Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 29

Warning ⚠️: a disgusting amount of fluff ahead

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"Where are we going?" Jisung asked, excited at the prospect of his first date with... well, anyone, but especially since it was Minho.

His mind kept replaying the moment when they rolled over to gaze at each other in the morning's sunny glow. Minho's hand had reached up and brushed down the side of the younger's face while they enjoyed the trance they laid in, as if he couldn't believe it wasn't all a dream.

"Would you let me take you on a date today?" Minho said, his morning voice making Jisung dramatically throw his head back as if it was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard. When he brought his head back, he looked into the older's eyes and smiled, nodding before moving in closer to bury his face into the other's chest.

And then they were in one of the black SUVs from the garage, driving into Seoul without Jisung knowing the destination. Minho only chuckled in response. "I have a few places in mind. Is it alright if we stay out for most of the day?"

Jisung excitedly bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, but only if you understand that I will need at least three days without social interaction outside of the house to recuperate."

"I like that you tell me what you want and need. Please, don't ever stop doing that." Minho said, his wide smile almost beginning to hurt his cheeks. He felt like there was very little guesswork, because Jisung was putting in a lot of effort to be as honest and communicable as he could. The younger could adapt to just about any situation thrown his way, and this was no different.

The car ride was sweet, comfortable, and mostly quiet as they both just enjoyed each others' presence and anticipation for the day ahead. When Minho finally parked the car, they situated their black face masks as the younger realized they were in front of a large, two-story music shop called Back Door. Jisung's smile dropped and his eyes widened with both shock and excitement.

"No way. I've literally always wanted to come here." He said, quickly jumping out of the car to stare up at the building before looking back to Minho.

As the older joined him, he asked, "What stopped you?"

"Oh. Um... a physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive stepfather with an ironic tendency to be too territorial to let me out of his sight unless it was to go make him money." Jisung responded, nodding as if he was explaining a simple math problem to the older.

"Right... I really need to take care of him." The older tilted his head, looking off to the side with a thoughtful, yet devious, glaze in his eyes.

Jisung giggled and scrunched his nose, just in time for Minho to glance back and see the adorable sight. The younger grabbed the other's hand, lacing their fingers together as if they were never supposed to be apart in the first place, and pulled him into the store.

Jisung hopped between pianos and guitars, testing them and playing tidbits of songs on each. As Minho watched, he realized he had evidently zoned out in somewhat of a daze. His feelings for the boy in front of him were moving much faster than his brain was prepared to keep up with.

He stared as the boy played the piano- his blue hair hanging down as his eyes closed, so his body could feel the music while playing each key. He looked so lost in it, that Minho could have sworn he was actually a painter. This was art. 

And it's beautiful.

Jisung's brushstrokes were the slender fingers sliding between black and white pieces. His paint was the pedal that controlled the tones and their effects of the overall sound wafting through the air like a calming breeze. His canvas was the serene voice that left his small body, drawing others in to see what was being created.