angel boy // minsung

|six|

It was an early Monday morning, and the sun rays shone right through the window as the sun continued to rise. Of course, these rays were blasted right next to Jisung's face, which caused him to stir awake. He groaned and scrunched his eyes further shut as he brought his hand to his face to cover the light that was blinding him.

Jisung sat up in the bed and looked over to the alarm clock, which read 7:17 AM. "Why is the sun up and shining so early? I really need to talk to Chan about when he decides to bring the sun up." Jisung grumbled to himself. He rubbed his eyes and slumped in the bed, trying to wake himself up. Jisung could've slipped out of consciousness easily again if it weren't for the loud pans banging downstairs.

"Why is he up so early?" Jisung scoffed to himself and lifted himself out of the bed, giving up on any idea to sleep more. As Jisung shuffled downstairs, a sweet, sugary aroma filled his nose with every step towards the kitchen. Jisung's cranky behavior soon turned into a curiosity and he quickened his pace towards the kitchen.

Jisung stopped in front of the doorway to see a happy Minho shaking and swaying his hips as he flipped something that seemed to be a pancake. "Minho what's that smell?"

Minho whipped his  head towards the angel with a small grin on his face. He hummed as a question. "I'm making pancakes." He held up his spatula then turned back to his pancakes in front of him.

"No I know, but it smells, um," Jisung crossed his arms and sniffed the air around him to locate the word he was looking for. "Sweet? Like sugary?"

"Oh! Because they're chocolate chip pancakes."

Jisung blinked at the boy with a 'kiss the chef' apron wrapped around his waist. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Minho retorted as he flipped a pancake.

"That's not even a thing..." Jisung's voice fell short at the end.

Minho's laughter boomed throughout the kitchen, and Jisung could swear his heart did a tiny flip at the sound. "Jisung I thought you used to be alive." Minho's laughter died down into small giggles.

Jisung's wings folded in, as if they were a dog's tail when they were guilty. "Well yeah I was a long time ago!" Jisung whined.

"How long ago?" Minho snickered. "You must've been a grandpa by now."

"150 years ago?" Jisung tapped his chin. "If I'm doing the math right."

Minho choked on air and turned the stove off to prevent burning the pancake. "150 years???" Minho shrieked and shook his head. "Okay then maybe a great great grandpa."

Jisung shrugged his shoulders and made his way into the kitchen after standing in that spot for a while. "I mean if I ever had kids, yeah."

Minho turned the stove on again and smiled fondly as he poured some batter onto the pan. "I sure would love kids one day."

Ouch. Jisung's heart stung at the comment. He wasn't sure whether he was sad that Minho insinuated he was straight or that Minho might not live long enough to have kids of his own. Jisung frowned and let his heart ache for the moment and ignored Minho's desire he just spoke on.

"Anyways," Minho changed the subject and turned off the stove, lightly dusting his hands on his apron afterwards. "Food is done!"

Minho reached into his tall cabinets and grabbed two plates, one for him and one for Jisung. He stacked 3 pancakes for each of them and lathered them in butter and syrup. Jisung grimaced at the sight and smell. He wasn't sure if he would like this odd mixture at all. But he was willing to try it. If he was honest, he was a little tired of eating only oranges every day.