𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 54 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓾𝓭

Jisung leaned on the seat in front of him. He was pretty high up, but it gave him a good vision of the stage from up here. Though occasionally a shiver ran down his spine, Jisung learned how to cope. 

The movements synched perfectly with the music. The sweat covering him only made him more attractive. Damn him. What did he have to be so hot for? While Jisung carried on staring, Minho had already caught him. So deciding to trigger Jisung more, he sent him a wink, loving every second of the other's reaction as he quickly averted his gaze, poking a tongue on the inside of his cheek. Cute. 

The noise came to a stop after a few whistles and clapping and everyone went to grab their towels and water bottles. Minho tugged the bottle back and threw the towel over his shoulder, running upstairs. The older put his arms over him, pulling him in closer by his waist for a kiss. "Tastes good." Minho spoke, earning a hit from Jisung. "Ok, ok, I'll quit joking. Though that wasn't a joke." He clicked his tongue while Jisung just rolled his eye. "Enough of teasing me," Jisung responded, feeling the warmth rising to his cheeks. "But you look cute when I do so." Minho flicked his brow, provoking him. 

Jisung caught the older's lips between his, enjoying the moment, smiling between their kiss. "I liked your dance." Changing the subject, he supported on Minho's neck. "Really?" Minho smiled. His signature smile, Jisung thought. It's a smile where you could always see his teeth and that truly melted the boy. "I like seeing you like that." 

"You know, happy."

The two locked eyes and in some way it left a sense of peace. "Thank you," Minho whispered softly as their heads connected. "For believing in me."

Jisung caressed the other's back. "Continue being happy like that." 

Minho's mother entered the room without knocking as usual. "My sister's family is coming over for dinner this evening, clean up the house, will you?" She threw him a disgusted glare. "And for goodness sake, wear something appropriate." Minho's eyes lowered, trying his best not to start another argument he would regret later. "Such a disappointment." she spat and turned on her heel to leave, her footsteps clacking over the marble floor down the hall. 

Family dinner. Nothing but them trying to compete over all sorts of things. If not about their family itself then about ownership, an unending competition with them bragging about how successful they and their business are. Minho wouldn't attend if he was not forced to do so. Because in reality, their families despise each other. And for Minho, it wasn't any different. 

"Sister!" His aunt walked in with open arms, immediately embracing his mother and her accepting the hug with a fake smile. "I have missed you so much," she responded and gestured towards the living room. "Come on in." His aunt giggled, dragging her son and husband along. "It's been such a long time!" she exclaimed upon entering the familiar setting. Then his father entered. "Welcome everybody," he greeted while giving everyone a miserable excuse of a hug. As everybody settled on the expensive couches, his mother entered the room after having gone to the kitchen. "Dinner is served in a moment. Don't worry," she excused with a small bow, though she didn't mean it. "That's fine, sister. We can wait. We still have the entire evening after all." 

Minho's mother turned to her son with underlying intent. "Minho, why don't you take your cousin upstairs?" Her eyes widened slightly, nudging her head to the side, indicating she needed him gone. Minho simply rolled his eyes and hoisted himself from the couch, assuming his cousin would follow. This happened every time their family would come over. 

The door closed behind them and Minho walked over to the other side of the room. "Hey, cousin," the other male grinned as if to purposely annoy Minho. "Don't act like we are fucking close, you son of a bitch." Minho snarled, sending daggers to the other. "Hmm, you're right. I may not be in the right position to do so." he admitted, strolling around the room. 

"I got quite surprised the first time you hit me though,"

"And all for Jisung. Your precious Jisung," Minjun pouted, mocking Minho. Minho's eyes followed Minjun's every movement as he traced his hand over his belongings. Ending at a picture of him and Jisung. It's a picture Minho took just when Jisung turned around, holding his hand in front of the camera, not wanting to be photographed. However, his smile gave him away. Jisung's eyes held such innocence. Minho smiled at the memory. 

"Well, isn't he something special," Minjun interrupted Minho's thoughts and picked up the picture. Minho tensed, clenching his fists until they bleached. His cousin noticed, of course, rather enjoying the other's protective reaction. Minjun loved pulling at Minho's strings, for you never knew what his next move would be. He could get beaten up right then and there, but that didn't matter. Not to Minjun. 

"I'm just saying, cousin," his lips curved into a smirk. "Something might happen to him."