chasing lights

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Waking up beside someone else should not feel like this. Should not have the ability to feel like this.

It is simply unfair to show them both what they missed out on all along. Not when their first morning together was a hectic escape preceding a near death experience, the next was them and three other individuals, two of which being in animal form. And every single morning in the hideout ended with at least one of them waking up alone. Either because they were in their respective beds or because Minho got up before Jisung to make breakfast and have it ready by the time Jisung and the others would be up as well. Or out, at least. Because most of the time Chan would be up in time and run some errands or help Minho out.

But on the morning of October 18th, when Minho wakes up, Jisung does too. He groans at the shift on the sheets, keeps his eyes squeezed shut despite being awake already and tightens his grip around Minho's waist, pulling the man closer to himself, flush and warm and just what Jisung needs to smile contently against the other's chest. Their legs are woven together, thick, perfect thighs on either side of Jisung's. Because Jisung makes sure to hold on tight with both of his own, not let go of the chuckling man in his grip. Minho's lips are on his head next, the fingers of one hand combing through the dark strands of hair in the back of it. So warm. Jisung feels so, so warm.

"Where do you think you're going?", Jisung sighs against him, lets himself enjoy every single touch, every part in which their bodies are touching.

"Thought I'd make some breakfast. But someone decided to keep me trapped in my own bed.", Minho says, a fond smile on his pretty lips. Jisung huffs out in amusement, taking a deep breath of his new favorite scent and willing himself into motion, leaning his head back to look into Minho's eyes, look at his pretty face and all the affection it holds for the thief. One night. One morning. Yet the most stunning man in the world seems to have become impossibly more stunning with all of that.

"Too bad, hm?", Jisung teases, "I heard they can be bribed though. Easily so."

A grin, the hand in Jisung's hair now sliding down a little to settle on his jaw.

"Hmm yeah, too bad indeed.", Minho says with a low voice, still nothing but absolutely fond. He closes the distance between them afterwards for a slow kiss, a sequence of just a few minutes of languid entanglement that feels like an eternity of every nuance of sweetness replaying itself on their tongues. Parting simply feels like a sin, a crime. One that should not be committed so easily. "Anything in particular you want for breakfast?"

"Hmm... I mean-"

"Jisung. I'm not on the menu.", Minho interrupts, tries his hardest not to burst out laughing at the pout Jisung is showing him in return, the small frown. "So unless you want to share me with Chan and the others, you better choose something else."

Jisung's eyes widen instantly and when Minho can no longer hold in his laughter, all the younger does is to throw all sorts of playful insults at him, hit his chest repeatedly with a light hand.

"Alright, alright, I'll pick something and in return you'll promise not to make jokes like that anymore because why the hell would you even say that?", he says, puffs up his cheeks for a moment, until Minho pokes one of them and Jisung decides not to puff them up and let Minho poke them again because his cute little giggle means he thought it was cute and right now Minho does not deserve to see Jisung all cute. Not after that terrible joke. If one can even call it that. Really not necessary. "I've... the last time five had pancakes is like years ago, actually, so..."

Another kiss from Minho, a promise to blow his mind in a bit with the best pancakes Jisung will ever taste and then Minho gets up and leaves the room. Though Jisung decides not to stay back for long, considering that being all alone in Minho's room while Minho is in the kitchen, does not even sound anything close to being as wonderful as watching him cook. So the young man gets up, pretty much stumbles out of the bed, grabs a random pair of Minho's pants, pulls them on and then leaves the room with the slightest limp in his step. Just a small reminder of what happened the night before. But Jisung is glad it is there. Because like this he knows it was actually real, knows it all actually happened. Knows he really laid himself bare and gave himself to Minho last night. He still knows what he felt like, how full Jisung was. He knows why his legs are sore too, knows it all too well.