The Mannequin - Minsung

sixty-three

Jisung opens his eyes. They're tearful. "Minho..." He whispers.

Minho's barely awake. He was up late. Working. But he slips out of bed immediately. He's deeply concerned. "What's wrong, Jisung?"

The mannequin stands. A big smile lights up his face. He runs to Minho. Hugs him tightly. It's almost like before...

Jisung kisses his cheek. Then his lips too.

Minho's heart is drumming. He gently kisses him back.

"Hi," Jisung says. Timidly. After he pulls away.

"Hey..." Minho answers. He's hopeful. Waiting.

Did Jisung remember something?

"What's wrong?" Jisung asks.

Minho smiles. "Nothing. How are you this morning?"

Jisung giggles. Kisses Minho again. And again.

Minho's more than happy to receive the kisses.

"I'm really good. I feel so good."

"That's great, Jisung. Is there a reason?"

"Reason?" Jisung says. Tilts his head cutely. "I don't know. I'm just happy to see you. Because I love you." Then his eyes widen.

He stares at Minho. Gasps. "I love you!"

Minho's startled. Jisung's bouncing. Hugging him more. Tightly. Laughing. "I love you! I love you, Minho! I'm happy because I love you!"

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The tears come back. Each day. Right before Jisung has to turn into a mannequin. He doesn't know why he's crying. His answer is always — because I love you so much, Minho!

Minho tries to comfort him. He tells him he loves him too.

He's afraid of how Jisung will act... If he gets his memories of him.

But the progress is good. Jisung's alive for longer. He gets to eat more. He's excited about baths. Scented soaps. Lotions. Clothes. Cooking.

He pokes Minho for books. His eyes go to the ones he read before. He says he feels he knows them.

Minho promises him. Soon. When he remembers more.

Jisung's now completely accepted it. That Minho's telling the truth. He behaves more freely. It's wonderful.

But it also makes Minho worry. Because he sees Jisung suddenly tear up. From whatever emotions he feels.

Minho gives him a kiss every time. He lets Jisung sit in his chair. Then he steps back sadly. Watches Jisung's hard form.

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Jisung smells like peaches. He's cuddled up beside Minho.

Minho pecks his head. It makes Jisung glance up. Smile.

"Baby," Minho says. "Do you find yourself... feeling tired at all?"

Shouldn't it happen? Jisung must start needing sleep. Because it's not quite sleep when he's a mannequin.

All the hours he's been awake so far... he should need sleep by now.

Jisung thinks. Hums to himself. "Tired?"

"Don't you want to close your eyes and rest?"

"B-But we haven't kissed..."

Minho chuckles. So he doesn't understand yet.

He gives Jisung a kiss. 

Jisung's eyes widen. Shine. His hands reach for Minho's shirt. He grips it. Lowers his gaze to Minho's lips.

He always looks so pretty. Adorable. When he wants some love.

Minho cannot even think of denying him. Nor does he want to.

He captures his lips. Feels how Jisung melts into him. Instantly. It's like home: His lips. His scent. Warmth. His body. The way he's reacting.

Jisung shudders. Moans quietly. Pleased? Surprised?

Minho realizes then. It's because of him. He's slipped past his plump lips. To seek the familiar taste. Of his mouth.

He pulls away. Gently strokes Jisung's back.

"Sorry," Minho says. "I didn't notice... what I was doing..."

Jisung's eyelids open. Minho has remained close to him. He's holing up his chin. Feeling his warm breath. He can see Jisung's beautiful lashes... the pupils in his dark eyes...

"Can you... do more?" Jisung says.

Then he moves up. Pulls himself over Minho's legs.

Minho holds him. Lets Jisung settle the same way. Like he always did.

Minho has to look up now. Jisung's fingers are on his face. 

Minho can see that... Jisung's feeling the familiarity... about this...

"I... I want more..." Jisung says. "Can I... please?"

To be continued...

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