trouvaille : minsung ✓

chapter 20

A stage for the two of us

"Mom what feeling do you get when you get all warm and super happy?"

 "Drunk?" 

"No no, like that with another person."

 "Hm... Love?"

 Miri stood next to her mother and watched Minho and Jisung as they put on their shoes. Well actually it was more, Minho tying Jisung's shoelaces and Jisung turning bright red. Not sure if it was because of Miri (who echoed exactly what the two men were talking about at her bedside last night) or because Minho just looked so damn perfect, even as he tied his shoelaces. 

"Is love like a fever?"

 Minho chuckled at her words. 

Mrs. Han replied. "A little bit, it infects a lot of people all over the big wide world." She took her daughter's small hand in hers. 

"And sometimes the fever is quite strong without anyone being there to help you or having such a bad fever themselves for you." She bent down to her, her back protesting loudly. "

And sometimes one person even helps the other tie their shoelaces because they have such a great fever." 

Now both men had to smile. And even Minho's cheeks were picking up color.

 "We'll go, mom!" Jisung announced loudly, pulling Minho to his feet with him. Minho walked ahead and waved goodbye to the two women as he got in. Jisung stayed for a little and was crushed by his mother. "Love you, mom." She ruffled his hair with a kind look, "I love you too." "Bye Miri." Jisung grinned at his little sister. 

"Bye Jisung." And she grinned back. 

Jisung's jaw dropped. "Did you hear that?" He whipped around to his mother, who just laughed proudly. Jisung stormed off to the car. 

"Minho!!! Miri said my real name!!!" 

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 But because today was Monday, Minho couldn't stay with Jisung too long, so he just took a quick shower and then got dressed ready to leave.

 "When will you be back?" Jisung sat on the stairs and watched Minho fix his hair in the mirror. "Probably late noon." Jisung groaned dramatically. "That's too longeeee."

 Minho shook his head with a laugh. "You'll be fine." 

"You say that so easily." Jisung cried to himself, Dori stroked along his legs, but then couldn't stand it either. 

Minho held out his hand, which Jisung immediately grasped. He let himself be pulled to Minho until they were standing chest to chest. "You sure you can't do this?" Minho ran his hand through his hair. 

His question was just empty words. He didn't listen to them himself as he looked Jisung in the eye. "Hmm." Jisung put his arms on his shoulders. "Don't think so..." With a playful roll of his eyes, Minho leaned down to him and pressed his lips to his. They smiled into the kiss.