The Mannequin - Minsung

one hundred seven

The night had grown quiet. Everyone had finally left, their laughter and chatter still lingering faintly in the air as echoes of a joyous evening.

The once-bustling room was now just the two of them—Minho and Jisung—surrounded by half-empty plates, dim lights, and the warmth that filled the space long after their friends had gone.

Minho let out a soft sigh, stretching his arms before slumping down onto the couch beside Jisung. "Well, that went... better than expected."

Jisung smiled shyly, his fingers brushing against Minho's. "Yeah. I didn't think they'd take it so well. I was... terrified."

Minho chuckled and turned to face him, his eyes soft under the gentle glow of the room. "You had nothing to worry about, you know? They love you already."

Jisung blushed slightly, looking down at his lap. "I-I'm just glad they didn't think I was some... weirdo." His voice was quiet, but there was a hint of relief in it.

Minho shifted closer, his hand sliding over Jisung's, interlacing their fingers. "You're not weird. You're... unique. And that's what makes you special."

Jisung's breath hitched slightly at Minho's words. He leaned his head on Minho's shoulder, feeling the weight of the evening slowly lift off him. "You always know what to say..."

Minho pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jisung's head, his other hand gently rubbing circles on his back. "That's because I mean every word."

They sat like that for a while—quiet, peaceful, just the two of them in their little world. Eventually, Minho stood up, pulling Jisung along with him.

"Come on," he whispered, his hand still holding Jisung's. "Let's go to bed."

"Are we gonna fuc—"

"W-What?! N-No!"

"Hmph!" Jisung pouted, puffing his cheeks slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head away in a mock show of defiance, though the corners of his lips hinted at a smile.

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, so now you're being all pouty, huh?" he teased, tugging lightly at Jisung's sleeve.

Jisung rolled his eyes, but the grin he'd been fighting back finally broke through. "Whatever! You meanie!"

"Well, well, I sincerely apologize, your royal highness," Minho shot back with a smirk as he continued to pull Jisung towards the bedroom. "Come on, royalty. I think it's time for you to rest."

The room was dimly lit, the moon casting soft shadows through the curtains. Minho let go of Jisung's hand only to turn around and pull him into a gentle embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" Minho murmured against Jisung's ear, his breath warm and comforting.

Jisung's heart fluttered in his chest. "Hmph... Proud? For what?"

"For being brave. For trusting me. For... being you."

Jisung pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Minho's in the soft light. "I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you."