minsung one shots

our weekend

ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇʸ hvvcltz
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fluff. slight angst / 11751
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warning: the cutest story i've ever written

minho and jisung had been dating for a while now, a little over two years, though neither of them had really kept a strict count. time with jisung never felt like something that needed tracking. it just moved, smooth and warm like a river in spring, and minho had happily let himself be carried by it.

they'd met during college - a shared elective, something about modern performance theory that neither of them truly cared about. minho had taken it on a dare. jisung, on a last-minute registration panic. they'd sat next to each other one rainy afternoon and had been tied together ever since. not in a dramatic, world-shaking kind of way, but in the quiet, consistent rhythm of two people who had decided to keep choosing each other, day after day.

jisung didn't talk much about his family. not in a bitter way, not like he was hiding anything - more like he just didn't think about them much. he mentioned his mom sometimes, mostly when he was cooking and instinctively reached for more sesame oil than any normal recipe called for. his dad came up when they passed by hardware stores. and his little brother, ji-hun - well, he was barely a blip in minho's knowledge of jisung's life.

it was strange for jisung to have a little brother - he was 23 year-old, almost 24, but when he was nineteen, his parents had decided that they wanted another kid.

so there was the 4 year-old ji-hun now.

minho had only seen the kid once, over a year ago. they'd been heading out to a late dinner - jisung was already halfway through the door when a tiny hand clutched at his pants and a small, fierce voice declared, "you said you'd play with me!"

minho had turned just in time to see a flurry of messy black hair, wide angry eyes, and a pout that could rival jisung's on his worst days. jisung had sighed, muttered something about "being in trouble again," and crouched down to gently pry the little boy off him. minho had watched the scene like a stranger passing by a window - amused, a little curious, but firmly outside of it.

and that had been it. the only time minho saw ji-hun.

until today.

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jisung was supposed to have a sleepover at minho's for the weekend. it wasn't just any sleepover - it was the weekend they'd been looking forward to for what felt like forever. both of them had been swamped lately, with jisung juggling assignments for his internship and part-time work, and minho knee-deep in finalizing a choreography piece that had eaten up most of his free time. this weekend had been their light at the end of the tunnel.

they had planned everything. they'd made a shared playlist titled 'our weekend of chaos', filled with songs they both loved - some soft and slow, some absolutely insane, mostly k-pop b-sides that no one but them seemed to appreciate.

they'd voted on which movies to rewatch: howl's moving castle, of course, because it was minho's comfort movie, and shrek 2 because jisung said it was "objectively a cinematic masterpiece." there was a vague but very serious list of games they were going to play, from mario kart to an overly competitive game of uno that had ended in tragedy the last time.

and snacks. oh, the snacks. they had discussed and debated what to eat like they were planning a wedding menu - dumplings, instant tteokbokki, and a suspicious amount of strawberry milk.

but all of that came crashing down saturday morning.

jisung had barely rolled out of bed, hair messy, wearing a wrinkled oversized t-shirt that said "sleep is for the weak", when his mom cornered him in the kitchen, her expression twisted with guilt.