𝗭𝗜𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗚𝗦 | minsung ✓

𝖹𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖡𝖺𝗀𝗌 ✧

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It was a Sunday.

A Sunday, meaning that Minho would finally get to spend some time with the love of his life, who was back at home. And although he might've still had some work to be done back at home, that wouldn't mean that he'd just give up his precious time like that just for work. But instead, for his loving boyfriend, Han Jisung.

It was currently 8:45 which was quite a late time to be having dinner but they had it anyway since tile didn't really matter. Minho decided that he'd be the one cooking the food this time as last time, they had takeout which wasn't necessarily bad but wasn't healthy either. He wanted them both to eat something homemade for once and so he took it upon himself to make them the food. Jisung decided to help out with setting up the utensils, plates, and outlined mats. He then sat in his chair, just across from Minho's, waiting patiently.

After the food — which Minho decided on some typical kimchi — was eventually done cooking, he carefully slid it on the two plates and brought it to the dining table. He placed the two plates carefully in front of Jisung and himself before taking a seat and opening up his laptop which sat next to his plate.

The older would end up having to work on his project overnight since his boss said that he needed the papers done by tomorrow morning so he had no time to waste whatsoever since he had spent nearly the entire day with Jisung. Don't get him wrong, he loved spending his time with Jisung but he also enjoyed his current job as a designer. And so, he basically had no other choice than to work during dinner or else he may be feeling more fatigued staying up extra time, trying to complete the remaining documents.

Minho picked up his knife and fork, cutting into the spicy, fermented cabbage and then piercing the small piece that had been slightly cut out with his fork before placing it into his mouth, chewing softly just in case he might bite down on his side gums. He then put down the utensils and continued typing away at his keyboard.

On the other hand, his boyfriend, who sat not too far away from him just looked down at his own plate and then looked right back up at Minho. While Jisung appreciated Minho's efforts to cook dinner for them and applauded his ability to be able to somehow cook, he didn't find the dish that... appetizing, as Minho had.

He hesitantly picked up his fork and steadily poked around the dish that looked like Satan's encrusted vomit. After poking around the dish for a while, he looked up at Minho again who this time, looked right back at him.

"Aren't you going to eat? My cooking skills surely aren't that bad, are they?" Minho chuckled, pointing his fork at Jisung's replicated dish of his own, urging him to dig into the delicious meal. Jisung slowly nodded, keeping on a tight smile as Minho smiled, briefly turning away his gaze back to his laptop.

The younger male just sighed after he turned away, looking across from where he was to the kitchen drawers and then back to his own plate. He looked at Minho again and saw him fastly typing away at his keyboard. He slowly got up quietly, slowly making his way to the kitchen without a notice. And in an attempt to make his way over to the kitchen unnoticed, he had been caught.

"Hey, if you need anything from the kitchen, I can get it for you." Minho said, standing up out of his chair. He turned around after looking like he was a deer caught in headlights and gave Minho a shake of his head. Minho nodded as Jisung went back to his seat. Minho picked his head up and saw that Jisung's plate was still untouched. He was about to say something about it until he felt an uncomfortable feeling.