs onto the bed, hovering over him. "May I make up for the time you missed then?"

"Please do," Felix nods shyly. He watches with interest as Chan gets comfortable between his legs, bracing himself next to his head. His lips plant tiny kisses down his jaw before they land on his neck. Felix melts into the sheets beneath him as Chan starts kissing his neck, leaving small bites all over it, slowly moving down to his collarbone. Sinking his hand into his curls, he whines softly as Chan's lips travel further, tongue lapping at his nipples.

Chan has no idea how long he stays like that, exploring Felix's body with his tongue, teeth, lips, and hands. The man beneath him writhes in the sheets, soft, helpless sounds tumbling from his lips. Chan's face is buried between his thighs by now, having worked up his way both of his legs. Felix's body is littered with reddish marks by now and covered in sweat, worked up from Chan's pleasurable touches. Looking up, he smiles at the sight of him. His dark hair sticks to his face, brown eyes blown with lust, lips swollen and parted. "Enjoying yourself, pretty?"

Felix hums, agreeing, and bites his lip hard as Chan gently eases off his boxers. His head falls back as Chan teasingly licks up his shaft and massages his balls with his hand. "Ch-Chan," he chokes out.

"Get on your hands and knees for me, will you?" he asks, and Felix nods, eager to please him and finally get what he wants. Felix turns around, knees buckling a little. Chan reaches for his bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and some condoms for later. He spreads Felix's cheeks with his fingers and licks up between them. A guttural moan falls from Felix's lips at that, pushing back the moment Chan's tongue pushes against his hole. Chan switches between tongue and fingers, working him open slowly. Felix's arms collapse as he locates his prostate, and Chan bites back a moan at the weak sound leaving his lips.

"Channie - stop," he pleads quietly, face buried in the pillow. "Fuck, please," he whimpers.

"What's wrong?" he asks, fingertips brushing against his prostate once again.

"I'm gonna-" Felix squeezes his eyes shut, body shaking as Chan massages his prostate so perfectly. It's too much. Too much after all those teasing and loving touches before, too much after being touched so right after all this time. Felix's body tenses up, and he releases into the sheets beneath him with a weak sound. His face flushes red with embarrassment, and he hides in the pillow. "Fuck, sorry."

Chan leans down, kissing his spine, and shakes his head. "Nothing to be sorry for."

Felix frowns softly and peaks at him timidly. "But I came without asking for permission."

Chan blinks at him, heart melting at the sincere apologetic look on Felix's face. "I told you I'd make up for that time you missed. I wanted you to feel that good."

Felix's blush deepens. "So you're not mad?"

"No," he tells him with a kind smile, and Felix's heart melts. That's a new one.

"I think I'm ready for you now," he tells him with a sheepish smile. "Can I take care of you now?"

"Okay," Chan nods gently and lets Felix guide him onto his back. He watches him curiously as Felix straddles his lap, eyes fluttering as Felix wraps his hand around his so far untouched dick. Felix flicks his thumb over the tip and strokes him a few times before handing him the condom. Once Chan is ready, he pours some lube into his hand, stroking Chan once again and getting into position. Chan's face contorts in pleasure as Felix slowly sinks down on him.

Felix braces himself on his chest, moaning softly as he tries to adjust to his size. He experimentally moves his hips and allows himself to relax and sink down deeper. "Feel so fucking full already," he groans deliciously.

Chan moans, relieved once he's buried fully inside of him, and rests his hands on his hips. "You're okay?" he asks, watching Felix observantly.

"Yeah," he nods, panting a little. "Just need a moment."

"Take your time," he says gently, rubbing his hips soothingly.

"Okay," Felix says to himself, lifting his hips and sinking back down on him after a moment. They both moan at the movement, and Felix repeats it, Chan's hips meeting his this time. He braces himself on his chest and works out a rhythm that feels good for them both. Felix moves eagerly on top of him, moans falling freely from his mouth by now.

Chan beneath him has his head thrown back into the pillow, jaw growing slack at the tightness of Felix around him. After all, it's been a while for him too. "Fuck, Felix," he groans softly.

Felix tries to angle his hips a little differently to hit his prostate but doesn't fully succeed. After a few tries, a frustrated whimper leaves his mouth, and Chan glances up at him.

His breath hitches, seeing tears brimming Felix's eyes, and he has to bite back a groan. Wow, he didn't know he had a thing for that. "You're okay, pretty boy?" he asks gently, and Felix shakes his head, whining softly.

"Need more," he admits, and Chan understands, gently patting his hips.

"Let me help," he says reassuringly, and Felix does, letting him angle his hips a little differently. Chan thrusts up into him, and Felix rewards him with a deep, relieved moan, nails digging into his torso. Chan's eyes roll back at the way Felix clenches around him, moaning obscenely loud and shaking on top of him. "Fucks sake," he breathes out, pounding up into him desperately. Felix slams his hips down against him, their moans growing louder. They chase their high together, pushing each other over the edge soon after. Felix collapses against him, and Chan lazily thrusts up into him still, rubbing his back soothingly.

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After a moment of silence, Felix glances at him with a shy smile. "Again?" Chan kisses him fiercely as an answer, flipping them over in the process. Again.

