The Mannequin - Minsung

one hundred

Minho spends a precious hour with Jisung. He had promised. To go through the pictures and videos with him. Of the kids in Felix's daycare.

"Owh..." Jisung pulls his phone close. Blinks poutily at the screen. "They're sooo small and cute!"

Minho chuckles. "They were smaller last time I saw them."

He plays another video. Hana's trying to explain something to Felix. She pauses between words. Stammers to get them right. Points to Minho.

"But... Uncle Minho said I can have a cookie..."

"Okay, but I said you can't, Hana. I'm sorry."

"Just give her another cookie, Felix."

"Uncle..." Jisung giggles. "Did she really eat six cookies?"

Minho laughs. "She's a very smart girl. She kept telling me Ren took them from her, so I just kept giving her more. Ren was sitting right beside me and there wasn't a single crumb on his face..."

Jisung laughs loudly. Gleefully. He hugs Minho's arm. Sets his cheek on his shoulder. Then he grows quiet.

"Maybe I can meet them..." He murmurs. "Someday..."

"Maybe? No, you will  meet them."

Jisung looks at him cutely. His eyes smile. "Okay..."

Minho kisses his forehead.

"But first!" Jisung suddenly gets to his feet. "I need to learn how to lift heavier objects! With magic!"

"Maybe not today, okay? I've got a lot of work to finish..."

"Oh..." Jisung sits back down. "Okay, I won't then."

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Minho receives a message. He reads it quickly. Responds. Finally gets up from his desk. Jisung had just seen the Hwangs yesterday. What do they want him so soon for?

Minho looks around. Moves to the bedroom.

"Jisung, are you— oh, hi."

"Hi, Minho! Are you done working?"

Jisung's on the bed. Sprawled on his stomach.

He's wearing his favorite blue pajamas.

Nothing is floating. There aren't any massive sheets of pages. With explicit drawings. He's just reading a book.

Minho sees the page he's on and mentally groans.

The page displays a man giving his partner a blowjob.

"What's the matter?" Jisung says. Sits up. Closes the book. Crawls closer. "Are you hungry? Do you need to go somewhere?"

"Oh, no. I don't need anything, but Mrs. Hwang just messaged. She says she's coming to pick you up?"

Jisung scrambles out of bed.

"Oh no! Where's my phone? Am I late?!"

"If she's coming to pick you up now, you're probably fine..."

Jisung has found his phone. He squeals. Hurries to the closet.

"Um, where are you going?" Minho asks. "What's this for?"

"Mama Hwang said it's a surprise! Maybe she got me a car!"

Minho chuckles. "You don't have a license."

"Not yet!" Jisung says. He checks his phone again. "Oh, Hyunjin says Kkami is pooping now! Should I get him a present to celebrate the end of his constipation?"

Minho laughs. "No, I think you should stop talking about Kkami's poop, Jisung... No wonder why he gets vicious around you."

"I don't! Hyunjin— Hyunjin talked about it first!"

Jisung has undressed. He's blindly dressing himself. 

Minho steps to help him. Jisung's trying to pull his shirt on. But it's backwards. Minho turns it the right way. Then stops Jisung again.

"Wait, your pants." Minho zips them up. Buttons them. His banana underwear is now out of view. "There you go."

"Thanks." Jisung giggles. His eyes are sparkling. His cheeks are flushed. "Sorry, I'm just so happy!"

"I can see that." Minho brushes his hair down. Kisses his lips tenderly. "Do you want me to wait for Mrs. Hwang with you?"

"It's okay! Don't bother! Besides, don't you still have work to do, Minho? I can go down by myself!"

"Oh, okay. Have a good time then."

Jisung hugs Minho tightly. Kisses his lips. Then skips away.

"Bye, Minho! I love you so much!"

"Take care. I love you, t—"

The door closes. And Minho is left sighing.

To be continued...