"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG

11. One wedding and a funeral

coupled souls
and blushing daisie
slack of time

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7. ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

Minho stopped placing butterfly kisses on the younger man's shoulder and moved a short distance away so he could look down on him.

"What's going on? You're distracted."

Their love life had been growing better and better since their engagement, and neither of them even thought to complain about staying in bed longer early in the morning, which often ended up making Jisung late for work. This time, however, Minho was beginning to worry that his fiancé was far too often running off somewhere with his thoughts late in the evenings in bed.

"I... can I ask you something?" he uncertainly placed his hands on the man's shoulders.

"Of course, daisy."

With slow movements, he stroked the man's exposed forearm sprinkled with colored ink. He himself proudly carried off his tattoo picturing a small garland of daisies atop the head of a beige cat. The flowers were cream and dark pink in color, with the initials 'H' and 'J' at their side.

"You were talking about sleeping with a person before me recently," he snapped, turning slightly red in the face. "Was it a girl or a boy?"

"A boy," he replied without thinking.

Painter tightened his fingers gently on his fiancé's shoulders and closed his eyes, dreading the answer to his question.

""Was he ... good?"

The man burst out laughing uncontrollably, stroking his fiancé's naked sides with his hands.

"Okay, wait!" he exclaimed, as if asking for another chance so he could clarify. "Why did you stop sleeping with him?"

"I wouldn't cheat on my fiancé," he replied softly, inwardly pleased like a freak that he could call sweet Han Jisung his fiancé.

"Well, okay, but you said you stopped sleeping with him after you slept with me. Many people would have taken the opportunity to have two lovers, you didn't really have to give up on him and..."

He was drowned out by the man's raspberry lips, which tenderly brushed his lips. Minho gently took his cheek in his hand.

"Stop thinking so much, because it only stresses you out," he whispered, looking into his eyes. "I broke off all relations with him for one reason."

"Because it was good with me?"

"Okay, for two reasons," he laughed immediately getting serious, but the smile did not leave his face. "That night on the beach, I knew I had lost my mind for you."

Jisung's breathing quickened slightly, and his heart did a few flips. With both hands, he grabbed his fiancé's cheeks and rubbed them with his thumbs. Minho sighed quietly, pressing his soft cheek into the man's dried palm.

"I feel like I'm hurting you, Jisungie," he whispered, closing his eyes because of the warmth he felt. "We'll get married, you could fall in love with me, and then I'll leave and you'll be left alone."

Han gulped, circling small circles on his fiancé's cheekbones.

"What are you talking about? I'm already in love with you."

Minho opened his eyes and straightened up slightly surprised by the younger man's words.

"What...?"

"I think you've managed to blindside me."