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COSMOS FLOWERS — MINSUNG.

pairing: minsung genre: fluff no warnings, just two of them being cute

“i will probably give in to his flirting soon”

- han jisung

minho just couldn’t help it. every time he looked at jisung, time froze for him. and the worst thing was, that it was becoming more evident to other members and fans. the thought of “should i finally make the first move?” was in his head 24/7.

all moments that he and jisung shared together were so close to being romantic, but he knew that for jisung it was a friendship only. for minho that was heartbreaking. they even wrote a love song together that drove the fans crazy. minho was aware that for jisung it was nothing, but a love song, no feelings involved.

minho was a strong soldier. after all, he had been holding on for six years, turning all the flirting into a friendly joke. but during this comeback he realized that he wouldn't last much longer. constant physical contact and words of affirmation were not enough for him. he wanted to hear that jisung really loved him and cared about him, and not in a friendly way.

he had always found jisung good looking, but over the past year, he had become even more handsome. a wide smile, sparkling eyes, that loud laughter and the voice… minho loved, when jisung was singing before going on stage. it didn’t matter what song he was singing, minho just wanted to hear his voice. he was addicted to jisung. it was burning him inside. he wanted to spend every possible second together, but was scared that his feelings are gonna become visible. obviously, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that had been built over six years.

and it seemed like jisung was completely fine with things being that way. constant flirting, calling each other cute names, touching each other, slapping butts… list can go on and on.

sometimes minho just couldn’t help himself and was staring at jisung with wide eyes open, admiring his beauty. it was even spotted by some fancams, which was kinda embarrassing for minho. why is he so weak for this guy?

“hyung, do you think outfits are pretty today?”

jisung. flirting as always.

“you are prettier.” minho responds in a usual manner. blush slowly appearing on his cheeks.

how can you not grow feelings after everyday conversations like this?

“about the “you are prettier” i said earlier… it’s the truth. it’s not flirting? i just told the truth. is that, what, flirting?” fuck. he is saying a lot of stuff that he shouldn’t on camera today. hopefully, it won’t make it to the final cut of the talker. hopefully…

jisung is so happy and bubbly today, so minho can’t stop teasing him and saying more compliments. even in today’s challenge that they filmed, he gave in and started jokingly fighting with jisung, just so he could earn his smile.

“hyung, are you okay?” jisung lightly touched minho’s shoulder, bringing him out of his pensive state.

“mhm? ah, yes. i am fine. just thinking…” minho’s heartbeat increased.

“about what?” jisung asked worryingly, furrowing his eyebrows. minho smiled at the expression.

it was just two of them in the room, no cameras around. work day had finished, and everyone was packing bags, getting ready to leave.

“come here, can you sit with me for a second?” minho patted his lap, testing the ground slowly. he didn’t know how he should approach this conversation, but he felt that today is the day, considering jisung’s good mood. if it goes terribly, he can turn it into a joke (hopefully) and they will forget about it, like it never happened. minho’s heart was racing so fast, he almost felt dizzy.

jisung sat in his lap quickly, cutely wiggling his feet, like it was the most normal thing. of course it was. they have been doing it for the past six years.

“so what happened? you look tense, hyung.”

jisung was looking right at his face, while minho was looking away, trying to calm down. maybe he shouldn’t have sat him on his lap, now he feels even more nervous. minho wrapped his hand around jisung’s waist. jisung didn’t even flinch.

“i like you,” he said it. he finally said it. and almost immediately corrected himself. “i love you. not like a friend. i love you in a romantic way… i’ve felt like this ever since i met you. and i think i can’t hide it anymore, because we keep flirting with each other. also i am getting more jealous, which will just ruin our friendship because we are not even dating. you are so perfect and pretty and amazing, and i feel like i can’t exist any longer without being able to kiss you…”

minho went silent, finally turning his head back to jisung, still sitting in his lap. jisung was quiet for a moment and then… laughed?

minho’s heart sank.

“you are so cute, hyung.” jisung took minho’s face in his hands and placed a quick peck on his lips.

minho exhaled loudly and smiled, looking away. now the whole speech seemed silly. he felt his cheeks burning.

“ah, don’t be so shy all of a sudden. that was cute.” jisung laughed again, kissing minho on the cheek. “i knew you are a romantic type of guy.”

“stop it!” now minho laughed, jokingly pushing jisung away. “i was stressed! why was it my responsibility to make the first move?”

“oh now you are blaming me, huh?” jisung continued to mock him, still laughing.

the atmosphere in the room no longer seemed that tense and minho felt so peaceful with a laughing jisung in his lap.

minho smiled gently, feeling the urge to hug jisung even tighter, and doing so immediately, inhaling his scent. it was as if nothing had changed in their relationship, but minho was ready to jump for joy.

“i love you…" minho whispered into jisung’s neck.

“i love you too.” jisung replied softly, grabbing minho’s face with his hands again and placing a kiss on his lips.

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straykidsmoonlight · 11 months

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Halo

A/n: not my usual stuff, but it was a requested story :)

As you came to the end of your shift, you said goodbye to everyone under your care, before stepping out into the rainy weather in Seoul. With a sigh , you pull up the hood to your coat, beginning to feel the rain soak through to your skin. You pull out your phone to check through the bus timetables for the day, only to see three or four messages from your boyfriend.

The first one reads “where are you?” Followed by messages of a similar kind. You see you have a missed call from him, so you push the call button to get back to him. Almost immediately picks up the phone in a panicked sense. “Baby where are you?” He questions in a worried tone. “I’ve just left work” you reply, and he tells you to stay where you are. Guess your not getting the bus today then. Within a minute, a familiar black car rolls up on the side of the road, as you quickly run over to it, dodging the thick rain lashing down onto you.

Climbing into the car, you catch sight of your older boyfriend, a worried expression on his face. The moment your in your seat he reaches for you, pulling your face close to his until his eyes reach yours, “Your not too cold right?”he questions.

It took you about ten minutes to convince him that, yes, you were indeed warm enough before he finally pulled off, after enveloping you in an enormous hug, and placing his hand firmly on your thigh.

