MUST'VE BEEN A DEADLY KISS

07: i was already fool at the first spark of desperation (M)

it was cold. too cold for jisung's comfort. the layers and layers of clothing couldn't hide the sharp chill running down his spine every time he took a step down the sidewalk.

eyes. there were too many eyes, too many for his own comfort. why were they always on him? scent blockers were too expensive these days. he couldn't do anything but bare with the countless stares and dark looks he came across on the regular.

he always hated this. he hated feeling small and vulnerable— with nothing to protect him.

it was unfortunate. but he could do nothing as he is just a mere, unmarked omega, presented in the streets as prey for all.

'scared' was an understatement.

it was finally so warm when jisung pushed open the door to his flat. home was always so welcoming. he was greeted sweetly with a nice rush of warm air. it caressed his face so dearly that he wished he could stay in the feeling forever.

he kicked off his shoes and set them neatly against the shoe rack. he finally took of all the bundles and bundles of clothing and let out a great sigh in relief.

it hit him in another instant. his nostrils are filled with a delightful goodness and his legs moved on autopilot. he stepped away from the front door with socked feet walking against the cold floor, a stride in his steps. it was tired. it was unusual.

when jisung barely peered from behind the wall, his eyes jumped when a sound called out to him first.

"angel," the voice called, laced with a smile. "you're back."

minho originally stood behind the island with a clove of garlic in his hand. now, he had disregarded it and made his way over to jisung, who still stood frozen in his place with that same, unchanging blankness.

the kiss on his cheek was warm and the arms that went around his waist were nice, always comforting.

"i made dinner. started preparing it just half an hour ago so it'd be warm by the time you've returned," minho ran a hand through jisung's dyed locks with much love. he cradled the younger boy right to his chest, in need of his physical touch. "you came earlier than expected."

"wow, it smells... amazing. thanks, min." jisung looked up through minho's hold, a strangely synthetic smile on his face. even to his own self, it felt unfamiliar.

"mhm." minho hummed, not giving it much thought. "you should go wash up now so you're comfortable. it's sickly cold outside and your nose looks like it's about to freeze off." the taller booped his nose, kissed a pretty pink.

"oh..." jisung all but laughed sheepishly as he unconsciously brought a hand up to the tip of his nose. it was indeed, cold and stinging.

"yeah. but don't take awhile, okay? i'm almost finished."

minho left his side after another kiss to the other's hair. the omega's eyes followed his boyfriend. a smile lingered on his handsome features and he got back to cooking. jisung only stared. he took in the flavors of whatever minho was cooking in the pot. the television playing in the background and the low hum that rumbled in the base of minho's throat.

it was home. it was comfort.

but just for some reason, the anxiousness had already caused him to drown, slowly but surely, painfully. he could almost barely feel the warmth of home anymore.