letters for his lovely || minsung

𝙵̷𝚎̷𝚟̷𝚎̷𝚛̷𝚒̷𝚜̷𝚑̷ [𝙿̷𝚊̷𝚛̷𝚝̷ 𝟹̷]

warning: this will include a severe amount of sick cuddly minho :]

After many breaks and pep-talks, the trio finally arrived at Felix's flat.

Well, his boyfriend's flat.

Felix took out his spare keys and jammed them into the keyhole, quite audibly opening the door so the Chan guy would know that he was home.

Maybe he didn't feel that Chan understood yet, so he grinned before yelling:

"Honey, I'm home!"

In about a millisecond, the well built male became visible to Jisung as 'Chan' walked over to Felix with a soft smile, pecking his forehead and then looking over to Jisung, freezing. Chan stared at Jisung for about 10 more seconds, looking him up and down (making Jisung nervous) before relaxing.

"So you're the one they call Han Jisung?" He smirked.

Jisung gulped. "W-who? Is this a bad thing? Uh-"

"No no, don't worry! Felix and Minho talk a lot about you, that's why. I'm Bang Chan by the way, you can just call me Chan." Chan chuckled, waving the boy over. 

It was then that Chan noticed the load on Jisung's back.

He sighed tiredly, walking over and proceeding to yank a sleeping Minho off of Jisung's back and pushing his body over to a couch. It was ineffective, though, because a mere second later Minho groaned sleepily.

"I'm so sorry you had to carry him, he can be a handful." Chan apologized to Jisung, who shook his head.

"No no, it's completely fine, hyung! He didn't bother me that much. My back is kind of sore, though." Jisung smiled sheepishly, causing Chan to run and get ice from his kitchen.

Minho at this point had sort of woken up, and he was still fever-stricken. Jisung turned around towards the direction of the couch, staring sympathetically at Minho. He wondered how much the fever had taken a toll on him.

Minho, however, sprung his head up, giving Jisung a toothy smile.

He got up from the couch, slowly stumbling over to Jisung. The latter quickly scurried over to Minho's aide, but to his surprise Minho slumped into him, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist and then burying his head in the boy's shoulder.

Jisung's face flared up.

"U-Um, hyung? W-what are you doing? If you want to sleep, t-then, I'll take y-you to your room..." He stuttered, trying so hard to get the blush off of his face.

Minho let out a muffled whine, and Jisung could feel him shake his head from his shoulder.

"No. You're more comfortable, Hannie." He mumbled, tilting his head further down so he could nuzzle into Jisung's neck.

Jisung could feel his breath hitch, the tomato color on his face flushing into an even deeper red. His heart was rampaging for reasons he in all honesty did not know why.

"We don't have ice, will frozen chickpeas do?-"

Chan stopped, staring at the two boys.

Jisung looked at him, seeing the boy's surprised face switch to a smirk. 

Snap!

Jisung turned his head to catch Felix trying to hide his phone.

"Sorry, I had to. This is pure blackmail material." He giggled mischievously, bringing the device back up and taking several other videos and photos.