By the time you were back to your apartment car park, you were shivering from the cold, the rain having soaked through your shirt, and given you a chill. The second Lino saw you shaking, he refused to let you walk, worried you might be sick, so he walked round the side of the car, unlocked the door and scooped you up, bridal style.

His capable arms flexed as he walked you to the elevator, cuddling you close to him, leaving small kisses on your cheek as you rested against his chest while your clothes dried off. As you reached the top floor, the doors opened to reveal your younger boyfriend resting asleep on the sofa. Minho gently walked you over to the sofa, before placing you down next to Han. Feeling your presence, he instantly cuddled into you, pressing his face into your chest, as you wrapped your arms round his neck.

Before you knew it, you had fallen fast asleep, the soft breaths of Jisung soothing you.

You awoke to the sensation of being gently massaged on your hair, Han haven awoken and started gently running his fingers through your scalp. Minho sat beside him, an arm round Hans waist as they gently spoke above you. Seeing you had awoken, Han pulled you up, against his torso, as Minho swung your legs round onto his lap.

You sat cuddled with them for the next few hours, watching your boyfriends favourite show, with each of them leaning down intermittently to leave soft kisses on your cheeks, or trace their fingers through your short dark locks.

You fell asleep again, content with the knowledge your boyfriends would watch you sleep soundly.

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i-cant-bangchan-is-going-live · 1 year

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This minsung moment ~

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minsung143 · 11 months

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Awww the way he looks at him😭😭😭🤭🤭🤭

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jeonginsleftcheek · 1 day

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red dye, crushes and lollipops

genre: humor, fluff(?)

description: this is just a short drabble about jisung being your girlypop best friend, gn!reader

a/n: reader has a crush on Changbin, mentions of Minsung, sike I'm posting twice today, not proofread!

You wanted a change in your life and Friday after work you dexided to buy red hair color. You had never before dared for something like that but it was just one of those decisions that came to you on a whim. And who better to help you dye your hair than your best friend Jisung?

That's what you were doing now, you sat in front of the mirror in your bathroom as Jisung stood behind you and tried to dye your hair. Emphasis on tried.

"You're dying my neck."- you said, looking at him through the mirror.

"I'm here to help you and that's how you thank me, tsk. Let's see you do it better."- he smirked behind you.

"Alright, alright sorry, keep going."- you chuckled. Some random pop music played in the back, Jisung sang along and your hands and mouth got bored so you unwrapped one of the heart shaped lollipops he brought with him.

"Soooo, how's it going with Minho?"- you ask and his hands stop for a second. You can see a blush forming on his puffed up cheeks as he pouts at you.

"Don't start with that. You know I'm a pussy and I'd never confess to him."- Jisung shakes his head.

"He looks at you with literal heart eyes."- you say, swirling your tongue around the lollipop, the artificial strawberry taste takes over your senses.

"Then why doesn't he ask me out?"- Jisung asks, dipping into the hair dye.

"Maybe he's as scared as you are."

"Lee Minho scared? I don't think so."- Jisung shakes his head, his curls flying around.

Before you can answer, he smirks and retorts.

"How's it going with Changbin?"- he asks.

Your face matches the color of the dye at the mention of your crush's name.

"What does Changbin have to do with anything?"- you pretend to be dumb out of embarassment.

"Come on. I know you're down bad for him. You ogle at his muscles every time you see him."- Jisung cackles at your face and you swat behind yourself to hit him but he dodges, the little bastard.

"Shut the hell up, Ji. Changbin doesn't like me."- you say.

"How are you so sure?"- he asks, running his hands through your hair.

"He's like... so hot. And I'm not. Like I've never been to a gym in my life."- you reason but Jisung only laughs at you.

"What does that have to do with anything? Changbin definitely likes you and he likes you just the way you are. You don't have to like the same things he does for him to like you."

"But, what would I talk about with him?"- you sigh, your shoulders slumping.

"Anything? Like, have you ever really sat down and talked to him?"- Jisung asks and steps to the side, tilting his head to see if he's done a good job with your hair.

"Not really. My mind gets blank whenever I see him, I just get so nervous!"- you say.

Jisung chuckles. "You should ask him out. By the way, I'm done. Now we wait, yeah?"- he says, washing his hands in the sink and you lean in closer to the mirror.

"Oh my god, Jisung! You got it all over my face!"- you whine.

"Listen, you asked me for help. ME."- he emphasizes, pointing his finger at himself. "Now deal with the consequences."

"Why did I even ask?"- you roll your eyes playfully and he hits your arm lightly.

"Because you love me. Anyways. As I was saying, ask Changbin out. You got nothing to lose really."- he says as you stand up.

"I'll ask him out if you ask Minho out."- you smirk as Jisung grabs a lollipop for himself too.

"Okay."- he says, popping the lollipop in his mouth.

"What?! Just like that?"- your eyes widden.

"Yeah. This way we both stop being pussies and maybe we'll get laid."- he shrugs.

"Actually, it's been so long since I've even kissed anyone."- you say, tapping your chin and thinking.

"Me too. Let's kiss."- Jisung laughs and you shove him away.

"Don't be dumb."- you shake your head.

"Should we try it tho?"- Jisung asks, tapping the lollipop on his bottom lip.

You stare at him, and it's not like your friend isn't attractive, you just never thought of him that way.

"Oh what the heck."- you shrug and lean in.

His lips taste like sugar and strawberries, they're soft against yours, but there's nothing else really there. You lean away and both burst into laughter.

"Ew, let's never do that again. That was like kissing my sibling."- Jisung scrunches his nose up.

"Ew right back at you. I'm a great kisser so you should feel honored that you touched my lips."- you joke and he shakes his head at you.

"Yeah right, I'm so honored. Couldn't be more honored. The honor is-"

"Shut up or I'll kiss you again!"- you threaten and he shoves the lollipop in his mouth and shuts up.

