lilacs || Minsung

Second Chance 8 | all over the place

Minho wakes up in the morning, better rested than he has been in a long time and surrounded by the smell of his favorite person, deeply saturated in the soft sheets all around him. He can hear quiet noises from the kitchen, smiles to himself, gets up and walks out wearing only his underwear. Jisung is already there when he walks out, trying to prepare coffee while looking nothing but absolutely majestic. His back is turned towards Minho, but the teacher can very much tell that Jisung is only wearing a pair of underwear of his own, paired with Minho's shirt that fits the slightest bit oversized due to the slight difference in their shapes, mostly.

Saying Minho's heart skips a beat at the sight would be a clear understatement. Because it jumps excitedly as if doing somersaults in his chest, some hardcore gymnastics choreography or whatever a set of gymnastics is called. Minho would not know and he does not care either. All he cares about is how much harder he still seems to be able to fall for this overly pretty and captivating young man, standing there all stunning in Minho's shirt while making coffee for the two of them in a French press. He never knew he needed Han Jisung in his clothes as much as he does now and fuck it. Fuck everything because Minho would do so, so much to see this sight every single morning.

Jisung gave him permission to love him like he does. So all Minho needs now is to know they could tell everyone else and then just be together like he wants to so bad.

He approaches the young father, wraps his arms around him from behind and presses his lips against his shoulder before resting his head there. The cute giggle he gets in response is worth absolutely everything. Every single moment of forgetting absolutely everything other than the very existence of Han Jisung. Jisung sighs in contempt when he feels his lips through the thin fabric of the older's shirt he quickly threw on in the morning before sneaking out into the bathroom and finally the kitchen.

They have been in a similar situation before, have started into the morning with each other being the first in the kitchen, first Jisung, then Minho. But this is different. So different. Because last time, Taeyang was there with them and three of their closest people were just around the corner in the two main bedrooms, restricting Minho and Jisung noticeably. There is nothing to restrict them now though, no reason to hold back at all. They had sex, fell asleep in each other's arms and Jisung is only wearing Minho's shirt over a pair of tight fitting boxers and Minho feels beyond blessed to be able to live this moment with him. With the most perfect man to exist, who just so happens to be all his now.

He could get used to this. To waking up and seeing Jisung first thing in the morning, the smell of coffee in the air while they kiss, Taeyang having breakfast with them before they would all leave the house to go to work. If they had this as their everyday, Minho could drop Jisung off and take Taeyang to daycare with him or Jisung could drop them off and go to Collision afterwards. No matter what, Minho catches himself dreaming about it all. If only they could be together like this. He does not even care about how quick that would be, because Jisung does not feel like someone he has met just recently. He feels so familiar, like he has always been this part of Minho's he was missing before.

"Good morning, baby.", Minho says, mumbling against Jisung's shoulder and closing his eyes to properly let himself fall into the feeling, the fantasy.

"Morning, jagi.", Jisung says with that stupidly attractive soft and deep voice of his and Minho feels so overwhelmed that he just takes another deep breath, sighs it out against the other and just feels this intense need to do whatever he can to have this moment last forever. If only he could. "Did you sleep well? I hope I didn't like snore or move too much or anything like that."

"Not at all. I slept great, Jisungie.", Minho honestly tells him, lets his lips pepper the parts he can reach with small, lazy pecks while he noses along Jisung's neck and shoulder. The action has the young father smiling a little and he finally closes the lid of his French press to let the coffee sit for a few minutes, hands already reaching up, one to scratch along the scalp of the human sized cat attached to his back and the other to open the cupboard above them to pull out two mugs, one at a time.