MUST'VE BEEN A DEADLY KISS

08: all i'm thinking about is you

"jisungie, you're spacing out again," seungmin mutters nonchalantly from behind the counter. he is currently immersed in putting together an assortment of this season's flowers.

"oh... am i?" jisung barely whispers to himself, too busy to even notice he has been sweeping the same spot on the floor for a good minute.

seungmin sighs. he perfects the bouquet before patting his hands down onto his apron. "want to talk about it?"

"about what, specifically?" jisung turns to look at him and covers up with a small smile. he continues to actually clean this time, sweeping some dry leaves and wilted petals into a dustpan.

"i know you," the omega from behind the counter says. jisung hums, not thinking too much about what speculations his friend could be having at the moment.

it had been about two weeks since his heat. two weeks, too fast. jisung still can't live down the embarrassment of his surprise heat coming down into a normal cycle again. it wasn't the worst thing that has ever happened, since it only lasted a few days. yet, he still had gone through days filled with that constant, burning desire. days with minho.

it didn't go as horrible as jisung truly thought it would. minho did help him after all, resulting in something like a pain subsided heat. the only painful thing of it all was having to internally suffer being stuck in a room with his ex for a long period of time.

jisung thought there'd be some uncomfortable tension, especially because of how they had ended up months ago. fortunately and to his surprise, it was tolerable. they made small talk and both knew they preferred not to bring up the elephant in the room in their current situation.

minho took care of him well— like he remembered. he fed him, cleaned him, and most obviously, helped him ride out his heat. it made something curl in jisung's stomach. while though heat cycles were always, mainly intimate for him, it was like minho was just a mere stranger who did his part. it didn't feel right. it shouldn't have felt right.

days later when jisung had concluded that his heat has lost its spark entirely, minho had made sure he was taken care of before he would finally leave him to be by himself for the first time in a while. he brought him food from the market downstairs and bought him a change of clothes. he did so, because it was the least he could do in this no-strings-attached arrangement.

and then, when minho walked out of the hotel room, half-smelled of a sickly sweet peach and the faintest of all that sex, they had both still kept their mouths shut about that kiss.

"mm, you do," jisung finally responds to seungmin who watches him with hawk eyes. he continues to work with a hum, choosing to ignore that his own co-worker had noticed his lightness over the past few days.

"i chose not to talk about this until now, but," seungmin crosses his arms, tilting his head with a cocked up eyebrow. jisung stares at him innocently.

the omega behind the counter sighs. "when you walked into work weeks ago, you looked like you had mustered the sun's energy. you were glowing,"

"and?"

"and," seungmin raises his pointer up, ready to add on to his point. "and so, what i am trying to say is, there is something going on in your life that's leading up to this... strangeness," he waves his hand around as he is unsure what it is.

"oh, just tell me, minnie," jisung laughs lightly, cooing when seungmin shoots him a scowl. "tell me why you think i've become the way i am today.

"you're seeing someone." seungmin deadpans.

jisung blinks. "that's... what you got from all of this?"

"it's painfully obvious," the puppy-like male groans, leaning against the counter. "the way you randomly smile at some literal inanimate object and how you just... daydream off into space. tell me i'm right."