"The bathroom looks like a literal murder scene."- you look around chuckling and Jisung just shrugs.

"Looks fine to me. Normal Friday night."

"You got something to confess?"- you narrow your eyes at him and he laughs.

"Not really, no."- Jisung wiggles his eyebrows.

"So, we got a deal? You confess to Minho and I confess to Changbin?"- you say, your heart skipping a beat at the thought.

"Yep."

"Don't back out of it!"- you threaten, pointing your finger at him.

"I won't, I won't! I promise."- Jisung says, even though in his mind he'd rather disappear than confess to Minho.

Thirty minutes later, you wash your hair and Jisung helps you dry it and style it (after he also helped scrub your face where he messed up with the dye).

"Oh, man."- you say, shocked as you stare at your reflection.

"Wow. You're actually not ugly for a change."- Jisung comments.

"Asshole!"- you say smacking him and he laughs.

"I'm just joking. You look amazing, bestie. Changbin will definitely be swiped off his feet."- Jisung smirks poking at your shoulders and doing a silly dance.

"I wish."

"Look at the bright side. We can have a double date if everything goes well."- Jisung beams at you.

'If I don't completely embarass myself in front of Changbin', you think, your stomach twisted up in knots.

Three weeks later...

"So, did you kiss?"- Jisung asks and you adjust your phone, as you lay down on your sofa.

"We did!"- you say giggling, you really feel like kicking your feet in the air.

"Oh my god! I told you bestie! I told you Changbin likes you!"- Jisung cheers for you.

"What about you and Minho?"

"We did more than kissing."- you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh you nasty."- you laugh at your best friend.

"He put his-"

"Jisung, I don't need the details."- you laugh.

"As I was saying his co-"

"Jisung!"

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hansomeskz · 11 months

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Pairing: Minsung

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Jisung spots the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. The rest is history

Jisung has had the worst day.

He finds himself trudging into the coffee shop a few doors down from the hospital after the longest shift he’s ever worked. The sun has just crept over the horizon, but he’s too exhausted to take in its beauty.

His scrubs are stained and he knows he looks like a mess, but all he wants is one cup of coffee to help him survive the drive home.

As he’s waiting in line he takes in his surroundings, trying to find something to keep himself entertained. That’s when he sees him.

Seated by the window sits the most beautiful man Jisung has ever seen, working on his laptop. His raven-black hair falls into his eyes, Jisung really doesn’t even know how he can see the screen past it. His confusion is cleared up when the modelesque man huffs and puffs, angrily brushing the hair out of his eyes.

Jisung just has to say hi.

He leaves his spot in line to approach the table, tapping gently on the surface to get his attention. “I’m so sorry, is this seat taken?” He gestures to the empty seat across from the man. He sizes Jisung up briefly before he offers the blond a soft smile. “No, you can sit.”

“Thanks,” he says as he slides into the chair, returning the smile. “So what can I help you with…?”

“Jisung. My name is Jisung. But my friends call me Han if you’d prefer.” Jisung knows he’s already rambling, nerves taking over in front of somebody he finds so beautiful. “Okay, Jisung. What can I help you with?” The dark-haired man cocks his head to the side slightly, leaning back in his chair.

“This might sound so weird but I just… I saw you when I walked in and knew it would be a mistake if I didn’t at least shoot my shot. Do you think maybe we could talk a bit? Get to know each other?”

As the words leave his mouth, Jisung’s heart sinks. That was maybe the lamest thing he’s ever said. He’s already opening his mouth to apologize and leave when the man across from him responds, his cheeks flushed a brilliant red. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“Really?” Jisung is shocked, eyes blown wide. The man laughs, nodding. “Really. I’m Minho.”

“Jisung.”

“Yeah, I know.” Minho’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches Jisung squirm, the blond’s face burning hot with embarrassment. “Oh. Right.”

“Are you a nurse?”

“I am.”

“Tell me about that.” Minho leans forward on his elbow, resting his chin on his hand. After that, the conversation is easy. They talk about music, books, and anything else they can think of.

Jisung discovers that Minho runs a bookstore nearby, and in his free time, he writes poems. They talk about their favourite foods, and the blond is enchanted to hear that not only is Minho a good cook, but he loves to do it too. He wonders if that would pair well with Jisung’s love of baking, but doesn’t say anything for fear of getting ahead of himself.

Their chatter lasts late into the afternoon. The staff has to politely ask them to leave so they can finish closing, and it’s only when Jisung is hitting send on his first text to Minho that he realizes he didn’t even get a coffee.

The next few days they text non-stop and Jisung is embarrassed to admit he feels giddy. Each time his phone lights up his heart starts to race. He hopes every time that it’s a text from Minho, and most times he’s completely correct.

Minho

How’s work been?

You’re just getting home, right?

Jisung

just got in! :)

work was ok!!!!!! the shifts are always hectic :’(

how was your day??

are you still at the book store :o

Minho

Yeah, I’m here most days.

But I make the schedule so that’s my fault, haha.

I gave myself this weekend off, though!

So that’ll be nice.

Jisung

all weekend??????

that’s so exciting!!!!!

do you maybe have any plans saturday night??

if you’re not too tired maybe you and i could grab dinner

we don’t have to I just think maybe it would be fun :D

Minho

I’d love to.

I have some errands to run in the morning but I’ll be free by 5?

Jisung

ok!! that sounds good to me :)

where do you want to go?

Minho

You’re so busy with work, let me handle all the planning.

Speaking of, you must be exhausted.

I’ll let you go.

Talk later?

Jisung

i can’t wait :)

Minho

Sleep tight, Jisung. x

Jisung is unreasonably excited on Saturday. Minho had texted him a screenshot of their reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town just the night before. Jisung didn’t sleep after that.

