nurse's office | minsung ✓

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Minho dragged himself through the front door, his feet feeling like lead. His shoulders slumped under the weight of his bag, which he was too tired to properly take off just yet. His exams had completely drained him, and the only thing keeping him on his feet was the thought of coming home. Coming home to Jisung.

He stepped inside and immediately noticed the warmth in the air. It wasn't just the temperature or the scent of something cooking—it was the feeling that had settled in ever since Jisung had techinically moved in. This place felt more like home now. But before he could even call out a greeting, arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind.

Jisung.

But he didn't have time to look at Jisung first as his three cats immediately came dashing to him tangling his legs. One was attempting to scratch his pants, one attempting to reach him and the other just standing there, waiting for his siblings to finish. But the best part wasn't that.

Minho blinked, startled at first, but then he relaxed, his body instinctively leaning into Jisung's hold. Jisung pressed his cheek into Minho's back, his grip tight and warm, as though he'd been waiting for this moment all day.

"You're back," Jisung whispered, his voice soft, almost relieved.

Minho felt a tired smile tugging at his lips as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He turned around slowly, and Jisung loosened his grip just enough for Minho to face him. As soon as Minho did, Jisung's arms found their way around him again, tighter this time, pulling Minho close.

Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung in return, feeling the warmth of his smaller body pressed against his. The tension from his long day seemed to melt away in Jisung's embrace. For a moment, it didn't matter how exhausted he was. The world outside, the exams, the pressures of university—it all faded into nothing. There was just this.

"You look tired," Jisung murmured against his chest, his voice filled with concern as he looked up at Minho.

"I am," Minho admitted, his voice rough with fatigue. "Today was brutal."

Jisung let out a soft hum, his fingers gently rubbing soothing circles against Minho's back. "Well, you're home now. You can rest."

Minho closed his eyes, savoring the comfort of being in Jisung's arms. He rested his chin on top of Jisung's head, breathing in the faint scent of the laundry detergent they'd used earlier that week, mixed with a hint of Jisung's own familiar scent.

If only they could stay like this forever.

Jisung must have sensed Minho's thoughts because he suddenly said, "If we could just freeze time right now...I wouldn't mind it."

Minho felt something stir in his chest. He hugged Jisung a little tighter, his heart pounding softly in his chest as he thought about how right this felt. As much as he tried to focus on his studies, on everything else, moments like this made him realize how much Jisung had come to mean to him.

"Fuck yes," Minho muttered, his voice barely more than a whisper. "That would be perfect."

They stood there in the small entryway, wrapped in each other's warmth, neither wanting to move. Minho could feel Jisung's heartbeat against his chest, and the steady rise and fall of his breath. For a brief moment, the exhaustion in his bones, the stress of university, all of it faded away. There was just Jisung, and the safety of being held by someone who truly cared.

Jisung pulled back just enough to look up at him, his lips curling into a small smile, though his eyes were filled with something deeper. "I made you food," he said softly, motioning towards the kitchen.

Minho glanced over and saw the plate of prawn tempura and a bowl of ramen waiting for him on the counter. The sight made his chest tighten in a way he hadn't expected. Jisung had done this for him. Even after everything Jisung had been through recently, he still took the time to do something so simple, so thoughtful.

"You didn't have to," Minho said, his voice low.

"I wanted to," Jisung replied, his gaze sincere. "You've been working so hard, and I just wanted to make sure you had something warm when you got home."

Minho didn't respond at first, his throat suddenly tight. Instead, he pulled Jisung into another hug, his hands sliding up to cup the back of Jisung's neck gently, holding him close. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with more emotion than he expected.

Jisung chuckled lightly, though there was a tenderness in his laugh. "You don't have to thank me every time, you know. I want to take care of you too."

Minho couldn't help but smile at that. He pulled back just enough to look at Jisung, their faces now only inches apart. The air between them felt charged, a tension that neither had fully acknowledged yet, but it was there. Strong and undeniable.

He didn't know if Jisung felt the same way he did, but at that moment, it didn't matter. What mattered was this—coming home to Jisung's warmth, to his care, to his presence.

If only they could stay like this forever.

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