Hidden Love | Minsung

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~ Third Pov.

When Minho felt a body snuggle closer to him, and was slowly pulled out of his sleep and opened his eyes.

He could immediately see jisung's head lying asleep on his chest with his arms wrapped around it.

At the sweet sight, Minho couldn't help but start smiling.

Carefully, Minho stroked a few strands of hair from his boyfriend's face and then stroked his cheeks with his thumb where he drew small circles, pressing a kiss to the younger boy's forehead.

How long the black-haired guy had wished to hold the younger in his arms, to touch every inch of his body and call his scent his own.

Minho was happy and no one could take that away from him, because he would never give Jisung away again. He had a very special place in his heart that no one else could ever replace either.

"MinMin?" Jisung slowly perked up as he felt someone gently stroking his cheeks and then looked into the dreamy face of the older one who still had a smile on his lips.
"Good morning, Baby." Minho placed his fingers around Jisung's chin, squeezing it a bit so that Minho could perfectly place his lips on his.

It was a loving and passionate kiss. Still, it had the same innocence as their first.

Jisung sighed into the kiss, it was like Minho's lips were his personal drugs and he could never get enough of them. He needed them to live to breathe and just his lips alone were driving him crazy.

Slowly Minho broke away from his boyfriend again, whose cheeks had a red glow to them and his sleepy eyes looked directly into his.
"Good morning MinMin." smiled Jisung, only snuggling closer to the older one.

Minho started laughing loved the sound of Jisung pronouncing his nickname.

He could remember it as if it was just yesterday that the two of them were together in the playground in the middle of Seoul. Jisung and Minho had only known each other for a few weeks, but the younger one was fascinated by the older one from the beginning and followed him wherever he went.

Minho did not know when the two met. The two had been friends for so long now that no one really knew when this friendship had started. It was just this typical friendship where you just became friends after a while. As if there had been only Jisung and Minho from the beginning.

Jisung had only used the name MinMin when he knew that Minho was mad at him, because he knew that he could always get the older one soft with it and that still works until today. Because every time Jisung used that nickname, a swarm of butterflies raged inside Minho, making him feel things he had never felt before.

"We need to get up slowly..." murmured Minho against the younger's hair as he left a kiss on his head, gently stroking the brown-haired boy's hair.

Jisung only snuggled up to Minho more though, not wanting to let go of the older one, wanting to continue to feel Minho's soft touches and breathe in his scent that made him feel so much better.

Knowing that the younger one would not get up so quickly on his own, Minho had an idea. In a split second, he had pushed Jisung off of him pushing himself out of bed and before Jisung could complain in any way, Minho had already picked him up bridal style.

"Hyung!" Whined Jisung pushing himself away from Minho's chest as he found it more than embarrassing when Minho carried him like that.
"Put me down!"

"Why? After all, I have to practice for our wedding night." With a sly grin, Minho carried his boyfriend toward the bathroom.

Horrified, Jisung looked up at Minho, slapping him against his bare chest.