Fashioned For Love | Minsung AU

Twenty-Six

A/N: Normally I would write the whole thing in one perspective but I just didn't like how it flowed so this will be a split pov chapter.

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Minho

It amazed him that at the end of his month out in the country, he was actually so loathed to come back home to the city. But when he thought about all that he had learned and accomplished in such a short time frame, it certainly made sense. The people he met, the connections he made and most importantly, the love he found with Jisung were all things he would never forget. So it was indeed with teary eyes that he said his goodbyes to the staff at the restaurant and the Han family on their last day of vacation. They both made many promises to return and keep in touch, he'd given his direct contact to both of Han's parents and Josang. They really made him feel like part of their family and having never had such a close, tender bond with his own parents, it meant the world to him.

But, with them coming back to their world and their lives, Minho also knew that they would have to figure out what their new normal would be together. Waking up next to Jisung everyday had spoiled him, but he couldn't rightly expect for him to want to vacate his own space just to satisfy his needs. And after the fallout from the contract, the last thing he wanted to do was make another demand for him. His driver was already there, waiting for him when they made the long trip back to the city. He felt mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted but he also felt like he wasn't ready to part from Jisung. And when he felt Han's fingers wrapped around his wrist he got the feeling that he wasn't ready to leave either. "Umm, so I, I just wanted to say thanks again, you know, for everything you did for me and my family," Jisung says softly, "You went above and beyond anything I could ever ask for or expect. No matter what happens between us, I will be forever grateful for this."

Minho nodded, stepping closer to him. "I want to thank you as well. You didn't have to let me tag along, and not only that but you didn't bad mouth me to your family and allowed me the opportunity to make my own first impressions with them. You treated me kindly and you kept your heart open despite everything I did in the past. I've learned so much about myself and about life in just the short time I've spent with you and your family. I too, will never forget what you've done for me and no matter what I will always be grateful."

"Hyung..." Jisung breathed, smiling and shaking his head as he sought out his lips for a kiss. One that Minho didn't hesitate to return and deepen, holding his lover close to his chest. "I'm not ready to leave you," the younger male admitted, nuzzling his neck.

Minho smiled, raising a hand to stroke Han's hair affectionately, "Me neither," he confessed. "Come home with me," he suggested. "You can just wear my clothes to work."

"Okay."

The lack of protests stops him short, "Okay?"

Jisung laughs with a sniff, "Yes, I said okay. Take me home Minho."

Without further ado, they loaded their belongings in the car and got in. He kept Han close, smirking when he noticed him doze off. Those ridiculously cute cheeks of his puffed up and smashed against his shoulder. He didn't even bother to wake him when they arrived, carrying Jisung rather effortlessly through the foyer and up the stairs to his bedroom. Honestly he couldn't blame him, he was tired too. So all he did was strip Jisung so that he'd be more comfortable, doing the same and then curled himself up beside his precious assistant for some much needed rest.

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Jisung

There was a certain dichotomy between waking up to the soft, cotton bed sheets that were in his old bedroom back on his family's humble farm and waking up to whatever fabric this rich, buttery soft material he was currently laying on in Lee Minho's estate. And yet, when he felt strong arms tightened around his waist he knew that he was equally just as at home in both places. But as much as he would love to stay safely cocooned in his lover's arms, they had a job to do. He tried to slip out of Minho's grasp, but he just pulled him closer, nuzzling into the back of his neck. "Come on Mr. Lee, rise and shine love," he said, turning back to look at his sleeping partner. His face scrunched up cutely, nose twitching slightly just like one would imagine a rabbit's doing. "Cute," he whispered, pecking his nose.

This act finally got Minho's eyes to open and he smiled softly before sighing and letting go of Jisung's waist. "I miss the damn goats," he grumbles and Han can't stop giggling.

"Aww babe," he chuckles, dropping a kiss on his cheek. "I'm sure they miss you too. We'll just have to go back. Maybe during the holidays? After the line is out. Of course I get it if you'll be busy with your family," he added quickly, not wanting to sound too presumptuous.

At this Minho sits up with a scoff, "As if. We hardly do anything as a family anymore. I suspect that we'll still have our Christmas party but outside of that I don't think they would bat an eye if I wasn't around." Han can detect the sadness and pain underlying Minho's words even if his tone is masked with bitterness and indifference. Obviously there's a strained relationship between Minho and his parents. It's something that Han vaguely had an inkling of but this time he was hearing him lay it out more plainly. Wordlessly, he reached for Lee Know's hand giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't worry, I'm not upset. It's been years."

It was said dismissively and he obviously wanted to change the subject and Han obliged, launching into speculation about the progress made by the team in their absence. They took turns in the shower, and then Minho ushered him into his giant walk-in closet that felt more like a small store than a simple storage space for clothes. "Woah," he breathed, looking all around him.

Minho smirked smugly, "Pick whatever you want." At first Han hesitated, feeling a bit insecure like he did during their shopping trip, but since he was just borrowing the clothes then there was no need to worry....right? Minho must've noticed his indecision because he came over with a hanger in hand, practically shoving it in his hands. "Here, try this one Ji," he suggested. It was a big, soft looking khaki colored sweater. It was meant to be oversized but even still it would be too big, but.... He looked around and his eyes landed on Minho's row upon row of white button up shirts, he could easily layer them together and pair it with some simple black trousers. He helped himself to a few accessories and he had a complete look. He got dressed quickly, not wanting to be the one holding them up, Beside him Minho had made his selection and was dressed in a more relaxed outfit compared to the suits he usually wore to the office. He was layering too, a crisp white shirt under a geometric patterned cut out sweater. The cut out parts were actually filled with a thin, barely visible mesh but without the undershirt it wouldn't have been at all appropriate for work.

And frankly he looked hot as fuck.

"Am I meant to concentrate on work with you looking like that?" Han teased.

Minho chuckled, "As if you didn't torture me on the daily. I'm almost ashamed of some of the thoughts I had when you first started working as my assistant."

"That early huh?" He asked, smiling, flattered and surprised at the same time. He made so many little mistakes early on that he never imagined that his boss could look at him in any light other than being an absolute mess. "Admittedly I remember wondering why Hyunjin never mentioned how handsome you are."

Again Minho laughed, "Hmm, probably because I wasn't the nicest man. Even after I approved of him as my assistant we never had the best relationship. He was professional and very respectful but we were never friends."

That made sense, it lined up with Hyunjin's view of him as well. "So, what made me so different? I mean...you could be cold when you wanted to be but—"

"Because you treated me with kindness no matter what I said or did without expecting anything from me in return," Minho said plainly. "You treated me like a person, not just your boss. I haven't had that in a long time. And that plus my instant attraction towards you wore down my usual walls."

Jisung moved to hold Minho, forgetting all about needing to hurry to get to work. "I really wanted your approval and I was also extremely attracted to you, but more than anything I admire you. Your talent, your dedication and your passion for your craft...it blew me away. It still does." He could tell that his boyfriend was stunned by his words so rather than expect a reply, he simply planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Come on, let's get to work love."