𝓒𝓱; 37 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮

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"Protect him." Jisu laid her hands on top of Minho's. The clock ticked in the background, which was the only thing keeping the silence from occurring. It was past midnight. "Promise me you will." 

Minho held her hand, reassuring her. "Your son is in the right hands. I promise to protect him at all costs." Jisu relaxed her tense shoulders. "Thank you, Minho. I trust you. Please take care of him from now on. I know my boy is strong. But I also know he's fragile." She let out a sigh, looking down at the table in front of her. 

"I want you two to live together happily." A fond smile covered her face. "I know you can give him that happiness." 


Minho woke up next to Jisung, who was still sleeping, their faces only inches away from each other. He found himself lost in admiring Jisung's features that he didn't notice the other flutter his eyes open. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Jisung asked in his raspy morning voice. "You look pretty when you sleep." Minho brushed a strand of hair out of the other's face, loving how his eyes widened as he did so. "Even after you wake up you look pretty." He nuzzled his nose against Jisung's, causing Jisung to giggle. 

"You are more clingy than usual today," Jisung said, surprised. "No, I just love you more and more every day," the older stated, making Jisung flush a crimson red. He couldn't handle it anymore and sat up on his bed. Minho sulked a bit because the two of them couldn't cuddle longer but Jisung ignored that. "Come on, let's have breakfast." He dragged Minho up. "I'd rather have you." Minho eyed him mischievously. "Get that smirk off your face, pervert," Jisung scolded and disappeared into the bathroom. Minho was allowed to stay for the weekend and, of course, didn't decline the invite. 

The room downstairs filled with the smell of freshly made pancakes. It looked like Jisu was up and about early this morning. "Hey boys. Come and sit down." She patted the seats at the bar table. "Do you guys mind going grocery shopping after this? I have an appointment with my client and Irene is out with Jaeyong today."

"That's ok, mom, we'll handle it," Jisung answered and stuffed a piece of pancake in his mouth. "Thanks guys, it helps a lot. I'll be out now, but I don't expect me to be back early any time soon, so enjoy your quality time with each other." She winked and grabbed her purse, stuffing in everything before leaving. "Don't forget to take a key!" she yelled for the last time at Jisung and shut the door behind her.  

"Guess we still have a busy schedule today," Jisung said with stuffed cheeks, causing Minho to let out a chuckle. "Close your mouth while you eat," he scolded and grabbed the nearest tissue. "Sorry," Jisung muttered as he turned a slight pink. 


The two of them walked around the mall. Their hands between them swinging and intertwined while Minho had a grocery bag in the other hand, which he insisted on carrying even after receiving a lot of protest from Jisung. 

"Why do you always insist on being such a gentleman?" Jisung pouted still whining about earlier. "Because I want to take care of you." Jisung sighed heavily. "I can do things myself too, you know? It's not like my arm will fall off if I carry something." Minho rolled his eyes. "Is there anything that will make you stop whining?" The other tapped his chin as if thinking of something before his eyes cleared up. "Coffee." Minho shook his head playfully, a grin on his face, and headed to the nearest cafe. "Americano it is then." 


The bell sounded announcing their presence as a worker looked up from behind the counter, greeting them with a smile. "Two Iced Americanos, please." Minho leaned against the counter, grabbing his card out of his wallet. "Don't be so smooth, this time I'm paying for myself," Jisung hissed and slid some money towards the worker. Minho shook his head but let him, if that was what Jisung wanted so be it. "You are such an independent, strong individual," Minho exaggerated, earning an elbow to his side from the other. "I don't need people to take care of me all the time." Before they could continue to bicker, they noticed a familiar appearance sitting in the corner of the cafe. 

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