Fashioned For Love | Minsung AU

Thirty Five

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Minho

Minho woke up early, the soft light of dawn spilling through the windows of his mansion. Today was a special day. With the holiday season in full swing, he'd decided to dismiss his house staff early, allowing them to spend more time with their families. He knew Jisung's family wouldn't mind doing things themselves; in fact, they would likely feel more comfortable in the cozy home atmosphere, just like they did back on the farm.

As he quietly slipped out of bed, he glanced at Jisung, who was still sleeping peacefully beside him, his hair tousled and a serene expression on his face. Minho smiled, feeling a rush of affection. He carefully made his way to the kitchen, determined to prepare a big breakfast for the family.

Jisung joined him a short while later, drawn by the enticing smell of coffee brewing and the sight of Minho chopping vegetables for an omelet. "Good morning," Jisung said, his voice still husky with sleep, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

"Morning! I figured we could make a feast. Pancakes, omelets, and some fresh fruit," Minho replied, handing Jisung a whisk. "What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect," Jisung said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. They fell into an easy rhythm, moving around the kitchen together, each action seamless and harmonious. Jisung stirred the batter while Minho flipped pancakes on the griddle, the sizzle filling the air.

"Hey, can you pass me the maple syrup?" Jisung asked, his gaze flickering to Minho, who was busy plating the pancakes.

"Sure thing." Minho reached for the syrup, their fingers brushing as he handed it over. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity between them, and Minho couldn't help but lean in closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

"You're so hot when you cook, did you know that?" Jisung teased, leaning against the counter, a soft smile on his lips.

"Oh yeah, is there something in particular that you like about it?" Minho replied, his voice low, his gaze lingering on Jisung. In that moment, the world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the two of them in this cozy kitchen, surrounded by the delicious aromas of their breakfast. Without thinking, Minho reached out, cupping Jisung's face and drawing him in for a soft kiss. It was tender and sweet, filled with the affection they had for each other, with just a touch of longing. The warmth of their connection enveloped them, making the kitchen feel even more inviting.

Just as they pulled away, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway. They turned to see Jiho, Woosung, and Josang entering the kitchen, their expressions a mix of surprise and delight.

"What's going on here?" Jiho exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Uh, we were just—" Jisung stammered, a blush creeping up his cheeks as he exchanged a glance with Minho, who chuckled, clearly unbothered.

"Just making breakfast!" Minho announced cheerfully, stepping back to create a bit of distance. "Hope you're all hungry!"

Woosung raised an eyebrow but couldn't hide his smile. "Looks like we walked in on something special."

"Don't mind us; we just have an excellent sense of timing," Jiho teased, nudging Josang, who giggled at the sight of the two men.

As the family gathered around the table, the playful teasing continued, but the atmosphere was warm and filled with love. Jisung and Minho exchanged glances, their hearts light, knowing this holiday season would be one they'd always remember—full of laughter, love, and family.

As breakfast continued, the laughter and warmth enveloping the kitchen, the cheerful atmosphere was suddenly pierced by the sound of the doorbell. Minho exchanged confused glances with Jisung, who raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry.