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LAST CHAPTER WOWWWW- I'm so sad 💔

[yes, this was short but that was expected]

Minho absolutely never questioned Jisung's love for him, he showed it everyday.

There were points where Jisung was overly clingy but he wouldn't have it any other way. This was the norm and Minho was used it, he loved it matter of fact. Without him around he was sure he'd get bored or just miss him greatly.

"Sweetie, I can't cook like this." He laughed quietly, trying his best to stir the stew pot in front of him.

Jisung was attached to Minho's back, looking over his shoulder at what he was doing, eyes half lidded like he was starting to fall asleep.

"Why? You've been doing just fine for the past twenty minutes." He shrugged, dropping his head lower to press a kiss to his neck.

Jisung felt a lot of things but mostly he felt content. He was happy that Minho was able to put his trust back in him over time and just give him another chance in general.

"I know but some things are out of my reach because of you." 

Minho flicked his forehead, wiggling out of his grip the moment he loosened up. "Just give me five minutes." He didn't wait for a response and instead started to move around freely like he'd been waiting to do.

"Hurry up then. I'm dying over here." Jisung pretended to pass out, dramatically falling against the counter.

He smiled at the sound of Minho's laughter, easily distinguishable from the loud chatter coming from the living room.

In a spur of the moment, Minho had called the whole group over for dinner. He and Jisung had felt like spending time with everyone and dinner was the best way to do it.

"Oh fuck- Jisung?" Minho sighed, laying the wooden spoon against the side of the pan. He had knocked into the cutting board, a carrot rolling off and dropping onto the floor. "Jisung, can you get that please?"

He grabbed the spoon again and continued what he was doing before. If he didn't mix continuously then the soup would burn and Minho couldn't have that when there was a room full of hungry people.

Jisung walked over with no hesitation, kneeling over to grab it but then dropping to his knees when he couldn't reach. It would have been easy but Minho didn't want to move so the demon kind of had to weave between his legs.

When Jisung finally grabbed the carrot, he looked up at Minho and jokingly pretended to stab him with it. "Why're you so clumsy?"

Minho scoffed, pushing his shoulder in annoyance. "Shut up." Jisung lost his balance momentarily, grabbing onto the human's thigh to stabilize himself.

And of course in that awkward position was when Chan decided to walk in.

"Hey, Min?..." 

Chan peaked his head into the kitchen, eyes looking between Jisung and Minho. "Oh? Am I interrupting something?" He debated just turning around and leaving but they were already making eye contact so now he felt like he couldn't leave.

"Duh. Now leave.. goodbye Chan- Ow!" Minho reached down and slapped Jisung on the back of his head, going the extra mile to actually push him before making his way to the older.