𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 16 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰, "𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮"

The sunlight hit the lids of his eyes, making them squeeze as Jisung slightly tossed. Two arms were wrapping around him, Jisung growing aware of that fact when his senses finally gave off that signal of warmth and touch. He looked down at his waist, eyes peering open while he tried to scramble out of his hold. Minho tightened his grip around him, nearing close to his ear. "Don't move, Love," he whispered, a raspy morning voice sounding through his tone. Jisung felt a shiver run down his spine. His voice was so close. Even more. That nickname.

"Flustered?"

Jisung hit him with a pillow, causing a groan from the other. "Like hell I am. Get up," Jisung demanded, pulling off his covers. Minho flinched at the sudden coldness. "Stop acting like one of my servants," he complained in return. Jisung opened the doors, a plate with some food and coffee outside waiting outside in the hall. He grabbed the cart around its handles, rolling it inside. "You don't eat with your family?" Jisung started the conversation while grabbing the warm cup of coffee as he sat down on the bed next to him. "They don't have the time anyway," Minho answered him as walked over to the closet, reaching on top of a plank, and putting on another shirt. Jisung's face darkened a bit. He knew how that felt all too well. The feeling of your own family not even having time for you. 

They both sat down outside on the balcony, the morning breeze greeting them when they just set foot in the open. Jisung sipped on his coffee while Minho was just enjoying the sunlight. "You plant flowers?" Jisung asked as he got up to walk over to the place, admiring the beautiful golden sunflowers. "I do," Minho answered, tilting his head to the side while looking at Jisung with a fond smile. He got a bit lost in admiring Jisung's elegant figure. 

"You look more beautiful after waking up," Minho commented, getting Jisung's attention. "Why do you think so?" he stammered. "I don't remember you wearing any make-up," Minho said which made him freeze, Jisung attempting to process the words. "You're crazy" he chuckled, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and hiding a hand in his neck. "Don't look so fazed, sit down and have breakfast." Minho patted the empty place next to him and Jisung did as he said. Maybe food will drown these feelings out. Yet his heart still sent violent pulsations against his chest.

Minho had walked Jisung home again. Jisung knew he hadn't called his mom to let her know he was going to stay somewhere else, so he couldn't stop the nervous feeling thumping inside of his being. Finally, the door opened revealing Jisu who immediately ran towards her son. "Jisung, thank goodness you're okay!" She embraced him even more tightly, the thought of her son being home again downing onto her, and patted the back of her son's head. "Mom, I'm fine. Minho took care of me." He motioned to the male next to him who made a polite bow. "Sorry, Ms. Han for making you worry about your son," Minho apologized on his behalf. "It is all good, dear. Thank you for taking care of this rascal." She nudged her son to give him a bit of a warning to not do it again next time.

Minho cooed at the mother-son relationship between Jisung and his mother. It really did make him happy to see how much she cared for him. Jisung turned back to Minho. "Thank you for letting me stay over," he thanked him, stepping inside. "Anything for you," Minho leaned in and sent Jisung a wink as he left. Jisung froze at the sudden flirting. "What has gotten into him?" he internally questioned. "Great. Now my face turned red all over again," Jisung whined. 

"So, Minho, huh?" Jisu smirked. "Mom, don't start," Jisung dead-panned, causing Jisu to laugh. "At this point you are being too obvious!" she called after him. "Mom!" Jisung yelled back at her.