He’s smoothing out his shirt for the hundredth time standing in front of the hallway mirror. His slacks feel too stiff and the button-down is a little too loose, he thinks, but he hopes Minho doesn’t notice.

He stands outside waiting for Minho long before the older boy said he’d be by to pick him up. To pass the time, he watches the dark clouds swirl overhead. It looks like it might rain, but that won’t stop Jisung at all.

As the minutes tick by Jisung’s mind starts to mimic the storm brewing overhead, his thoughts swirling and crowding his mind. What if Minho doesn’t like him? What if this date is disappointing, and it all falls apart? Jisung doesn’t know if he could bear losing the most exciting part of his days right now.

The clouds in Jisung’s brain dissipate as Minho’s car pulls up in front of him. He slips into the passenger seat, smiling shyly at him. The smile that Minho returns is bright and dazzling.

“You look really nice,” the older boy says, squeezing Jisung’s knee gently before he gets them back on the road. “Oh, thanks… you do too.”

“Thanks, Ji. You know, I haven’t done this in a while.” Minho spares him a glance, the tips of his ears turning red. “So just be patient, okay?”

“It’s been a while for me, too. Nursing can really take up a lot of my time…”

“I bet. Well, I’m glad I got to sneak into your schedule.” The way that Minho sounds so soft and so genuine makes Jisung’s heart race. He smiles nervously and nods. “Yeah, me too.”

When they get to the restaurant, the hostess can’t find their reservation. Jisung can see the stress written all over the older boy’s face, so he intertwines their fingers and leans into his side.

“I don’t mind waiting for a table,” he says quietly. Minho sighs and looks at him. “Are you sure? We can go somewhere else if you don’t want to wait.”

“No, it’s alright. We can wait.” Jisung squeezes his hand gently and smiles up at him. Minho returns it and nods, adding them to the waitlist.

The wait for a table isn’t that long, but neither of them knows what to say. They look in opposite directions, occasionally sparing each other nervous glances when the other mentions something they like about the decor.

Jisung is starting to get anxious again when the hostess takes them to their table. Minho pulls out the blond’s chair for him, causing his face to heat up. “Oh- Uh, thank you.” He sits, clasping his hands in his lap as he stares directly down at this menu.

Minho sits across from him, the two going over the menu in total silence. Jisung thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.

It’s not until the waiter has taken their orders that the silence becomes unbearable and Jisung blurts out the first thing he can think of. “It looks like it’s going to rain, doesn’t it?”

Minho’s eyes go wide briefly before he looks outside. “Yeah. I guess so.”

The silence returns soon after that.

Jisung can’t take it. His clothes are uncomfortable, the restaurant is much stuffier than he expected, and he feels kind of like his head is going to explode. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom,” he says, pushing his chair out and stalking off before Minho can say anything.

He texts his best friend Felix the second he makes it out of Minho’s sight.

Jisung

it’s a disaster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

neither of us know what to say and i hate this restaurant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Felix

do u need me to call and say i died????

i can do it

Jisung

no im gonna tough it out like a big boy i just need you to know that im suffering :(

Felix

text me the safe word if u need an escape plan i can be crashing through the restaurant window in 15

Jisung

i dont know what i would do without u wow what a hero

ok im going back wish me luck

Felix

god gives his toughest battles to his sexiest soldiers hannie

Jisung takes a deep breath before making his way back out to Minho. When he gets to the table, he sees two to-go boxes sitting in front of the dark-haired boy.

His heart sinks. Of course Minho took the time to find them an out, but Jisung’s disappointed they didn’t get the chance to fix their date. Minho, though, smiles up at the younger boy as he approaches.

“I had an idea if you’ll indulge me.” He stands, picking up the containers. Jisung tilts his head slightly. “What’s the idea?”

“Why don’t you just come with me and find out?” The playful sparkle in Minho’s eyes makes Jisung’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah, okay. I’m in.”

“Great.” He takes Jisung’s hand in his own, pulling him back out to the car.

It’s not long before the two of them find themselves next to the Han River. They watch as it moves with purpose. Like something important is happening today.

Minho has lain out his suit jacket for them to sit on. They sit with their thighs pressed against each other to try and make sure neither ends up sitting in mud.

“I’m sorry the restaurant was a bust. My friends said it was great there, but it doesn’t really seem like your thing,” Minho says quietly, looking embarrassed. Jisung shrugs lightly, smiling reassuringly at the older boy. “This is a lot more my pace.”

“Mine too.” He cracks open their to-go containers, offering the younger boy a fork. Jisung is quick to dig in, feeding Minho occasional bites.

“I listened to that playlist you sent me,” Jisung says suddenly. He’s finding it much easier to think now that they’re out of the way of prying eyes and ears. “Yeah? How did you like it?”

“I loved it. You have great taste, Min. I especially love that acoustic love song you have on there, it feels like a song from a movie.”

“I like that one, too,” Minho says softly, smiling fondly at the blond.

The conversation flows so easily after that. Jisung gives him some more in-depth reviews of the songs he liked the most, Minho nodding happily as he listens, propped up on an arm that has him leaning incredibly close to the younger boy’s side.

When they get onto the topic of Minho’s cats, the raven-haired boy lights up completely. He scrolls through different photos of them, telling Jisung all sorts of stories. “They’re my lifeline. I even take them to the bookstore with me most days. They just laze around while people browse.”

“That’s so cute,” Jisung coos, resting his head on the older boy’s shoulder so he can watch the river flow. He sits like that for a while, Minho’s arm finding its way around his waist. They’re quiet, but they’re content this time.

