Fashioned For Love | Minsung AU

Twenty-Seven

A/N: Just wanted to say thank you to anyone who's bothering to read this. Also more POV switching and pure smut lol

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Jisung

Despite how much he was missing his family, it was easy to get back into a routine again. Life as Minho's assistant continued on and he went through his work like a well oiled machine. And when he wasn't fulfilling his assistant duties, he was hands on working on their winter collection, Nocturnal Allure. He still couldn't believe that he was co-creating an entire collection with the Lee Minho and for the mega fashion house SKZ. It was the stuff of dreams. Most days Jisung almost felt like an imposter whenever he was taking the lead and instructing and checking over the work of the other designers. And he also knew other people thought the same. Not everyone was pleased by his apparent ascension in the ranks. It dawned on him that he trajectory was unprecedented given his actual position and lack of experience, and that's what made the rumors and accusations so hard to ignore. Especially the ones about his relationship with Minho. Their joint absence had been like a flashing neon sign that gave away their attachment but it wasn't against company policy strictly speaking.

That didn't stop the gossip and insinuations. Like maybe Han would've never gotten this chance if he wasn't sleeping with Minho. But to his credit, Minho never once questioned his leadership nor his judgment and whenever he worked on the line he treated him as an equal. Actually, even when he was operating as his assistant it wasn't the same dynamic as before. Sure, he still naturally deferred to Minho, but it felt more like he was acting as a supportive partner rather than his assistant. But maybe that was the romantic in him speaking. Either way, he tried not to let any of that stuff get him down, and instead he focused on the positives in his life.

Like the dates he had with Lee Know.

They take turns doing various activities, movies, dinner, karaoke and browsing through stores geared towards otakus like themselves. Sometimes they just spend quiet nights at Minho's home and on the rare occasion, they link up with either Chan and Hyunjin or Felix and Changbin if not both. The group of them are quickly becoming friends as a whole. It was easily done given that the bosses and assistants were already friends. And now that Minho was a lot less prickly he often stole the show with his rather 4D personality. He was strange, but in the best way possible. No matter how hard they had to work, the late nights spent at the office, the various meetings and errands they had—-they made it a priority to find time to be together.

And gods above, he was in love with him.

That was one thing that remained constant throughout it all. It almost felt as though he's always loved him and his brain was only now catching up to his heart. Or perhaps something even more sacred and powerful, the idea of being soulmates whispers in his heart but he feels too shy to make such a comparison at this stage. But when he feels said man lazily brush a kiss across his brow, the word seems to sear itself into his psyche. "What are you thinking about jagi?" The older boy's voice croons and Jisung melts further into his chest.

"You," he answered honestly, looking up from the book he was no longer even reading. Today was one of those quiet days, after a long stressful work week neither one of them had been keen to go out so instead they were cuddled up on the couch each reading their own respective novels. There was a certain type of peace that you could only feel in times like this. And the love and contentment wrapped around Jisung like a warm blanket.

"Hmmm," Minho sniffed, idly raking his fingers through Jisung's fluffy hair. "Anything in particular?"

There was the slightest hint of nerves there that nobody else probably would have noticed since he was so talented at his unaffected voice but Han knew the difference. He reached up, seeking the hand that had ceased playing in his hair, and laced their fingers together. "Wouldn't you like to know," he teased, letting out a squeal of laughter when Minho tackled him, tickling his sides until he was almost out of breath from laughing so much. "Okay, okay, stop Min, enough!" He begged, choking slightly on air as he fought between needing air and laughing harder.