The Mannequin - Minsung

seventy-six

Minho opens his eyes. He sees the blue of Jisung's shirt. He clung to Jisung throughout the whole night.

He moves back. Gently. Jisung moves too. Smiles down at him.

"Oh, good morning, Minho..."

"M-Morning," he answers. He sits up. Looks at the time. It's barely six.

"H-How long have you been up?"

"Mmm... I don't know..." Jisung holds up his arm. Pouts.

"Can you take this off? Please?"

"Oh, of course..." Minho gets the key from his drawer. Removes the handcuff from Jisung. He kisses his wrist. Then his lips.

"Thanks..." Jisung yawns. Stands up. Takes a long inhale.

Minho is a bit worried. "Are you... okay?"

Jisung turns to him. Smiles. "I'm fine." He breathes deeply again. Closes his eyes. Opens them. Shakes his head. "I will be. Don't worry."

- - -

- - - - - -

Minho can't stop worrying. Jisung sniffles throughout the day. Quietly. He starts crying suddenly, too.

And it hurts. To see him like that.

Minho contacts Mrs. Hwang. Apologizes for the lack of visits. He tells her about how Jisung's been doing lately.

She agrees with him: It's best to watch him for now. If Jisung's bursting into quiet tears... that can affect Grandma Hwang too.

- - -

- - - - - -

"Sungie... Do you want to read? Or do you want to watch TV?"

Jisung grabs one of his comics. Sits on the couch. Folds his legs.

"I'll read. So you can work without distractions."

Minho's brought his materials. To the coffee table again. He sits on the floor. Wants to have an eye on Jisung.

Minho pecks Jisung's cheek. Starts working.

He glances at Jisung every few minutes. To check. That he's not crying. Not staring off. Not upset.

Jisung reads with interest. His lips are pouting. His eyes are serious.

It's a comic that has some adult scenes. But Minho has let that go now. He's not shielding Jisung from such things anymore.

After some time... Minho finishes a few sketches. Colors a drawing. For a cover. Then turns to look at Jisung.

Jisung is sideways. His head's on the armrest. His eyes are staring. Tearfully. They're staring far off. The comic book's in his lap.

"Jisung?" He says. Touches his knee.

Jisung blinks up. Sits up. Looks at him. Wipes his tears. But they gather again. Too quickly. His eyes get red.

Minho takes the book. Gently pulls him close.

"What's the matter? What are you thinking about?"

Jisung snuggles into his embrace. Into his neck. He sighs.

"Are you okay?" Minho asks. He's too worried.

"Yeah..." Jisung answers. His voice is quiet. "Thank you..."

"F-For what?"

"Hugging me..."

Minho's heart pangs. "You can always tell me when you need a hug. Or a kiss. Do you want me to kiss you too?"

Jisung lets out a giggle. Minho smiles. Gently moves him. Looks into his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he says. Sincerely. "I love you."

Jisung appears startled. From his sudden words. Then he's instantly shy. Smiling more. His cheeks are turning pink.

Minho chuckles at the adorable expression. He pecks his lips. Then captures them. Kisses him softly.

Jisung reciprocates. His hands are on Minho's cheeks. The kisses are full of love. Care. Minho yearns for more. Of his warmth. His taste.

They haven't shared a kiss like this... since Jisung got sick. Since his memories got worse...

Minho parts. His heart's racing.

Jisung looks even more beautiful. He's panting. His lips look enticing. 

Minho tilts his head. Their noses are touching. He glances into his eyes. Makes sure he's okay. Then he kisses him again. More passionately.

He'll never get enough... of how Jisung's tongue feels. Or the heat of his mouth. Those little sounds he makes. His fingers curl. Into Minho's shirt.

Minho moans. Pulls his waist closer. He slides a hand up his back.

Jisung has to pull away. To breathe. 

Minho sucks on his warm neck. Groans into it. He wants him. So badly. He gets hard just holding him.

Minho gasps. Separates. He realizes. He hasn't been kissing Jisung like this... because he couldn't go escaping to the bathroom.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." He whispers. Carefully moves Jisung. So there's more space. Between their bodies.

Jisung removes his hands. "I love you..." He says. A plea.

"Me too. I love you," Minho reassures. "I just thought..." He gulps. Breathes in. "I should stop. I can't... leave you even for a moment."

"To go to the bathroom?" Jisung says. His eyes dart to Minho's crotch.

Minho feels hot. He's red from the embarrassment. "Y-Yeah."

Jisung smiles. "Okay. You can go... if you want."

"N-No. I'll just..." He clears his throat. Shifts. Sits on the floor again. "I'll just work. I'll finish this..."

He's lucky it's just scenery. Not some adult scenes.

"Okay," Jisung says. He lays his head on the armrest.

"You can sleep if you need to. I'll be right here."

To be continued...

GAE GAE GAE GAE GAE GAE GAE GAE