Sтяαωвєяяу JєƖƖу [Mιηѕυηg]

❖ Ƙєєρ Ɗємσηѕ Sυρєяνιѕєɗ ❖

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With the fact that I know I need to wear glasses to see the board in my class 

but yet I keep choosing to sit in the back of the classroom 

Minho knew that money wasn't a concern for him. The problem was that he didn't know how to spend it.

Luckily for him, Jisung seemed to have solved that problem . . .by maxing out his credit card.

"Jisung!" 

Minho stared at the bank email in utter shock. "Yes, my love?"

Jisung ran into Minho's their room and dropped himself on the bed. Jisung was going to wrap the male up in a hug but was stopped by a hand on his chest, pushing him back.

"What. Did. You. Buy?"

Jisung stared at him in confusion, his eyes wide and glistening slightly. "With your rectangular piece of plastic?" Minho exasperatedly sighed but nodded his head. 

"My card, yes." 

"A lot of things!"

Minho slapped his forehead, running his hand down his face.  'No shit.'

"Yes, Sung. I know that but what exactly did you buy?" He needed to calm himself, the demon didn't know any better so it was ultimately Minho's fault.

Jisung tapped his chin lightly "I don't know, it was too much to remember . . .but! I know I bought a cloning machine and a container that holds a large amount of liquid."

Minho stared at him, blinking multiple times. He tried to make sense of what the hell he had just said.

He really should have watched Jisung instead of letting him shop by himself. What was he thinking? 

'A cloning machine? What the fuck?'

It was all arriving within the day so Minho would find out what he was talking about soon.

"Are you mad? Your aura changed."

Jisung watched Minho aggressively type something on his phone. Complaining about something called a credit score?

"No . . . Sung, I'm not mad. Come here."

He pulled the male into his arms, Jisung taking it a step further and placing Minho onto his lap, resting his chin on top of his head. "Are you sure you're not mad at me?" Minho patted his back - Jisung for once was wearing a shirt . . . much to Minho's displeasure.

"I'm not, don't worry." Jisung leaned his forehead against his human's.

"Good. You shouldn't be mad at your husband. We're newlyweds, you're supposed to be happy." The demon still didn't understand how the concept of marriage works as you can see.

"Oh god- shut up."

"Hey! Don't say that around me!"

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The doorbell went off almost every twenty minutes. His whole morning was filled with him running back and forth to the door. At first Minho got small things like clothes and other outfits that Jisung had drained him for. He even got a few with different shampoo scents and bath bombs. After that, larger boxes were starting to be left by his front door.