It’s only when the skies open up, soaking them both, that the two pull apart. Jisung gasps when the rain first starts to come down, standing up quickly out of pure shock. Minho laughs at him, staring up at him with the fondest look he’s ever seen. The rain has strands of hair sticking to Minho’s face, but Jisung thinks he’s never looked better.

“What, afraid of a little rain?” Minho asks, cocking his head to the side. “It’s fucking cold,” the blond whines, a shiver shooting down his spine. Minho shakes his head playfully. He fishes around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out his AirPods and offering one to Jisung.

He takes it hesitantly, putting it in. After a few seconds, that pretty acoustic song they’d been talking about starts to play.

Minho pushes himself up off the ground, holding his hand out in Jisung’s direction. “May I have this dance?”

Jisung nearly swoons, blushing as he lets Minho pull him in close. He never thought he’d be the type to fall for something so cliche, but the way the raven-haired boy smiles at him is so warm and inviting.

He presses closer, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder as the older boy tightens his grip on Jisung’s waist. Despite the way the rain makes their skin slick, their hands slot together with no hope of separating any time soon.

Minho sings quietly into his ear while they sway, the rain never letting up for even a moment. It feels like a movie, and Jisung soaks up every second of it.

When the song changes, neither of them takes the chance to pull away. A faster tempo song coaxes them into dancing a little sillier, Minho insisting on spinning Jisung as many times as he can.

Once they’re both completely exhausted, several songs and out-of-tune sing-alongs later, they sink back onto Minho’s jacket. Jisung is laughing, his cheeks bright red. He doesn’t miss the lovesick smile on Minho’s face.

They only call it quits once the sun has set, the orange finally fading into the darkest of blues. Tonight, despite all the clouds, Jisung thinks the colours around them seem more saturated than usual.

As they walk up to Jisung’s house, the older boy turns to him suddenly. “I’m really sorry about the rocky start to the date,” he says softly. Jisung shakes his head, but Minho keeps going before he can respond.

“I just… I was already so nervous. You’re so kind and so handsome… I really wanted this date to go well. And then the reservation was gone, and…”

“I had a lot of fun, Minho. You have nothing to apologize for.” Jisung takes his hand, smiling. “I was really nervous too, but this was incredible.”

Minho looks relieved, smiling back at the younger boy. “Okay, good. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t blow it.”

“You didn’t. I can’t wait to see you again.”

They both linger for a few moments, neither wanting to leave without a proper goodbye. When Jisung’s eyes flicker down to Minho’s mouth, the older leans in.

It feels like fireworks are going off around them as their lips touch, slotting together like the two men were made for each other. Jisung wraps his arms around Minho’s neck, desperately pulling him closer.

When they both finally pull away, gasping for air, Minho laughs. “What, was I bad?” Jisung asks, looking horrified.

“No! No, I just…” He laughs again, admiring Jisung while he has the chance. “I just never kiss on the first date.”

Jisung’s face heats up, burning an impossible shade of red. “Oh.”

“I don’t think I could’ve waited a second longer, though. Okay- I seriously have to go, I know we both work early.” Minho steals one last kiss before backing towards his car, smiling brightly. “Goodnight Jisung.”

“Night, Minho.”

Jisung feels a little silly when he gets inside, leaning back against his front door like a giddy schoolgirl. He’s in so deep already.

The night is quiet aside from their laboured breathing. Minho is on his back next to Jisung, panting. Jisung wipes away beads of sweat from his own forehead before turning onto his side to get a good look at the raven-haired boy, propping himself up on his elbow.

Minho has his eyes closed, head tilted back against the pillows as he swallows thickly. He looks so beautiful like this. “You alright?” Jisung asks quietly, tracing a finger down the older boy’s bare chest. “You fucking killed me,” Minho laughs, opening his eyes to get a good look at the man next to him.

Jisung rolls his eyes playfully, a cheeky grin playing on his lips. “Sounds a little dramatic if you ask me,” he says, raising his eyebrows. Minho shakes his head before he shifts so he’s matching the blond’s pose. “I only say things I mean.”

“I don’t believe that. Just a few minutes ago you called me a stupid slut, do you still think that?” Jisung cocks his head to the side, eyes wide. Minho barks out a laugh and steals a kiss. “Yeah, I do. But Ji, you’re my stupid slut. That’s why I…”

Minho doesn’t finish his sentence but Jisung knows exactly what he’s thinking. He can feel it in the crinkles of the older boy’s eyes when he smiles. He can taste it in the meals Minho drops off at his work.

Jisung has been thinking it for a while now, but he’s been too scared to say anything lest it be too early. The feeling in his chest bubbles and bursts every time their lips connect at the end of a long day, or when Minho sneaks pictures of him playing with the cats.

He loves Minho, he does. That’s why it’s so easy for him to just smile warmly and peck the older boy’s lips. “I love you too, Min.”

Minho blushes, blinking quickly in disbelief. “You do?”

“I do.”

“I’ve never been happier to have somebody who can read my mind, Ji.” Minho lunges at him, pinning him back down against the bed. Jisung squeals with laughter, half-heartedly flailing his limbs to try to escape Minho’s grasp.

“Say it again,” the raven-haired boy demands. Jisung shakes his head, still laughing. “You haven’t even really said it yet! It’s your turn, asshole.”

“I love you Jisung,” Minho yells into the silence of the night, drawing more laughter from the younger boy. “I love you more than I could ever explain, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” He’s pressing kisses all over Jisung’s face now, the most beautiful smile taking over his face.

Jisung’s skin is on fire, burning with embarrassment. “You’re going to wake up my neighbours,” he hisses, slipping a hand out of Minho’s grasp to clasp over the older boy’s mouth.

