Art Gallery ~ minsung

10th August

Jisung's POV

"But we had no dinner yesterday!"

My day had started with the sunlight entering the window, and Minho right in front of me, sleeping, with the T-shirt I lent him and his forearm resting on my waist. I ended up completely ignoring the sunlight growing outside and stared at him for minutes, minutes, minutes. 

Suddenly he woke up, giving me the most beautiful smile ever. I placed a small peck on his lips and we ended up starting a little cute conversation, constantly sliding closer into the loose embrace that kept us connected all night.

"I know, but I'll be late for work. I can't stay for breakfast, even if I want to." 

The big pout I had on my lips was covered once again by his, given that our faces were now laying at less than ten centimeters away from each other. I could see the extraordinary brown of his irises up close, which was even more tempting to fall into. 

"Not even if I say please?" I begged, trying to sound as cute as possible, slightly squeezing his arm between my fingers.

He chuckled. "No, not even if you say please, unless you go and tell everyone at the office that you wanted me to stay for breakfast and that's why I was late."

I widened my eyes, suddenly gaining all the energy I needed for the rest of the day. "Sure! Let me get dressed-" I started as I sat up.

"Dumbass." Minho's hand pushed right in the middle of my chest, making me fall back into the bedsheets. "We cannot tell them yet." He smiled, but his face soon assumed once again that lost-in-thought expression he often had when he stared at me, with that subtle relaxed smile and his eyes slightly squinting. 

Those were the moments I loved him the most, when he looked at me with that one expression, with those loving eyes that couldn't help but keep telling me what passed through his mind. I stared at him, taking in all his features before completely turning towards him and diving deeper into the embrace, aiming immediately to kiss his lips. 

We were still affected by what happened the day before, all that paint, seeing for the first time part of each other's bodies. It was more of something fun to do together, but we knew it wasn't just that. We had a tension, and we soon needed to release it. 

"Wait, wait, wait a minute." He suddenly said, backing away just a little bit and holding my cheeks between his hands. He stared at me with furrowed eyebrows, slightly lowering his head. He was looking for something inside my eyes, intently. "Look in front of you for a second."

I questioned whatever he was doing. Thinking I may have had an eyelash in my eye, I did as he demanded. But what he affirmed five seconds later was completely different from what I imagined.

"Your eyes are actually brown!"

"What?" I muttered and thought that this man really could be something when he wanted.

"Yeah! They are! I've always thought they were black!" He exclaimed all excited, with the prettiest of smiles on his lips as he brought his head to my level once again. 

"Minho, no one has black eyes." I chuckled.

"I thought you did." He admitted, and was so cute as he said that.

I shook my head with a smile and then lost myself once again in his gaze. I would never find something else that could make me feel as delighted and destroyed at the same time as his eyes did. 

"They are beautiful anyway. Black or brown, they are expressive. That's why I love them so much."

"Oh, you love them?"