Parental Guidance | Minsung One-Shot ✓

- I'll Be Home For Christmas-

ahaha, remember when I said I'll never touch this again? 

Well...

Okay, but I also said I would probably think of scenarios, so here's a scenario, that I accidentally wrote into an entire chapter. 

But anyway, sorry this is two days late to Christmas LMAO. I didn't want to post this on the holiday, when y'all are spending time with families or friends, so <3. I just wanted to give y'all something before the year ends. And since I'm still working on the fantasy minsung AU, y'all would have to settle for this lmao. Sorry. 

ALSO!! THIS TOOK PLACE IN THE MIDDLE OF "WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE"

So, before Minho proposes, but after he and Jisung get together :) Anyway, enjoy.

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Cold, windy, and a season of laziness, Minho hated winter.

The dry weather was irritating, the cold only cultivating his laziness until too late come January, when school started again. Not to mention the lessons he needed to plan for the second semester. Considering school, he also hated the rush of submitting grades before the deadline and hated how winter break disrupted his daily routine; he just hated winter.

Though a few things made him accept the horrible season. Such as his need for a break from school, the holidays, and the opportunity to visit his family. The opportunity to spend more time with his boyfriend, the feeling of him pressed up against his chest in the morning, welcoming the warmth and laziness Minho usually despised; he guessed he could tolerate winter if it meant he could wake up next to Jisung every day. Hair mused in ten different directions, curled up under at least two blankets and a comforter like this, evading any cold that entered his safe space.

"Minho. Hands, cold—off." Minho pouts at the whine from the man pressed up against him, burying his face into the crook of the older's neck when he tries to sneak his hands around his waist again. Despite the younger's sleepy mumbles, Minho's hands make their way under Jisung's oversized shirt, pulling him closer. The younger gives into the cold intruder against his skin, intertwining their fingers together with a sigh.

Minho didn't exactly expect to stay the night at his boyfriend's place. Last night had been filled with late-night movies and staying up with Younghee to wait for the squirrelly man to get home. While the little girl fell asleep about three movies in, Minho stayed up a little longer to wait for the squirrelly man, there was no school, after all, and he might as well indulge in its benefits.

Though in the middle of watching Toy Story 4, his eyes came to a close, thinking that he'd give them a rest. He didn't want to leave and allow Jisung to come home to an empty couch and darkness. He wanted to greet the younger, despite the fatigue and the cold weather. Wanted to see his smile no matter how late. It was a thing he did fairly often (more so when there was a school break), and seeing his boyfriend come home was one of the simple joys he found himself loving as time passes by. Of course, he still didn't live there, but Jisung had always welcomed him with open arms. And who was Minho to reject Jisung?

When he opened his eyes, he was happily met with the squirrelly man laying against him, cheek pressed against his chest, eyes closed and a hum playing on his lips (and the heartbreaking ending with Woody and Bo-Peep on the TV screen). His hair was still damp, the man probably came out of a late-night-early morning, shower, smelling the familiar vanilla that Minho had come to love. He'd always prefer Jisung like this: when he wore clothes that were too big on him, contrary to the work clothes he had on for most of the day. When his lips parted slightly as he slept, when his eyebrows furrowed and when he loved to cuddle anything nearest him. When his eyes sparkle as they see Minho, despite the late hour, the fatigue, and all the such. When he leans in and brings the older into a kiss so sweet and soft, a kiss Minho had missed the entire day.