A crown or this? | minsung

🌙cold as snow

Felix was laid on his shoulder, holding his hand softly. Minho watched him fall asleep after the hour long conversation they had and slowly set him down, pulling the covers on him.

He left the room quietly and went to Jisung's room, but he wasn't there.

Minho walked around the castle, calling his name out multiple times but with no success. He then walked to the garden where his mother was buried and spotted a blond haired man in front of him. The younger turned around and watched Minho walk to him.

"I'm sorry I put my anger out on you..." Minho said and Jisung looked down.

"I'm the one who should apologize"

"I shouldn't have pushed you..."

"And I shouldn't have spoken that way to your friend...I'm..." he looked at Minho and closed his eyes after. "Sorry...I'm sorry"

"You should be apologizing to him"

"You ask too much of me" Jisung replied and Minho chuckled.

"Regardless, what are you doing here?"

"Paying my respects to your mother..." he brushed the snow that has accumulated on her stone and Minho nodded, a small smile on his lips.

"Thank you"

"It's the least I can do..." they looked at each other and jisung shivered.

"Cold?"

"Yes...I don't think I'll ever get used to it"

"We can go start a fire inside if you'd like, I'll have the cooks prepare some food, I'll present you to my people."

"Sounds lovely..."

"Great, follow me" minho lead the way and as soon as they got inside, his old friend was at the end of the corridor.

"Minho, I've heard you were back but I didn't believe it, come here" his trainer said, a cane at his side.

"It's good to see you" Minho went to hug him and Jisung watched them confused, he never hugged any of his trainers.

"Have you been getting in trouble?"

"No of course not" Minho smiled widely and turned around to nudge Jisung closer.

"It's nice to meet you" Jisung started when Minho pocked his back.

"And who is this? I haven't seen hair this blonde in twenty years" he laughed and took his hand. Jisung was taken aback but let him.

"I am-"

"A prince I see" he smiles and nods. "It's a pleasure to accommodate you here"

"The pleasure is mine"

Minho could tell he was trying to act less cold even if his face was emotionless.

"Now where are you two headed? Causing trouble are you?"

"We are going to get him warm, could you assemble some of the village? I'd love to throw a warm welcome"

"I'll go and tell them, you two enjoy each other's arms" he smirked.

"W-what?" Jisung looked at Minho.

"Well you said you're going to get him warm"

"Fire. I was talking about a fire" Minho smiled when he saw Jisung blushing and the old man walked away laughing.

"Yes yes, get him warm now, we're got guest coming"

Minho was smiling way too much and Jisung was unresponsive. The younger then turned to him, red face and wondering eyes.

"I'm freezing" he said and looks Minho up and down, calmly and quietly.

"Y-yes it's right here" they entered a room where a huge fire place was set up on one of the walls, it was quite impressive. From the carpets made of fur to the rich and clear couches, this place felt so comfortable already.

"Can I sleep here instead?" Jisung asked amazed.

"No, but you can come by anytime"

Jisung nods and looks at the couch, how warm and soft it looked. He went to it, in front of the fire and settled in quite neatly. Minho stayed where he was and his mind was spiraling quickly.

"Aren't you cold as well?" Jisung asked the older and he snapped out of his own mind.

"Barely, I'm used to this. Are you still cold my prince?"

"Just a bit, come sit here" the couch was rather small but they could sit without touching each other. Minho went to him and didn't move at all, not wanting to touch the other.

"Stop sitting there like a stone" Jisung said abruptly and Minho nervously loosened up. He didn't know what to do.

"Then how am I supposed to sit?"

"Not like a piece of icicle" his lips curled in the slightest bit, even for a second, but Minho noticed them. He almost smiled, he was so close to it but it faded before he could enjoy the pretty view.

"Come here then" he laid himself on one side and tapped his chest, signalling Jisung to lay a head on it. To his surprise, the younger bent down and buried his face deep into his chest. He was red and boiling in the face after that, but he still stayed.

"Still cold?" Minho asked, smiling so much, he couldn't help himself.

"No...thank you" Jisung mumbled against his chest and dug his small fingers into the rug above them.

"Can I...touch your hair?" Minho asked hesitant and Jisung looked up at him for a moment.

"Why do you want to?"

"W-well it looks...soft"

He could swear he felt him smile onto his neck before he nodded his head. Jisung then felt a hand go up to his head and start to play with it, twisting strands of it around his fingers. It felt good and relaxing, like his body was melting against Minho's.

"Are you sure this is alright?" He asked.

"Don't stop, please" Jisung said weakly on his neck and Minho almost lost it then and there. He was right against his neck, his breath piled up onto his pale skin.

So Minho kept going until his hand felt numb and he couldn't feel the arm he was holding holding jisung with.

But he stayed anyway.

He stayed until Jisung fell asleep on his chest and his breaths became weaker and softer. It felt unreal to have him this close to him, without a struggle whatsoever.

He felt his own eyes start to shift and close, so he didn't fight it and let himself fade to sleep.

The door opened and his trainer walked in, yet neither moved, too busy being indulged in each other's warmth.

"Well it was about time..." he said and left.