minsung one shots

the comfort of kittens

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff. slight angst / 4763
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jisung was nestled into the plush cushions of their living room couch, the soft hum of the television a comforting backdrop as he flicked through channels absentmindedly.

he wasn't paying much attention to what was on the screen; his thoughts were mostly occupied by the presence of minho in the kitchen.

the older man was busy making them something to drink, the sound of ice clinking in a glass and the soft splash of liquid mixing together filtering through to the living room.

jisung loved these quiet moments. the ones where the world outside didn't matter, and it was just the two of them in their cozy little apartment. he often found himself watching minho, even when he wasn't aware of it.

there was something about the way minho moved-so fluid, so graceful-that jisung found mesmerizing. it was no wonder he often got distracted by the sight of his boyfriend going about mundane tasks, like making drinks or cooking.

but tonight, jisung was content to just listen, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the flickering images on the screen, his mind wandering off into a comfortable haze.

that is, until the sharp sound of something hitting the floor echoed from the kitchen, followed by an unmistakable shattering noise.

jisung jumped, his heart skipping a beat as he bolted upright. for a moment, he froze, his mind struggling to catch up with the situation. then, adrenaline kicked in, and he was on his feet, rushing towards the kitchen.

"minho?" he called out, his voice laced with concern.

as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, his heart sank at the sight before him. minho was crouched on the floor, his hands hovering over the remnants of a shattered glass.

the light above them cast a sharp glint on the broken shards scattered across the tiles. minho's expression was unreadable, a mixture of frustration and resignation that made jisung's chest tighten with worry.

"min!" jisung gasped, hurrying over to him. he dropped to his knees beside minho, his hands instinctively reaching out to stop him from picking up the glass. "you'll hurt yourself!"

minho looked up, startled by the urgency in jisung's voice. he opened his mouth to protest, but the words died on his lips as jisung gently took hold of his hands, pulling them away from the sharp pieces.

it was only then that jisung noticed the thin red lines marring minho's fingers, tiny droplets of blood welling up from the shallow cuts.

"oh, min..." jisung's voice softened, the worry in his tone giving way to tender concern. he could feel his heart clench at the sight of minho's wounded hands, the idea of him being hurt, no matter how small, causing a pang of distress.

minho winced slightly as jisung inspected his hands, but he remained quiet, his eyes fixed on the floor as though he were trying to avoid the younger man's gaze. jisung's brow furrowed as he guided minho to his feet, his grip firm yet gentle.

"come on," jisung murmured, his voice soothing as he led minho over to the sink. he turned on the tap, the water rushing out in a steady stream as he carefully held minho's hands under the flow. the cold water washed away the blood, leaving behind the faint sting of the cuts. "stay like that, okay? I'll get some plasters."

minho nodded silently, his eyes following jisung as he moved with purpose, opening the cabinet where they kept the first-aid kit.

jisung rummaged through it quickly, his heart still beating a little too fast, the adrenaline from the scare making his hands tremble slightly. he found the box of plasters and pulled it out, his lips twitching into a small smile as he noticed the cartoonish kittens printed on them.