Set in Stone [Minsung]

Chapter 5

[A/N: This chapter's genre changes like five times so yeah it's a dramatic rollercoaster that ends in pain fyi. This one was also painful for me to write because uh it's a little 'spicy', but nothing too explicit. On a more serious note, there is a bit of violence and homophobia (unrelated to the violence). And you might hate me. Enjoy!]

Because of my honesty, there is no relief, all that remains is regret

Minho feels like he's living a fairytale. Jisung brings him freedom and the strength to fight for their relationship.

Everything has gone so smoothly that it's suspicious. He's definitely not going to question it, though. With Jisung, the world is golden. Why would he ever give that up?

"Minhoooo," Jisung whines. "Babeeeee."

Minho suppresses a smile, forcing himself to focus on the maki he's rolling up for Jisung. Jisung has draped himself over the kitchen counter, watching Minho make sushi with curiosity and awe.

"Yes, Sungie?" Minho replies calmly without looking up.

"Could you look at me for a sec?" Jisung begs. Minho can imagine his cute little pout.

Minho sighs in defeat. He's way too weak for Jisung. He looks up and sees Jisung's very kissable pout, just as he'd pictured.

Jisung's pout quickly becomes his signature heart-shaped grin. If Minho's hands weren't busy making Jisung food, he's sure they'd be all over his boyfriend.

"You want your food or not?" Minho scolds teasingly. "You're the one who challenged me to do better than that sushi restaurant we went to yesterday."

"I just wanted to say that you look hot when you cook," Jisung says.

Minho chuckles, feeling his cheeks becoming pink. "I know."

"Oh, so this was your little plan to seduce me, huh?"

Minho cocks an eyebrow smugly. "I thought I already seduced you."

Now it's Jisung's turn to blush. He clears his throat and raises his chin with faux confidence.

"Really? I hadn't noticed," he says with a shrug.

Minho laughs and picks up a knife. "I guess I'll have to try harder then. Be careful what you wish for, Han Jisung."

He slices up the roll into neat little pieces of maki. He takes one and places it between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows at Jisung.

Jisung scoffs. "Amateur."

Jisung leans forward and takes the maki from Minho's mouth with his own teeth, brushing his lips against his boyfriend's, lingering there a bit longer than necessary. He winks at Minho as coyly as possible, which fails once his tongue actually processes the flavours busting inside his mouth.

"Oh my god, this is so good!" Jisung tries to say, but his words are muffled by the masterpiece. Minho gets it anyway.

"Have I seduced you enough now?" Minho challenges in a low, velvety tone.

He sees Jisung shiver at the timbre of his voice. The boy's face is a frozen mask of red.

"Let's go to the roof," Jisung squeaks out, scampering away from a cackling Minho.

***

Physically, nothing has changed since their first time being on the roof together. There are still no stars to be seen. It's still really fucking high. But everything else has changed. It's somehow not so terrifying anymore, nor so cold, with Jisung lying by Minho's side on their cat-patterned picnic blanket. It'd probably be a strange sight to anyone else: two boys munching on sushi while staring at a starless sky, their hands interlocked. Minho wouldn't change a thing.