minsung one shots

first everything

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fluff / 1347
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the night was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the city beyond the windows. in their small, shared apartment, minho and jisung lay close together in bed.

the room was softly illuminated by the faint glow of a night lamp, casting delicate shadows across the walls.

minho had an arm wrapped around jisung, his fingers tracing light patterns along the younger boy's back, as if he were drawing invisible symbols only they could understand.

jisung nestled against minho's chest, his face half-buried in the familiar warmth, breathing in the subtle, comforting scent that was minho.

it was late, but neither of them cared to check the time. they'd spent hours like this already, speaking in quiet murmurs, exchanging playful smiles, sharing memories of random moments.

minho's hand found its way into jisung's hair, his fingers lightly scratching at the nape of jisung's neck, coaxing a satisfied sigh from him.

"hyung," jisung murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tightened his hold around minho's waist, hugging him closer.

"mmm?" minho's voice was equally soft, gentle and sleepy, but there was a smile in it, a warmth that filled jisung's heart.

they lay in silence again, and then jisung lifted his head, just enough to look up at minho's face. minho's eyes were half-lidded, but they opened wider when he felt jisung's gaze, his eyes softening as he looked down.

"why are you looking at me like that, hmm?" minho teased, brushing a strand of hair away from jisung's face.

"I just... I wanted to tell you something," jisung began, the words tumbling out a little uncertainly. his cheeks tinted pink, and his gaze lowered, as if he was suddenly shy.

minho's fingers found their way back to jisung's cheek, guiding his gaze back up to him. "hey, you know you can tell me anything, sungie."

jisung smiled a little, reassured by minho's gentle touch. he took a breath, and then, with a vulnerability that minho could tell was both thrilling and a little terrifying for him, he spoke.

"you know... you're my first everything, right?" jisung's voice was so soft that minho almost missed the words, but when he heard them, they settled in his heart like the gentlest of weights, making it beat a little faster.

for a moment, minho didn't respond, his eyes searching jisung's face as if trying to understand all the meaning behind those words.

jisung's cheeks flushed even deeper as he began listing each "first" slowly, deliberately, like he wanted minho to truly hear and understand.

"my first best friend," he whispered, holding minho's gaze. "my first kiss... my first boyfriend..." he paused, his voice catching a little. "my first love. my first time, my first everything."

the words hung between them, fragile and raw, and minho's hand stilled on jisung's cheek as he absorbed the depth of what he'd just been told.

jisung's sincerity, the trust and love he was showing him, was overwhelming in a way he hadn't anticipated. minho's vision blurred slightly as he felt tears pricking his eyes.

"you're my first everything, minho," jisung repeated, his voice a little more certain this time as he reached up to brush a thumb over minho's cheek.

minho didn't know what to say; he felt his chest tighten with the weight of his feelings. slowly, he drew jisung even closer, pressing their foreheads together as he closed his eyes, letting a few tears slip free.