Stars & Golden Feathers

Chapter 18

Jisung's P.O.V

"I'll do it. I'll marry him." The words play over and over in Jisung's head, he stands frozen behind his boyfriend who is apparently his fiancé now.

He doesn't pay attention to the conversation between Minho and his dad and is startled when he is suddenly pulled out of the room by his hand. He looks up and sees Minho smiling gently at him, "What?" Jisung whispers.

"You weren't responding when I was talking to you," Minho chuckles and squeezes his hand.

"Oh- Sorry," Jisung sheepishly says and moves his gaze toward the floor, suddenly finding the alternating gold and white tiles very interesting.

Minho squeezes his hand reassuringly again, "It's fine, I was just telling you that we're done talking to my dad,"

Jisung nods, "Oh," He mumbles, still not meeting Minho's eyes.

"Are you okay?" Minho asks and closes the door to his room behind them, Jisung finally looks the older angels in the eye, "You seem distant," Worry flashes through his eyes. Minho walks toward his bed and sits down before patting the space beside him, Jisung follows him and takes a seat beside him. "What's up Sung?"

Jisung sighs, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine, are you sure it's nothing?" Minho reaches for Jisung's hand again.

Jisung fights a smile when he feels goosebumps on his skin as Minho runs his thumb across his knuckles, "It's stupid," He whispers and looks away.

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you, Sungie," Minho intertwines their fingers.

"It's just-" Jisung sighs before continuing, "I'm worried," He mumbles, "I'm worried about all of this, and about us." He whispers the last part.

"What do you mean Sungie?" Minho asks.

"I want to marry you, so bad, I really do. But I'm worried that we're just doing it because of your father, and not because you-" Jisung pauses to blink away tears, "-Not because you love me." His voice breaks on the last words.

"Sung, look at me," Jisung turns his head to look at Minho who places his hands on either side of Jisung's face and wipes his tears with his thumbs. "I love you," Minho says while looking directly into Jisung's eyes.

Jisung feels like everything is on fire, his heart is beating faster than ever before, and he is sure that Minho will burn his hands on his face if he keeps them there any longer. He tries to respond but when nothing gets past his lips. Minho starts giggling, and Jisung sobers up from his daze, "What?"

"Nothing, you're just really cute," Minho pauses, "Your eyes are really beautiful right now," He smiles with so much love that Jisung worries he might combust right then and there.

"My eyes?" He whispers, a bit confused by Minho's statement. He knows that he will never be able to see what his eyes look like to others. To him they always look the same, a bunch of dull colors with a few stars. Nothing special. Not as special as the real night sky.

Minho nods, "They're sparkling, and they're completely pink right now. They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful Jisung." He whispers the last part.

Jisung blushes harder than before and mumbles a 'thank you'. He glances at Minho's lips for a second, "Can I kiss you?"

Minho nods before connecting their lips. Jisung's hands move to Minho's hair, he pours all of his feelings into the kiss.

The kiss is slow but quickly becomes heated as Minho gently pushes Jisung against the bed.

Jisung pulls away to catch his breath. Minho takes the opportunity to kiss along Jisung's jaw and down his neck, Jisung gasps at the feeling and grabs Minho's hair. "Minho- Are we- Are we doing this?"

Minho tops for a moment to look Jisung in the eyes, "Do you want to?" He asks.

Jisung quickly nods, "Yes," He feels the heat in his cheeks again as Minho grins at him and connects their lips once again.

~~~~

Minho's P.O.V

It's a week later when Jisung and Minho are walking down the hallway toward the kitchen.

"Are you sure they won't mind making a cheesecake for me?" Jisung looks at Minho with big eyes. Minho can't stop a smile from forming on his lips, Jisung's eyes are filled with yellow and happiness.

"Of course they won't," Minho says and ruffles Jisung's hair, a giggle escapes Minho's lips when a small pout forms on the younger boys lips as he tries to fix his hair. "Here, let me do it," Minho chuckles after a few failed attempts.

They stop walking, and Minho carefully runs his fingers through Jisung's hair to straighten the strands. Suddenly they hear a voice on the other side of the door they're standing beside.

"How can he be so careless? He gave me the wrong letter and now Minho suddenly thinks he can do whatever he wants!" Minho recognizes the voice as his fathers. He looks at Jisung who is already looking at him with wide eyes. They quietly move closer to the door to listen to the conversation.

"I don't care that they're friends, that boy, Jaemin, or whatever, should have given me the right letter!" There's a pause, Minho figures he's probably talking on the phone, "How am I supposed to explain to him that his mother is dead? Huh? How am I supposed to explain that what he read in the letter isn't real?" Another pause, "No she's not, I made sure of it. She's not coming back." Minho's heart drops.