𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 36 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 '𝓘𝓷-𝓵𝓪𝔀𝓼'

"Hey, Ji. Earth to Han Jisung!" Seungmin waved his hands in front of the male's face, snapping him out of his daze. He couldn't leave his sleeves alone, continuing to fiddle with them even when back to consciousness. "He's coming over today," Jisung expressed, eyes flickering around, staring into space. "Hey, calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen," Seungmin giggled and wrapped an arm around him. Felix joined in as well. "Minnie's right, I'm sure your mom will love him."

"Oh, but that's not what I worry about," Jisung answered, which earned confused looks from both his friends. "Then what is it?" Felix asked, tilting his head. "My mom, she's going to expose everything. I'm sure!" the man rambled. Seungmin shook his head. "And I thought it was something serious," he chuckled. Jisung whined. "It is. I'm going to get so embarrassed." He slumped down into his seat, almost disappearing under the table. "Come on, you'll have Minho there with you. You're going to survive, mate," Felix reassured. Jisung got surprised by the peck on his cheek. "Hello, beautiful." Minho smiled cheekily. The younger touched his cheek and faced him. "Stop sneaking from behind!" He scolded, giving him a look. "No can do," Minho answered. Jisung gave him a questioning expression when the older didn't sit down next to him. "Aren't you going to take a seat?"

"I can't, Love," he answered. "I have an exam right now." Jisung made an "o" shape with his mouth, head lowering. "I'll see you tonight though," Minho reassured so he wouldn't mope. "Yeah, see you tonight." Jisung squeezed the older's hand tight before he walked off. "Is it possible to feel single when you have a boyfriend already?" The Australian asked. 

The doorbell rang, and Jisung's mother stood in the corridor, yelling for him. "Ji, get the door, please! I'm still busy prepping dinner!" As soon as he heard his mother's voice he trudged down the stairs. 

"Hi," Jisung greeted as he opened the door for the other to enter. "Hi." Minho pecked his forehead and entered. His mother appeared in the hallway, wearing an apron, looking a bit messy with her hair in a bun. As soon as she locked eyes with Minho, they slightly widened in surprise. "Lee Minho? So great to see you, son!" She enclosed him in a small hug. "It's a pleasure seeing you again, Mrs. Han." Minho bowed but Jisu stopped him. "You don't have to be so formal, just be comfortable." She waved off. 

"You two seem to know each other well?" Jisung raised his brow in question. "He is your sponsor, the lucky reason you could receive surgery," his mom answered. The male turned toward his boyfriend. "What did you do?"

The older grabbed both his hands in his, swinging them lightly. "Let's say I pulled some strings," he said, hoping that Jisung wouldn't question it further. Jisung took a breath in. He tried to push down the questions rising in his head, figuring this probably wasn't the right time to dig further. If Minho asked him to trust him, he would. 

"Stand like that, don't move. I want a picture." His mother cooed and grabbed her phone. "Mom, weren't you making dinner?" Jisung sent her signals with his eyes in hopes his mother got it. "That's true, excuse me, guys. I have to save our dinner!" Jisu made wild motions with her hands as she trudged away before everything got burned. Minho let out a chuckle. "Your mother's nice." Jisung couldn't hide the laugh. He began to see how much he actually resembled her. No wonder he was such a mess. "She is," he smiled. "Let's go." Jisung pulled Minho with him to the living room where a little boy came running toward them. 

Minho could catch him in his arms just in time, lifting the little one. "And who is this little guy?" He looked the little one in the eyes with absolute adoration. It was a sight for Jisung to melt away, he had never seen Minho with kids before. "This rascal is my little brother," Jisung said, caressing the little boy's hair. Jaeyong looked from his brother to Minho, a smile appearing on his small face. "Hi, my name is Han Jaeyong!" he introduced with excitement, causing a bright smile to appear on Minho's face. "Nice meeting you, Han Jaeyong, I'm Lee Minho." Minho eyed Jisung as if asking for permission. "Your brother's boyfriend," he said after receiving a nod of approval.