“I don’t care,” he says into his skin, pressing kisses to his palm while he can. “I want the world to know how much I fucking love you, Ji.”

He’s embarrassed, sure, but the overwhelming happiness and relief he feels are enough to convince Jisung to let Minho go, shaking his head. “I love you too, Min.”

He tips his head back as Minho attaches his lips to Jisung’s neck, whispering sweet nothings as he makes his way further down the blond boy’s body.

They’ve been in the car for hours now, on their way to Minho’s parents’ cottage. “You’ve just never been especially good at navigation is all I’m saying, Min,” Jisung teases from the passenger seat, holding a Twizzler in the older boy’s direction.

“Well, I don’t see you being especially helpful,” Minho snaps, snatching the snack out of Jisung’s hand. The blond’s eyes go wide, his heart rate picking up. “Hey… I was just kidding, Minho. You know that, right?”

“You’ve been on my case for the past hour, Jisung. I can’t do anything about how long it takes to get there, especially not in this fucking traffic.”

The younger boy frowns, putting a hand on Minho’s knee.

“I’m sorry, baby. This must be stressful for you. We woke up so early to leave, too.” Jisung squeezes gently before rubbing gentle circles into the older boy’s thigh with his thumb. “Do you want me to drive for a bit? You must be exhausted.”

Minho grumbles something but pulls them off to the side of the road, pressing his forehead against the wheel.

“I’m really sorry, Min. I didn’t realize the teasing was really upsetting you. You should’ve told me.” Jisung ducks his head a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.

The older boy sighs, shaking his head as he sits up. “Sorry, Ji.” He reaches over and cups Jisung’s cheek gently, his expression softening significantly when he sees the guilty look on his boyfriend’s face. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m just so tired.”

“It’s okay, love. Let me drive for a bit, okay?” Jisung leans into his touch a bit, smiling softly when Minho nods.

Once they’ve swapped seats and gotten comfortable, Jisung gets them back on the road. He lets Minho take over the music, a hand resting on the older boy’s thigh.

“M’sorry I yelled at you,” Minho says quietly. Jisung squeezes his leg gently, shaking his head. “It’s okay, baby. I know how you get when you’re tired. I’m sorry I was being annoying.”

Minho takes his hand gently, squeezing tightly. “You’re not annoying. You know I love it when you tease me.”

“I can take it too far sometimes. I should’ve realized how tired you were.”

“Hey- stop apologizing for me yelling at you,” Minho says, kissing his cheek before settling into the seat. Jisung smiles lightly, glancing at his boyfriend.

He catches Minho right as he leans his head against the window, eyes slipping shut. As he turns his attention back to the road, he thinks about how uncomfortable that position is going to be in an hour. “My hoodie’s in the backseat, you can use it as a pillow if you want.”

“Mm… Good idea.” Minho is quick to lean into the back and grab it, just holding it tight against his chest instead. Jisung laughs lightly, shaking his head.

The older boy puts Jisung’s hand back on his thigh and he keeps their fingers interlaced as he drifts off, Jisung singing quietly to the songs on the radio.

Jisung feels so lucky to be with Minho, even when they aren’t always on the same page. He hopes he gets to do this forever.

Minho and Jisung are sat in the pews, watching as Seungmin and Chan stare at each other with the most lovesick expression. Jisung is crying, naturally, and Minho keeps leaning over to dab the younger boy’s tears away.

“Weddings always make me cry,” Jisung sniffs, staring up at Minho. “I know, Ji. You cried for like, six hours after Felix and Changbin got married. Felix didn’t even cry that long.”

“They just looked so happy,” the blond wails, burying his face in his hands. Minho laughs and pulls him close, rubbing gentle circles into the blond’s back. “Yeah, they really did.”

“I just know they’re feeling the same thing that I feel when I look at you, and the idea that my friends know what it’s like to be so unbelievably, undeniably in love makes me so fucking happy.” Jisung looks up at the love of his life with round, glossy eyes.

The raven-haired boy looks completely lovesick, which just makes Jisung cry harder. “I’m just so happy for them.”

“I know, Ji. You wanna get up and get something to drink?” Minho stands when the younger boy nods, pulling him to join the others as cocktail hour starts.

Jisung doesn’t stop crying until he’s had a few glasses of wine, now sat inside the reception. Minho keeps raking his fingers through the blond’s hair which makes him shiver almost every time.

Jisung watches Chan and Seungmin do the rounds, thanking everybody for coming out. He notices that in the few moments of peace that they have, they can’t keep their hands off of each other, sweet kisses and whispered words exchanged in dark corners where they hope the partygoers can’t see them.

When Jisung looks back at Minho, the older man only has his eyes on him. Jisung blushes, tilting his head a little. “What are you looking at?”

“You.”

“Yeah, baby, I collected that much.”

“I love you. I just want to look at you. That’s all.” Minho smiles warmly as Jisung’s face flushes. The younger boy rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I have a wine stain on my shirt, don’t I?”

“There is a pretty big red wine stain on your shirt, honey.” Minho laughs, placing a hand over the stain as Jisung scowls playfully at him. “You could’ve just told me that, dickweed.”

“I do just like looking at you, too.” The raven-haired boy caresses his cheek gently, only looking away from him when Chan and Seungmin approach their table. “Oh my god, you guys need to get a room,” Seungmin says with what Jisung can only assume to be genuine disgust. Minho laughs as Jisung scoffs playfully. “As if you and Chan weren’t just sucking faces five minutes ago.”

“It’s our wedding day,” Chan chirps, clapping a hand against Han’s back. “We’re allowed to be disgusting.”

“When Jisung and I get married, it’s over for you bitches,” Minho jokes, causing Jisung to choke on his wine.

