A crown or this? | minsung

🌙northern party

Jisung woke up first, opening his eyes and batting his blond lashes slowly. He felt so warm and comfortable, but when he rose his head he remembered where he was. Wether he tried to deny it or not, this felt incredible.

He didn't want to wake him so he stayed there until Minho started to move.

"When is the party?" Jisung asked.

"At sun down...we still have a few hours before that"

"What do you plan on doing then?" He curled his fingers on Minho's chest, they had never been this close before, even if their was a blanket between them.

"You're..." he paused for a brief moment. "You're so warm" he mumbled and stayed exactly where he was.

"Were you expecting me to be as cold as my face?"

"Not really, I'm surprised you let me this close"

"It's only because I was cold..." he defends and Minho smiled.

"I thought you said you weren't cold anymore" he smirked.

"Oh shut up..." he said but stayed there, curled in his arms. "But in all seriousness, what do we do in the mean time?"

"I could give you a tour of the castle, present you to some people, we could train...or we could stay here" he held his waist and Jisung blushed.

"It's not very productive"

"I know...but you're stuck now" he wrapped his arms around him and prevented him from getting up. Jisung didn't fight it and stayed, wanting to smile so badly.

"Alright Ill stay until the party" he sarcastically rolled his eyes and Minho chuckled, he wasn't planning on letting him go any time soon.

"I'll get you some new clothes after as well, the ones you have are too thin.."

Just as he said that, Jisung's shirt fell down his shoulder slowly, exposing him. He has already seen his whole chest before, but it felt more intimate this time.

"Too Thin...? Or too distracting?" jisung let the other side fall as well, his whole collarbone showing, tanned and sun kissed skin. Minho swallowed quickly and watched him, was he doing it on purpose?

"Both"

"Then I should really get change..." he got up slowly and took his time with it, not once letting his eyes leave his gaze. Before he could get off, Minho held his hips in place.

"Should I help you take it off then?"

Jisung blushed and stayed on his lap.

"O-of course, thank you"

Minho's hands went to his back and undid the laces that held it together. The fabric slid off his body slowly and Minho pulled it above his head. He was now shirtless and almost pressed against his body. Things had shifted between them.

"This feels..." he couldn't describe it, neither could Minho in that moment.

"Close..."

"Yes, I don't often let people so close" Jisung looked down but Minho pulled his chin back up.

"Would you let me if I touch you?"

Jisung watched his pretty gaze, soft lips and nodded hesitantly. Minho let his hands up his back and started to massage him, shoulders and all. Jisung moaned quietly and laid his head on his shoulder calmly, his whole body relaxing.

"Are you comfortable with this?"

Jisung moaned as a reply and only stuck more to him, right next to his ear. While he laid there, he looked at a painting across the room, it was a lady with dark black hair and a beautiful smile, just like Minho had.

"That painting over the fire, is it your mother?" Jisung asked.

"Yes...I miss her so much"

"I've heard of what happened when I was young, but I'm afraid I was too young to understand it at the time...how was she?"

"I'm not sure I can remember much...but her skin was soft and her voice was tender and filled with warmth. She loved to sing me some songs and cuddle me close...I guess all I have are those memories"

"I'm sorry for your loss Minho" he pulled away so they could look at each other.

"It's the cost of war...and she paid the ultimate price."

"Yes I know...my...sister paid it as well, she never deserved this." He looked away and looked like he was drowning in his own head.

"Tell me about her" Minho smiled and laid comfortably.

"She was named after her grandmother, Rose-Marie, but I called her rose...we used to play in the gardens when we were so young. She was the fighter and I was the thinker. Together we did all sort of devious things...she always took the blame for it though, she insisted on it" their was so much light in his eyes when he spoke of her.

"She sounds lovely..."

"She was...she had told me one day by the gardens...the day before her death, she said that if she were to die...that she be buried in white roses. I didn't understand at the time why she would even think that, but the next morning I saw it with my own eyes. She was..." Jisung stared blankly and didn't move.

"Jisung...have you cried since she left us?"

"Not once..." jisung had dry eyes. "I cared so much about her...it's so frustrating, to not be able to cry about this. To stare blankly as she looked at me the same, dead...part of me died that day with her and the other half was already dead..." he said and took Minho's hand. "But then you came along..." he whispered, barely audible, but Minho took every word to heart.

"I'm sure she's proud of you..."

"Oh please...she would kick my ass for letting you win that sword fight"

Minho smiled widely and let a chuckle out.

"When was the last time you cried...?"

Jisung looked up, thinking deeply about it and he could barely remember.

"Years ago..."

"How is that even possible...?"

"I cried a long time ago, until I had nothing left in me but a broken soul. I haven't cried since. I've run out of tears" he shrugs as if it was nothing.

"I'll make you cry one day, I'll make you so happy that you shed tears. I promise you."

"Why does it matter if I do or don't?"

Minho took his waist and smiled.

"Because I care about you..."

They heard the bells ringing and saw the sun start to go down.

"Let's go get ready"

"After you"