My Soulmate

Chapter 13

(Word count: 1643 )

After Jisung and Minho drank the tea in their mugs, Jisung had to text Felix about him staying at Minho's house for a bit longer to work on their project together, which Felix was not too happy about.

"C'mon, let's go downstairs," Minho said, pulling Jisung out of the bed.

"Ugh, but I was comfortable," Jisung pouted.

"Yeah in my bed," Minho smiled making Jisung roll his eyes.

Minho took Jisung's hand as they walked down the staircase, and to the kitchen.  As they walked, Jisung looked at the mess from the party last night:  

Solo cups are everywhere, even in some of the plants.  Confetti streamers on the marble floors. They spilled mixtures of alcohol and juice in some places.  Even a few people were sleeping on one of the couches in the living room from what Jisung could see.  The place was a mess.  It made him feel a little better about him breaking two bottles.

"Ji, what do you want for breakfast?" Minho asked, pulling out a stool at the island for Jisung to sit on.

 A boy with jet-black hair was sitting on another stool, head in his arms and softly snoring.

"Anything really," the boy responded, hopping onto the stool.

"Can I get some of Minho's signature pancakes please?" Hyunjin asked with his head still in his arms, scaring the two boys.

His head shot up, looking at a frightened Jisung and an annoyed Minho.  His mullet was a mess with strands sticking up everywhere and prominent eyebags from partying too much.

"No, I asked Jisung what he wanted, not you.  You drunk," Minho said, crossing his arms.

"Hey!  I'm not a drunk... currently."

"Grammatically that makes no sense," Seungmin stated, walking in from nowhere.  His fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and his head to the floor.  Most likely to deal with his hangover.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin asked, obviously still a bit out of it.

"You should've said, 'I'm not drunk, currently,' my friend," Seungmin corrected.

"Don't call me just a friend after last night," Hyunjin said angrily. Jisung looked at Seungmin confused.

Seungmin picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be a spatula, and threw it at the boy.

"EEK!" the boy squealed, ducking and covering his head.

"Shut up," Seungmin said through gritted teeth.

Minho and Jisung looked at each other and then the scene in front of them, trying to contain their laughter.

"What is there to eat here?" Seungmin questioned, opening the fridge, and getting ready to raid it.

"Whatever Jisung picks out for me to make," Minho said, leaning his head on his hand and admiring Jisung's bare face.

"Hyunjin said you make pancakes right?" Jisung questioned.

"Yes, I do," Minho smiled.  "Want some?"

"Yes please!" Jisung beamed.

"Alrighty guys, pancakes for breakfast!" Minho said.

"Yay!" Hyunjin celebrated, still covering his head.

As Minho made them breakfast, Jisung watched him.  The way he cracked the eggs with such ease and how Jisung could admire his arms flexing when mixing everything.  He studied the way Minho poured the mix onto the pan and how he flipped the pancake with ease.  He loved how domestic it felt making Jisung fall for the boy more, even though he hadn't known him for very long.