LOVE ; minsung

05. Kaiseki

Jisung was sitting in the bathtub. He was texting minho back in minutes, seconds almost. He smiled. It was only nine o'clock at night, and they were already texting each other 24/7.

Lee_know:
Have you eaten?

It's a great question, actually. Jisung didn't really eat a lot in the day. He hadn't bought groceries in a while. He hasn't found the energy to do so.

Han__:
No, not yet.. :(

Lee_know:
Wanna eat together?

Jisungs heart beat strengthened in his chest. Minho wanted to eat with him? He actually wanted to do that?

Minho mentioned his favorite Japanese food as they did live in Japan. Kaiseki is what it was called. It looked delicious, and jisung was honestly starving, so it didn't really matter what food he got. He was grateful for anything

Minho also mentioned coming to jisungs place and getting it taken out. 

It made jisung nervous, so what if minho only wanted to do it? Which is why he was coming to jisung place only. What if he just wanted quick sex? Jisung just grabbed his towel, setting his phone away. He ran his fingers through his hair, wrapping his body in the towel and grabbing his sleep wear clothes.

Which consists of satin materials, he hoped he wasn't showing a lot of skin. He was sure minho already thought of him as a slut, or something along those lines.

Jisung slowly touched his neck, looking around at the surface. The hickies had cleared up, making him look less of the person he was.

Minho stated he wasn't far from where jisung lived, so it wasn't going to take him long to grab the food and make his way here.

Jisung was nervous as it was, nervous on how he would calm down. He hadn't realized it, but if minho truthfully wanted to use him— jisung would let him. In a second. Because his self-respect was lower than hell itself.

Jisung heard a knock on the door. Making him jumped up with joy. He quickly ran to the door, unlocking it with a bright smile.

He was starting to get attached so easily. He'd never been treated kindly by another man, especially one that was treating him to food and being so sweet.

"Hey."

Jisung said. He noticed minho smile back. He also looked excited. Jisung opened the door wider for him, hearing the sounds of the food crinkle in the plastic bag.
It smells amazing. The aroma taking over jisungs apartment.

"Hey." Minho said back. He sat down on jisungs couch as if it was his own home. Obviously, jisung didn't mind watching him unpack the food on the coffee table in front of him.

"I was surprised that you came.. I didn't expect it." Jisung said softly, sitting down next to minho. Watching him, he looked so handsome concentrated like this.

"I'd make time. You said you haven't eaten, and it's 9 pm."

"Well, you haven't either!" Jisung giggled. He brought his knees to his chest, leaning back to look at his ceiling. "I had a job to do, and unless you want to tell me what yours is, then im not believing any excuses." Minho said, a sly smirk.

"You'd probably find me gross if I told you what it is." Jisung giggled. He released his legs away from his chest, reaching forward to grab a small bowl of food.

Excitedly taking a big bite, he loved the taste of this already. "And why is that?" Jisung just looked down to his lap to minhos' question.

"I'm just not a good person."

"I think you're a good person. There is nothing wrong with you."

Minho said, he said it so sweetly that jisung could've cried in that moment. No one had ever said that to him, 'there is nothing wrong with you'. He could've repeated it a thousand times before he finally dropped it.

Jisung also couldn't help but stare at the silver ring sitting on minhos ring finger. He wondered where it came from.

"Where did you get your ring from?"

"Grad gift, when I completed police academy."

Jisung felt his breath unhitched. He didn't know what he would do if minho was married and had someone else.

"It's pretty." Jisung said. He continued to look at Minho, who was staring back at him. What was this sudden tension? It had been lingering ever since they started talking to each other.

Face to face.

Eyes to eyes.

Minho just chuckled. He was clearly nervous.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

Jisung asked.

"Like you want to kiss me."

Minho said he seemed a little stern when he said this. He was glad minho addresses the elephant in the room. He was also blunt.

"I was not."

"You were, I could see it."

Minho smirked, and he looked forward. The two finished up the meal, just sitting and watching t.v they hadn't noticed they gradually got closer to each other.

"My birthday is next week."

Jisung stated.

"Really? What are you doing for it?" Minho questioned. Clearly, they were comfortable with each other already. Minho was gentle to slowly place his arm around jisung, who was lying on his shoulder, his legs up against his chest like before.

"Nothing most likely."

"Cmon, that's boring."

"You're my only friend minho, I can't have a party." Jisung said. A small frown to his expression.

"Okay, well.. how about I make you a cake and we'll see what we do from there? Or we can make it together?"

"Sure!"

Jisung giggled.

Minho hated how he found someone at least five years younger than him cute.

It felt wrong, just looking down at jisung, seeing how jisung was also clinging to him. It seemed he was already getting attached.

That kind of scared minho in a way, but he didn't mention it.

"I should go home soon, it's almost one a.m." Minho stated, he could also feel himself getting hot in a way he didn't want to be.

"Okay." Jisung said. Though he didn't want to see minho live, he knew that he couldn't keep the man forever.

They felt happy with each other, something jisung hadn't felt in a while with someone else. He might have devolped a crush this time.