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28. happinэss

"Did you go through the materials Hyunjin gave you?" Jisung stretched his arms above his head, closing his eyes. The way his nose scrunched up and his cute tired stretch reminded Minho of his cats and the way they stretched when he picked them up or when they were tired.

"And? Anything you don't understand or need help with? I can help you or ask one of my employees." Jisung placed everything in front of Minho and then went to his dresser to pick out what he was going to wear for the night.

"That's alright. I just need to exercise more and learn some papers to get into picture.." Minho focused on anything but the undressing boy in front of him and his cheeks caught a deep shade of pink at his next words, "Look all you want, nothing you haven't had before."

He still couldn't bring himself to look at the younger. It felt like too much, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. Jisung was just too pretty.

"I borrowed your t-shirt, hope you don't mind." Minho could hear Jisung's light steps as he approached the couch and he assumed the younger had fully dressed. Which was not false, but the big t-shirt that was hanging on his shoulders, exposing too much of his perfect collar bones and the sweatpants that looked so fluffy made Minho want to just cuddle the boy and smother him with kisses.

He could not do that. It was not appropriate. As a matter of fact he could almost say it was unacceptable. Thoughts like that scared him. Not only were they getting more and more frequent, he slowly started seeking them and liked them. What had Jisung done to him?

"I think it looks good on you." Jisung climbed on the couch, snuggling under the blanket right next to Minho who uncertainly wrapped his arm around the younger's waist.

"Think it would look better on the floor?" Jisung hummed softly, looking up at the older with a teasing smile. "I- maybe..?" The smile on his lips widened with the giggles that escaped his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. What are we watching?"

"There's this one series I found. It sounded interesting."

"Okay. What's it about?"

"Well, it's called The happiness. I don't know if it's your taste, but it's basically about zombies and I don't really know the rest, but it sounded really entertaining."

"Okay! Roll it!" Jisung clapped his hands in excitement and leaned over to the table to get snacks. "Here, have some cookies." Patting Minho's thigh, he made him take a bite of one of the cookies, before leaning his head on the older's shoulder and eating the rest.

They watched a few minutes in a comfortable silence until Minho muttered something that Jisung didn't understand. "Hm?" He hummed for the other to repeat what he said.

"I said smash. I'm playing smash or pass, we always do that with Yongbok." He admitted with a sad smile at the mention of his brother that he missed so much.

"Oh, can I play too?" And who was Minho to say no to that adorable excited smile. "Smash the cop, she's badass, and her love interest too, he seems so sweet."

"For someone who's a criminal you sure like the cops." Minho remarked, gaining a chuckle from Jisung.

"She's anti-terrorist, that's hot. Their uniforms and stuff... Plus, my ex was a cop, and their victims have no idea what the cuffs and other stuff that I can't even name been through." Minho was sure he didn't need to know more about the things they've done together, he knew Jisung could get kinky and that he was holding back with him. Yet something in him urged him to ask more.

"Didn't it hurt? The metal around your wrists I mean." Subconsciously, he glanced on the purple marks around his wrists before hiding them under the blanket that warmed up their bodies.