love is only a feeling | minsung

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And it's a matter of time until
her last names mine
You got potential baby
just imagine us combined
<3

Minho opened his eyes the next morning to the sun shining around the room. Rays of gold being cast along the floorboards and rugs around his room as he looked around.

His head was pounding heavily as he sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Slowly he looked around and saw Jisung lying in his side peacefully. Eyes closed, lips parted and even though he looked peaceful, he was a messy sleeper. His hair was crazy and the shirt Minho had lent him ridden up a small bit to show off the tan skin of his stomach.

Minho frowned a bit, remembering the circumstances that had brought him here.

He felt so sad as he looked at the boy.

Truly he didn't know what had drawn him to Jisung. He'd just finished his shift and had decided to go talk to his bartender friend. At first he'd seen him sitting at the bar alone and thought he'd go talk to him and see why he was alone. However he'd seen Felix drunkenly run up to him and start kissing his neck and walking away again to leave a sad looking Jisung at the bar. He couldn't have just turned around because he understood all too well how it felt to be lonely.

"I could treat you so much better," Minho whispered and gently brushed the boys hair from his eyes.

It had become a want for him to show Jisung what he deserved and what he didn't.

Slowly, Minho climbed out of the bed and was careful not to shake it too much to avoid waking the sleeping boy. He figured the small amount of peace he was getting was important to avoid the heartache he would have when he woke up.

So Minho walked to the bathroom and relieved himself and washed his hands before moving to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast food for Jisung. He knew he probably wouldn't be in the mood to eat anything but at least he could offer it.

It was about ten minutes of cutting fresh vegetables for omelets before Minho heard scuffing footsteps behind him.

He turned to see Jisung with his belongings in his hands and tears in his eyes.

"I should go," he said in a strained voice that tore Minhos chest open.

"Oh," he said and set the knife down on the cutting board before walking up to Jisung, "I'm making breakfast for you if you want to eat first."

Jisung looked down upon Minho walking up to him and swallowed harshly to avoid crying any more.

"He texted again," he said softly, "he said he wants to talk.. and I want to see what he has to say."

"You don't owe that to him," Minho shook his head.

"I know," Jisung still looked at his socked feet as he stood there, "but I deserve an explanation at least,"

"You do," Minho agreed, "but eat first and then I'll take you home,"

Minho then turned and walked back to the cutting board, not giving Jisung any leeway to decline. Though the other wouldn't since he knew that Minho had already began cooking.