When they get married? They’d never talked about marriage before. It’s not a surprising concept considering how long they’ve been together, but it still catches the younger boy off guard. Minho just pats his back gently as Seungmin and Chan laugh at them, heading off to the next table.

Jisung thinks about asking, about figuring out if that’s something Minho really wants, but he knows now might not be the best time to have an intense emotional conversation with him, so he just polishes off his glass of wine.

“If you keep up that pace, you’ll be hammered before the first dance.”

“That’s kind of the goal, baby.” Jisung grins up at him and Minho takes that as a challenge.

They spend the night chugging wine and causing problems, their two favourite pastimes.

Late into the reception, when half the crowd has gone home, they find themselves swaying slowly to a fast-paced song. They’re far too lost in each other to notice that the slow song they were dancing to fifteen minutes ago has changed several times over.

Jisung presses their foreheads together, a hand on either side of Minho’s face. His eyes are barely open but he can still see Minho clear as day. “I love you, Min.”

“I can’t think of another person I’d want to spend my whole life with,” The older boy breathes, spinning Jisung delicately before pulling him back in close.

Jisung presses their lips together to stop any questions from tumbling out. He just wants to enjoy this moment, he can worry about their future later.

Jisung has had the most hellish shift of his life and he tells Minho as much on their daily phone call on his way home.

“I’m just so sick of this shit, Min. I can’t keep doing this,” he says, voice breaking. The older boy hums sympathetically on the other end. “I know, baby. Being a nurse is hard, you deal with so much real shit. I’m proud of you for doing something so important, even if it can be stressful.”

The genuine compassion in Minho’s voice causes tears to prick at Jisung’s eyes as he pulls into their driveway. “I’ll be inside in a minute,” he says before hanging up before Minho can respond.

He spends the next few minutes crying in his car, all the stress of the past few days at work building into one massive breakdown. Minho comes out when he sees Jisung through the window, knocking gently on the car door.

Jisung practically throws himself at the older boy as he gets out, burying his face in his neck as he hiccups softly. “Oh, angel…” Minho coos, rubbing his back.

The blond lets himself be ushered inside, Minho helping him change before getting him curled up in bed. Jisung laughs a little through the tears as the raven-haired boy piles their cats on top of him. “Wait here, I’ve got dinner ready for you.”

Jisung snuggles with the cats and tries to pull himself together while he waits, feeling very lucky to have found his soulmate. The one who knows just how to handle his worst moments.

Minho carries a tray of food and wine as he steps back in, situating the tray in the younger boy’s lap and placing the glass of wine on the bedside table. “There, baby. Eat up.”

Jisung picks at the food, his appetite non-existent. He’s just grateful to have Minho sitting with him, telling him silly little stories from the bookstore today.

“You know, Min… There’s nothing I look forward to more after a day like today than coming home to you. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky one, Jisung. You know… I was thinking…” the older boy trails off, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “What’s up, honey?”

“At Chan’s wedding a few months ago… you said something about how you like weddings because the couple always looks like they feel the way you and I feel, right?”

“Yeah. It’s my favourite part. Knowing my friends have found their person, too.”

“Well, since you think we’re the standard, I was thinking maybe it’s our turn.”

“Our turn?” Jisung’s heart is pounding, face flushing impossibly red. “What are you asking, Minho?”

“I was just wondering if maybe… Jisung, will you marry me?” Minho looks so afraid when he asks; like he’s convinced the younger boy would ever even consider saying no. Jisung lunges at him, knocking the dinner tray to the floor as he pins Minho down against the bed.

His face bursts into the biggest smile he’s ever had, and the older boy is quick to mirror it back to him. “Of course I will, Min. Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to ask me! You mentioned us getting married at that wedding and I was convinced you were going to pop the question right then and there!”

“I almost did! I thought it might be rude, so I held back.” Minho laughs, opening his mouth to say more. Jisung doesn’t let him, though, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss. They almost get lost in each other, hands wandering as they grow more desperate.

Minho breaks the kiss, pushing Jisung back a little as he catches his breath. “I have a ring for you.”

The older boy props himself up on his elbows, stealing another peck from Jisung before he digs through the drawer on his bedside table. “You kept it in there?”

“Baby, you’ve never looked through a drawer before in your life, especially not my drawer. It was safe in here.”

Jisung feigns hurt, but he’s laughing. Tears are pricking at his eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. Once the ring, a simple silver band, is secure on his hand, Minho pulls him back in.

They spend the night tangled in the sheets, whispering sweet nothings between gasps and groans.

“Next, please,” the barista calls. Jisung shakes his head a little to clear his head, still reeling from the fantasy he’d created. He’s standing there in the very same coffee shop he started in, his scrubs stained to oblivion, looking like a mess.

The beautiful stranger is still seated by the window, now packing his things into his bag.

Jisung feels insane, having just imagined a future with a man whose name he doesn’t even know. He briefly considers just letting the man leave instead of feeding into his own delusions.

But then he thinks back to it all. He thinks back to the beauty and the ups and downs of the life he could have with this man he’s never met; with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.

If he doesn’t do something now, he’ll spend the rest of his life wondering if this was it for him. He can’t build a life wondering if he let his soulmate get away to avoid being a little awkward in a coffee shop.

The barista calls for him again, but he steps out of line, marching his way over to the table as the raven-haired man rises out of his seat. “Hey,” Jisung says, pressing both of his palms against the tabletop.

The stranger stares at him, wide-eyed. “Do I know you?”

“No, but you’re about to. My name is Han Jisung,” he sticks his hand out, smiling brightly. The dark-haired man looks bewildered but clasps their hands together in a firm handshake. “Lee Minho.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Minho.”

"Finally?"

"I feel like I've seen you in my dreams before."

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