Forget Me Not || Minsung

20

The plane landed in Paris at around 8 to 9 pm, Jisung didn't really pay attention. All he understood was that the blue sky was already dark and Minho's arm wrapped around his waist felt warm.

Somehow people found out about their arrival so they had to hold onto each other tightly with Chan leading them and body guards helping them as much as they could, shoving some people aggressively a few times. That always surprises Jisung.

Imagine getting paid to harshly shove people away as if they're potato bags.

The effort of staying safe and not losing any of their stuff through the crowd made their tired selves even more exhausted. So when the members got their hotel room keys after a long painful wait, they didn't waste a second to get inside and go to sleep.

Jisung didn't even bother changing out of his clothes. He was too tired for that. And by the looks of it, Minho was too as the older didn't move an inch from his position on his stomach. And so they drifted off to sleep until it was time for their morning alarms to ring. The sound of them from Minho's and Jisung's phone mixing up into an annoying unrhythmic melody.

Minho frowned in his half-awake state. "No, Chan the beat is off tune," he mumbled, totally not aware of his surroundings, halfway still in his dream.

The younger fell back into consciousness as the melody from both phones didn't seem to stop. He grumbled under his nose and on the third try turned off his alarm after waking up his hand. It was squished under his stomach and had marks from his hoodie that indicated how sweet he slept.

He was about to reach over Minho to grab his phone alarm and smash it into the wa- and peacefully turn it off but Minho was already ahead of him. The older picked up his phone with his eyes still closed and with a single brush over the screen, the terrible sound stopped and so he lightly let his phone drop and get lost somewhere in the large white blanket.

"Good morning, Min," Jisung said in a sleepy deep voice. He rubbed his eyes and was about to climb off the bed to wash his face in the bathroom but got tugged back on his waist by arms sneaking around it.

"Good morning, beautiful," Minho mumbled, the sleep was fading away at a quicker pace with the younger next to him.

Jisung got a bit shy at the nickname but didn't comment on it. He lowkey liked it as it warmed his heart.

"How'd you sleep?" Jisung showed him his hand that got press marks on the skin to answer his question. Minho chuckled sleepily and yawned. Jisung yawned too. It's contagious, as always.

Minho sat up against the headboard and tapped his lap for Jisung to sit. He happily did so, legs at both sides of Minho's thighs and his body resting on the older's chest. He laid his cheek on his shoulder and almost dozed off but Minho helped him stay awake by talking about the dream he had.

"Your roots are growing out," Minho said quietly as he brushed his fingers through Jisung's hair, earning a satisfied hum from him.

"Yeah, I've been wanting to change my hair color anyway. Will you go talk to the hairstylists with me? I think they would be easier to convince with the two of us."

Minho hummed in agreement and proceeded to brush Jisung's hair and massage his scalp, giving the boy a good morning. The older was sure if Jisung was a cat he would be purring by now.

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The two lovers were walking to their temporary rented company place, where the company workers will be staying and working before they are allowed in the arena. The band was grateful to their boss for giving them a few rest days before the concerts in Paris begin.