Always is a Promise {Minsung}

Chapter 6

"JISUNG!" A voice called.

Jisung scrambled to wake up, sitting up in bed. He looked up as he heartbeat from the sudden disruption, a hand going over his heart as he calmed down.

"Minho! What the fuck!" He exclaimed.

Minho smiled brightly. "Good morning! I made you breakfast!" He held out a plate.

Jisung looked at it with caution, taking it away from his slowly. "Thanks... I guess this makes up for scaring me half to death."

Minho nodded, climbing into bed next to him. "So..." he cuddled into his side. "Seungmin and Hyunjin are out on a date right now, and Changbin is shopping for stuff for Jeongin. And then Jeongin is in the other room just sleeping. So it's basically just us alone."

"Sounds terrifying," Jisung said right before shoving an unholy amount of food into his mouth.

Minho gently grabbed his arm, running his hand up and down, tracing his skin with his fingers. He stopped, finding himself stuck staring at a light red mark, a mark that was old and faded.

"When did you get this?" Minho questioned, positioning his arm to show Jisung.

Jisung looked down. "I got that at the end of last school year on the oven."

"Burn mark?"

"Yeah... hurt like hell. I don't even want to talk about blistering, it took me everything to not accidentally touch it." He looked up at Minho, their eyes locking. "Have you eaten yet?"

Minho stared before looking to the side, slowly shaking his head. "No..."

"Oh my god Minho. You make me food but don't feed yourself?"

"Maybe."

Jisung picked the food up, holding it up. "Open your mouth."

Minho slowly opened his mouth, allowing Jisung to feed him. He closed his mouth and slowly chewed, nodding. "I am a good chef."

"You really are," Jisung noted as he ate more. "I am not going to be able to eat this all."

Minho grabbed his hand and guided the utensils into his own mouth. He was quick to swallow, smiling like an awkward cat. "Good thing I accidentally forgot to feed myself."

Jisung chuckled, feeding him more. "I'm glad I have someone who spoils me and I can spoil them."

Minho moved closer, resting his head on his shoulder.

As Minho grew more comfortable, Jisung couldn't help but feel a warmth growing in his heart. A small chatter floated in the air as they shared their food, the two somehow getting closer than they already were. The food soon finished, Jisung putting the plate aside on the nightstand. As he turned back to Minho he could feel his breath shorten and stop as Minho placed a hand on his chest, pushing him down towards the bed. He allowed Minho to move his body to his liking, his mind racing. Their eyes met, and Jisung found himself getting lost in the mesmerizing depth of his gaze.

At that moment, with them being so close and gentle, just them, Jisung wanted to ruin the friendship they'd built their entire life. There have always been moments of those thoughts, pulling Minho closer and embracing him in ways he could only dream of. Minho's hands wander his body enough in friendly gestures, but he wanted them to be more than friendly. He wouldn't admit it openly, but he loved all the physical affection Minho gave him. He always melted, and he melted then. He wanted to succumb to his thoughts and tell him everything he felt, but he dared not risk their friendship.

"So..." Minho started, losing his thought.

"So?" Jisung continued on.

"What should we do?"