trouvaille : minsung ✓

chapter 18

I'll keep you safe

As an adult person, weekends are like a little paradise. When you don't have to work. Being able to do whatever you want all day without anyone interfering with you. And the best thing was when you have your person, you know, your person next to you. No matter when the person who was just always there. 

In the meantime, months had passed in which the two shared their home.

 And today. On this sunny Saturday. Today Minho decided that the two of them would go shopping. But not just anywhere. They would go shopping for little Jisung. And because Minho is Minho, he secretly spent weeks picking out places that sold the things they needed. 

Jisung was stressed. He always was, actually. It was his basic mood. He didn't like to talk about it, to be honest, he never did.

 And on top of that, switching was just a stopgap measure for him. Jisung never seemed comfortable enough to let loose. And after Minho carefully brought this up at the kitchen table and Jisung agreed that he wanted to explore more in the little world, it was a done deal. 

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The two sat in Minho's car, a podcast about different kinds of flowers playing in the background. Jisung daydreamed to himself, his cheek pressed against the window. Sheep clouds bounced across the blue sky. It had finally become warm outside. Summer was approaching. 

Minho had one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gearshift.Not because he had to shift gears, but because Jisung's was resting on his. A smile played around his lips. 

After half an hour of driving on the highway, they reached a small town. They traveled over the cobblestones of the main street, passing old-fashioned houses. They passed a bakery, which smelled delicious and a lot of people sat inside and seemed to be talking. Minho stopped the car. "Shall we?" The two got out of the car.

 Hand in hand, they walked across the marketplace, strolling past the tents where people sold their apples and pears, homegrown honey, candles, or handmade crocheted towels. 

Jisung's orange sunglasses had slid down his nose as he bent over a booth selling candles. Minho watched him smell and comment on each one.

 In the end, with big rounds of puppy dog eyes, he begged him for an "apple and cinnamon" candle.

 "Thanks Min." But the kiss on the cheek and a happy jisung were worth it. Minho knew how effeminate he was. The Man by his hand pulled him from stand to stand, delighting in small details and chatting with the older saleswomen with a bright smile. 

"Boy, but you've got some nice sunscreen on, though, don't you?" The woman at the honey stand wiped her hands on a cloth. 

"Not that you'll get sunburned." Jisung nodded hastily and Minho laughed. "I had to remind him three times." 

The woman laughed, too. "Sometimes we're like that aren't we? You always look out for your partners no?"

 Minho nodded as well. "Sometimes I feel like a mother," he said. Well, in their relationship, I guess it wasn't much of a miracle.