"Food is ready." His mother appeared around the corner, fixing herself up. Jisung showed him his seat and sat down next to Minho. After a while, Irene also came downstairs with Jaeyong in her hand. Minho greeted her after she sat down. Jisu placed the pot in the middle of the table, the damp escaping as the lid got taken off. "Dig in everyone. Enjoy your meal," she said and sat down. Just as Minho was about to take his portion, a hand stopped him. Jisung shook his head and took the plate from his hands. He was the guest, he should be served. He shoved the plate back towards Minho who gave him a small "Thank you" before digging into the meal. 

To be completely honest, Minho did not know how to act. Sometimes he fiddled with the utensils while the rest were talking. He never had dinner together before, they didn't do that at home. The only people he saw while eating were the maids who occasionally entered his room to bring the food and take away the plates. Jisung glanced over at him, squeezing his hand gently under the table as if to say everything was going to be fine. "So, Jisung, Minho, how did you two meet?" Jisu asked. Irene also stopped eating and folded her hands together on the table, the two sitting like little girls waiting for their bedtime story. 

Jisung didn't even know where to start until the words slipped out of his mouth. "He was the worst. He was cold, stubborn and he glared all the time." Jisu and Irene blinked, taken aback, this surely wasn't the answer they had expected. Minho let out a few flustered chuckles as he caressed the back of his head, embarrassed. "We somehow ended up being together at the most random moments." Jisung's mind went back to all those moments. The chaotic camp memory, oh how much had changed since then. After that, they told about their first encounters with each other, the difficulties they came across, the moments of change, and how after some of their fights, they quickly made up with each other. Everything. 

"Despite me being a jerk, your son always cared about me. I want to thank him for having so much patience." Minho laid his hand on top of Jisung's, sharing a loving glance. "However, I am telling you Han Jisung wasn't the easiest to handle either," he out of nowhere continued his story, earning a hit from Jisung. "You could have stopped at the part before," he muttered but let Minho talk. A smile appeared on Jisu's face. She could see it.

Jisung was finally happy. 

Minho neared the finish, and before they knew it, they had talked for over a few hours. "I love him for who he is." Those were the last words leaving Minho but it was enough for Jisung to turn completely quiet, a hidden smile creeping on his face. Maybe not so hidden after all. 

The meal was heavenly, but both of them noticed their muscles could barely keep up their weight so they cuddled up on the couch, Jisung completely leaned into him while Minho folded his legs and arms around him. The TV provided some light in the almost darkened room, however, it was the darkness that tricked Jisung into yawning. The poor man could barely keep open his eyes already, but he was out in no time after. Minho noticed the other's head drop back on his shoulder. He kept staring for a bit, brushing the hair out of his face. "Sleepyhead, I told you to rest," Minho whispered and tried a way to as motionless as possible get up from behind Jisung without waking him up.

The sound of the TV still sounded in the background while Minho carefully lifted Jisung from the couch into his arms. He let out a huff. "You're heavy, Han Jisung." Minho then proceeded to carry him bridal-style. 

Footsteps trudged down the staircase and Jisu walked in. "Oh, I see." She cast her gaze on her sleeping son. "Do you need help to carry him upstairs?"

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Minho insisted, earning a nod from her. "Okay then, spare clothes are upstairs and I'm assuming you don't mind sharing his bed with him," she instructed. 

"Thank you again for inviting me. Have a good night's rest, ma'am." Jisu placed a hand on his arm. "The pleasure is all mine, son. Good night," she whispered, and with that Minho made his way upstairs. Which was a whole struggle, but luckily he managed to make it work. 

He pushed the door open with his side before laying Jisung down. The only thing lucky was that Jisung already had comfortable clothes on and that he was still sleeping. "How do you not wake up?" he sounded genuinely confused. Minho's eyes landed on the set of clothes Jisung's mother had put for him. 

Minho let himself engulf in the mattress, exhaling. He reached out in the darkness, pulling the covers over them. Minho especially made sure Jisung had enough blankets before snuggling closer to him. The older showed a content smile once he wrapped his arms around Jisung which caused him to shift closer. His eyelids began feeling heavy and soon the both of them were sound asleep together. Close, how Minho wanted it.