whispers of leaves
quiet wind in the morning
let's fall in love✿❀✿
The older of the men made an indefinable sound, squirming in place. Jisung only shook his head in pity and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. He looked around momentarily for something to write on, until he struggled to reach for the pen lying on the desk. He cursorily crossed out the following points.
5. ɢᴏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛʙᴜʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ. (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ)
6. ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴜꜱᴇᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴛʜᴇ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛꜱ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀꜱᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. (ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ)He then hesitated a moment at the last point, but again grabbed a black pen and additionally crossed out the phrase 'the love of my life.' He turned the pen in his hand while biting the inside of his cheek, finally correcting Minho's handwriting to 'Marry Jisung.' Lee bent down in his chair so he could look over his fiancé's shoulder.
"You could have left it, it would have worked out the same," he stated and rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder.
Han opened his eyes wider and turned his head toward the man, trying to take in his words.
"You are the first, last and only love of my life. Besides," he tilted his head back, leaning it against the wall where a row of chairs stood. "Who would dare to break the law, expose their dignity in a shopping mall and stay by my side, even though I'm about to leave? Only the love of my life."
Jisung's heart beat faster, making him realize how much he had fallen in love with this silly hippie. Tears shone in his eyes, out of control of his feelings. Minho really liked him, not knowing why he made Han feel so light and happy.
"If it weren't for the handcuffs, you'd be getting a juicy kiss right on the lips right now," he laughed through his tears.
Cuffed, they sat at the police station, arrested by a security guard at one of Korea's tall office buildings, which they had obviously both broken into to fulfill Minho's dream. They didn't stay there long, however, and an agitated Lee showed his aggressive side to Jisung for the first time, almost throwing himself at the security guard, who jerked his fiancé away.
"Nothing is impossible," he replied, leaning toward the younger man.
The man laughed again, disappointed by his beloved's behavior, and also moved closer to him. He kissed the man, lopsidedly grabbing his cheeks, but with very little ability to move. At least he was cuffed at the front, as he was no danger to anyone, not that Minho, who was squirming unsatisfied like a goose through the handcuffs cut into his wrists fastened from behind. Silent mutters bounced off the walls as the devoted men affectionately rubbed their lips together in a slow dance.
Located behind Jisung's back, the door slammed quietly and one of the police officers entered.
"I'm already uncuffing you lovebirds, all I ask is, not in public!" ordered the smiling officer, shaking his head with amusement over the couple. " There will be a ticket for that situation on the skyscraper."
First, he removed the handcuffs from the younger man, who silently thanked him, and then uncuffed the disgruntled Minho. He sat down behind the desk, smiling cheerfully.
"To be honest, it's rare that we arrest a couple, a hippie and.... an Indian?" he crooked his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the painter.
Under the leather jacket that covered him on the roof of the building was a loose brown sweater with fringe. Plus smeared red paint on his face and a broken plume on his head.
"Yes, yes, an unusual pair of us," Minho rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the younger man's shoulder. "And I have no intention of paying for any ticket."
Jisung sighed quietly and pulled off his head a part of the costume he had purchased that morning for the museum's exhibit task.
"Please don't listen to him, I'll pay," he poked the man playfully on the shoulder.
The policeman held them for a while longer, wrote them a ticket, but the admonition fortunately ended there. Minho ran down the stairs with all his might and spun around, relieved to breathe in the fresh air. Jisung laughed at this sight and grabbed his fiancé's hand.
They moved quietly to the younger's apartment to the accompaniment of Minho's complaints about the money spent on the ticket and Jisung's laughter.
The idyll ended, unfortunately, with the question that had been pressing to the painter's lips for a long time.
"Minho? Doctors... you know... didn't they offer you any treatments?" he asked timidly, not wanting to upset his fiancé.
It hurt like hell as his thoughts fled to Minho's debilitating illness. His heart pounded painfully in his chest, and stress tightened a strong knot in his stomach.
"I didn't agree to any of them."
Han lifted his lips in shock and stopped halfway.
"Pardon? Minho, this is a serious matter."
The man fled with his eyes to the grocery store, already closed at that hour, really not wanting to talk about it.
"It won't do any good anyway," he muttered under his breath and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
"But it's always worth a try," he went on, trying hard to catch eye contact with Minho.
"I said no!" he finally shouted out.
Jisung seized the moment and crossed their gazes, feeling a strong sting near his heart at the sight of his beloved's empty eyes.
"I'll never agree to this therapy," he gulped through his teeth, while tears shone in black dots. "I don't want to fall apart..."
"What are you talking about, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑒?"
Even more concerned, he grabbed him by the shoulder. Minho began to shake his head from side to side, as if to shake off unpleasant thoughts.
"Chemotherapy will destroy me, daisy. I'll go bald, my face.... my body will collapse. I won't be able to walk, I won't be able to dance with you, I won't be able to be with you," he wiped two salty streaks from his slightly pinkened cheeks. "I don't want you to remember me as weak and helpless. I'd rather die, Jisung."
With the first tears on Lee Minho's cheek, a heavier rain began to fall from the sky. The man fuked something indistinct under his breath and stomped his foot directly into the puddles.
"Damn rain," he burbled, wiping away the last of his tears.
"You really surprise me today."
Jisung's pearly laughter brought a small smile to Minho's face. The painter suddenly reached into his jacket pocket for his phone and clicked something on it for a moment, avoiding the drops of water falling on the screen. He played one of the songs on his playlist and threw it back into his jacket, immediately catching both hands of a confused Minho.
"Do you still remember what you wanted to do?"
2. ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ.(ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ)
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"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG
FanfictionHan Jisung's a young watercolorist, who set himself a goal of entering the circle of the outstanding painters. Until recently, each of his works highlighted fragments of his soul, but after colliding with different requirements, he lost himself amon...