Swipe right to find Mr. Right | Minsung

TEN

Minho awoke to the sound of his alarm clock on the nightstand. He rolled over and flipped it off before it woke up Jisung.

He glanced over at his sleeping form, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before paddling down the hall barefoot.

Grabbing the coffee tin out of the cupboard, he started the coffee maker before going to the fridge to get eggs, cheese, mushrooms, and milk to make his special omelette for Jisung.

This was the first time he had ever cooked for someone. So he made sure to give his best and serve Jisung a delicious meal.

In another corner of the house...

Jisung awoke to the harsh light hitting his eyes. He rolled over, expecting to make eye contact with Minho's warm body, to protect him from the offending light. But he found cold sheets instead.

Sitting up, he looked around the room.

He panicked a little when he noticed that Minho's clothes were gone. It was only then that the door opened, revealing him carrying a tray of food. "Hey sleepyhead," he said with a smile.

Jisung furrowed his brows, confused. "Morning. What's all this?" The tray was set down on the bedside cabinet, and Minho climbed on the bed next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"This is me serving my prince a breakfast in bed. Don't worry too much about getting crumbs everywhere. I'll tidy it up later."

Jisung blushed. "Y-You didn't have to go through all this trouble in the morning just for me..." Still awestruck, he smiled at him. 

"Thank you," he added as he leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek. 

A beautiful smile graced his face as Minho set the tray in front of him.

Jisung sliced off a piece of omelette and fed it to him happily.

"This is supposed to be for you, Jisung," he laughed.

"I'm willing to share," he replied coyly.

After finishing the meal and a few conversations, Jisung took his leave and went back home to get ready for work.

He didn't want to come in late again because he was sure he'd receive endless questions from his annoying friend, Hyunjin.

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Jisung sighed heavily as he continued to wash the never ending pile of dishes. Mountains upon mountains of disgusting silverware, filthy and crusty plates.

And couldn't these people stack them correctly? Why make a tower of dishes with a tiny cup on the bottom and a large bowl on top?

He sighed once again. That was the 10th time for today.

He really couldn't help it. There was so much going on in his mind. He'd been thinking of Minho all day which gave him a hard time to concentrate on his job.

He sighed once again. Damn, if this was a drinking game of 'take a shot whenever you sigh' he'd probably be drunk right now.

Ever since he left Minho's house, he couldn't help but think that their relationship was kind of weird. Sure, they kiss and do lovey-dovey things from time to time, but they haven't really made it official yet.

He'd been wanting to discuss this concern of his with Minho, but he just didn't have the guts to do so.

"Hey!" Jisung blinked, suppressing an annoyed groan as he looked over his shoulder to where he heard the source of the voice.

Suddenly, he was smacked with something wet, gross smelling, and oddly shaped, hooting laughter heard soon after.

He let out a groan and peeled whatever was on his face, nearly yelling with disgust as he was holding what appeared to be a rotten, slimy, and wet banana peel.

"Eww! Why the fuck—" He cried, throwing the trash in the garbage and frantically trying to clean his face off with a dirty rag that was nearby, but that was a mistake.

Feeling something smear against his skin, he took the rag off and touched his skin, picking up a thick liquid. Looking at his finger, he realized it was a mixture of duck sauce and soy sauce.

"Hyunjin!" He yelled in annoyance. But he couldn't really get mad at his friend since he was used to his crazy shenanigans at work.

"I got you good there!" The taller male laughed as he wiped a tear away from his eye. "By the way, that same guy is here again. He said he wants to see you," he added with a smirk.

With that being said, Jisung quickly cleaned himself up. He certainly couldn't go out there and face Minho, smelling like sauce.

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The two of them talked for a while—thankfully, not much customers came around this time. Everything was going so well until Hyunjin decided to chime in and ask about their relationship status.

"So are you guys seeing each other?"

Minho looked at him questioningly. "I'm sorry but who are you?"

"I'm Hyunjin. Jisung's friend. But that's not important as of the moment. So what's the answer to my first question?"

"Well, we usually hang out together," came Minho's short reply.

"Oh no, what I do mean is are you guys officially dating?"

"What?" Jisung replied. It was at this moment that he was already blushing. Nobody had asked them this before and honestly, he wanted to hear out Minho's answer first.

" Well..." He started to reply but then Minho ended his response.

"No, we aren't. Why do you ask?"

Jisung's heart sank, he knew it was true—they weren't officially dating, but he was hoping Minho would say yes.

Weren't their dinner dates enough to say they were officially dating? Weren't his actions enough to show his affections?

Maybe he was the only one thinking too much of their relationship.

His insecurities started eating him little by little. He knew things were going too smoothly—too good to be true.

✎ To be continued...

A slightly longer chapter as a compensation for months of not updating this story. See you guys again in three months :D