People | minsung |

Tteokbokki

Song for this chapter: Light, Ateez

Warning: super fluffy chapter. SUPER. 

Minho ordered food. It wasn't like Jisung could refuse, he just sat on the sofa, bundled up in a knot of throws and pillows. His head was on Minhos pillow, the silk scented with hints of his cologne and his hair wash. 'Salted or buttered popcorn?' Minho walked around the sofa. 'Salted please.' Jisung replied, his heart swelling. This man was the sweetest person ever. 

There was a ring at the door. 'Hey, hun, I think that's the delivery guy, could you go get it please?' Minho called from the kitchen. Jisung untangled himself from the sofa and opened the door to find a scrawny looking boy who looked younger than seventeen with a plastic bag in his hands. 'O-order for.. Lee Minho?' He stuttered, seemingly terrified. 'Yeah, and um.. are you okay..?' Jisung took the bag and asked. 'I do not belong here, man, I'm broke as fuck and you live in a freaking penthouse. I'll get going now!' The boy almost yelled, running the other way like Jisung was scary. 

'Oh. Okay then.' That was weird. 'Min, cmon! Before it gets cold.' Jisung split the wooden chopsticks in the bag, opening the food container with a noisy clack. Minho came stumbling into the living room with a bowl of popcorn ready for the kdrama he had put on. 

'So, min.' Jisung turns to Minho who was already staring. 'Hm..' Minho hums, lost in the gaze. 'Are you gonna.. start the.. drama?' Jisung mumbles, flustered. Minho turned the lights off and pulled down the blinds, sitting back down and pressing play. 

Jisung let his side fit against Minho who was stealing occasional glances. 'Can you pass me the Coke?' Minho reached his hand over jisung's lap. 'Sure..' jisung took it and started wiping it off with his sleeve. 'What are you.. doing..?' Minho was slightly amused, a tender smile on his lips. 'I drank from it already,' Jisung finally looked up, their faces unexpectedly close. He didn't even need to move his head. He would just need to- 

(Did I ignore this book for like 5 months? Yeah. I'm sorry but my writing style changed a little IM SO SORRY OKAY 🤡)

Minhos eyes widened. 

Jisung's lips were on his. Not a kiss. Their lips brushed against eachothers. He felt like he should move. He didn't. 

Jisung was the one that pulls away. He turns away and holds his face in his hands. "Oh my god." He mumbles. "Stop. Stop doing that." The words spill down his lips, barely over a whisper. 

"I didn't do that, sir, you did." A hint of amusement evident in his voice. 

"You're so good at that. Fuck. I hate it." Jisung shoves his face into a pillow, his cheeks burning.

Minho runs a finger across Jisung's shoulder blade. "Let's finish watching this episode." He could tell that jisung wasn't exactly uncomfortable but he was overwhelmed. He wouldn't push it. 

The next few minutes consisted of Minho trying and failing to land the tteokbokki anywhere but his mouth. Jisung losing the plot every two seconds. Minho dropping the popcorn. Jisung falling asleep. Multiple times. 

Minho was indulged in the episode, leaned forward in his seat. The throw on his lap was slowly retreating off of it but he didn't mind. Who was it? What was the secret? Did they know who was traitor? And- why is there snoring? 

Jisung dozed off, his head lulled onto his shoulder. He was wrapped up, the throw blanket twisted under his balled up body. He looked beautiful. Minho thought so at least. He blinked, breaking into a smile. He brushes a few strands of hair away from Jisung's eyes. In a gentle motion, he tips the youngers head onto his shoulder. He finished the episode and decided to give into sleep. With utmost gentleness, he lays jisung down on the couch. 

Minho changed the sheets of Jisung's bed, got pajamas ready and put a glass of water by the youngers bed. Then he slowly picked the boy up off the couch and onto his bed. Jisung didn't wake up, his eyelids fluttering slightly, his breathing slow and steady. Minho placed a kiss onto Jisung's fingers, leaving to go to the bathroom.

 He puts his headphones on and turns on his nighttime playlist. He shuts off all the lights and starts cleaning up their mess. He throws away the takeout, the snacks, washes the bowls, folds the blankets, wipes down the table, turns off the tv. He sighs, leaning back against a wall. He closes his eyes and indulges in the melodic tune playing against his ears.

Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap tap tap.

The sound of socks padding against the tiles. "min."  A small voice peeps. Minho takes his headphones off and looks around. The curly mop of Jisung's hair pokes out of his room. "Goodnight..." he muttered, playing with the hem of his shorts. Minhos lips curl into a smile. It's so natural to smile at jisung. So easy to love him. 

"Goodnight, sung." 

(I hate this omg ew)