U Know Me? ; Minsung

lies, deceit and oblivion

5 years ago — October 19th, 2018

Jisung had never really been lavish with gifts. Even from when he was very young, he had always felt as if his presents could never compare to any of his friends. Whether it was a game of Secret Santa, or something special for Valentine's Day, it never ended up being... well, special. 

And so, since Minho's birthday was in less than a week, he wanted to improve. Just for him. As his boyfriend. 

He perceived this moment as an impeccable juncture to unveil the song they had written together—a composition born from all of their efforts. Within this occasion, he harboured the conviction that this would be the definitive revelation, an offering of paramount significance meticulously curated as an unparalleled gift. 

So, the first part of the plan was: Keep Minho oblivious. 

Jisung had been staying with his boyfriend for a couple of days now in order to save up—things had been costly recently—and so, he was resting peacefully behind him in a rumpled load of sheets. 

He smiles to himself in the dim glow of the bedroom, jotting down a couple more notes in his journal before getting up and tip-toeing over to the bed. However, his previous set of actions is deemed pointless as he throws himself upon a sleeping Minho in a fit of giggles. 

"Minhooooo," he whisper-calls, blinking wide-eyed at the drowsy boy beneath him. 

"Jisunggg..." Minho croaks back in a half-arsed attempt at rising from his slumber. "What... what was using the bed as a trampoline for—?" 

Jisung laughs and dips his head into the crook of Minho's neck, entangling himself in one large mess of duvet and limbs. "Just to wake you up," he says, lifting his head and gazing into Minho's lovesick eyes. 

Minho's captivating gaze has never failed to leave one spellbound. His striking brown eyes are like two pools of melted chocolate, alluring and warm. They exude a sense of depth and mystery, inviting one to explore the secrets they hold within. It's no wonder that Minho's eyes have always been considered incredibly gorgeous.

"No no, what was the real reason?" Minho cocks an eyebrow, the ends of his lips curling up into a sly, boyish smirk. Jisung huffs. "Well, since you asked... please please please can I record a video of our song for Youtube? No one will see it anyway..."

Minho lets out a chuckle. "You don't need to ask me for permission, darling. You can do whatever you'd like. I'm not being in it though. You're singing it on your own." 

Jisung rolls his eyes and runs a finger through his hair. "Yeah yeah, I know. I just wanted to upload it as a memory." 

He playfully slaps Minho's arm when he gets a soft hum in response. His boyfriend had clearly intended on returning to sleep, and Jisung wasn't having that. Especially now, after he had just woken him up. 

The plan was still in place. 

"Baby, that wasn't all. If you go back to sleep now, you'll never know what I have in store for you." 

And Minho jolts awake at that. "I'm listening,"

Jisung lifts his chin with his index finger and presses a kiss to his jaw. "Good."

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Present time

"This is fucking ridiculous." 

Both Minho and Jisung are sat opposite each other at the coffee table of a spare room in Jisung's house, the silent glow of nocturnal illumination streaming through the glass walls, casting a luminous aura that envelops their presence.