strawberry shortcake

57. feeling loved

a/n a sweet minsung chapter <3
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"I'm alright, Minho, you don't have to baby me." Jisung chuckled at the way the older fed him the soup he made. They were sat at the table in Jisung's room that they basically shared, enjoying their evening together.

"I want to, now open up." He held his hand underneath the spoon full of soup and fed Jisung. He continued until there was an empty bowl and a happy Minho who was being smothered with kisses from Jisung who just couldn't resist it.

"You're like a dog." He giggled, gently pushing the younger's chest to get him away and catch a breath. "You love me though." Jisung hummed with a smile and Minho's heart melted.

"I do." He breathed out in a quiet voice, leaning in to capture his lips in a proper, sweet kiss. "I love you more." Jisung muttered between the kisses, pulling the older closer with his healthy hand, the other strapped to his chest so he wouldn't strain it.

"Is the door locked?" He asked quietly, looking at the older who raised his brows in question. "It's not, but we're not having sex Jisung, it could hurt your arm even more." Minho was still worried from the day Jisung got shot. He guarded him at every moment he could to make sure he wouldn't get hurt again.

"It won't! I'll be fine, trust me. I've been shot before." He smiled as if it was a completely normal thing, causing Minho to tilt his head to the side in confusion.

"You were?" He asked, sounding surprised, earning a small chuckle in response. Jisung's right hand sneaked over his chest up to hold his nape gently as he looked into his eyes.

"Yeah, my dad got drunk and mad a lot, you know," he said with a small shrug. Minho gasped quietly at the news and stared back at him with big eyes. He couldn't believe what he was implying. How could a parent be so cruel to his child?

His parents maybe weren't the best, but they never hit him let alone shot him. Minho knew there must be so much more to Jisung to discover, but he wouldn't want to pressure him into anything, especially if he was to find out more things like that.

"He shot you? That's absolutely horrible. Why would he do something like that?"

"I told him about what his brother did to me and he got angry. But I'm past it. It was just a scratch anyways." He smiled at the end and leaned for another kiss again that Minho gave him without hesitation, wrapping his arms around him to hug him in the process.

"If I ever meet your dad or uncle you better believe its the last time you've ever heard of them." He muttered into the kiss, earning a soft giggle in response. "They're already dead bunny, but I'm glad to know you care about me enough to kill for me."

"You're ruining me." Minho hummed with a small teasing smile and Jisung playfully rolled his eyes, pulling the older closer to himself by the colar of his shirt. "You love it when I ruin you." His voice dropped lower as he talked with a teasing smirk on his glistening lips and Minho's breath hitched at the sexual undertone of his message. Jisung really was something...

There were so many aspects of him. Minho wanted to know all of them. Even the bad ones.

Minho stared at him with adoration and lust written all over his face. He was in love. He cared about the man in his arms so deeply it scared him. He'd die for him. There was still the quiet nagging at the back of his mind about how they met, but he didn't care about all that anymore as long as he knew he had Jisung who loved him back.

"Let's lock the door, hm?" He hummed against the younger's lips, smiling at the excited sparkles in Jisung's eyes.

Jisung stripped his bottom half, because using one hand to take off his shirt was kind of a challenge, and got on the bed, taking the things needed from the bedside table while Minho locked the door and went to him.