Red String | Minsung

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Jisung dragged Minho to the dinner table. They sat next to each other since they had no choice. "How the fuck am I gonna eat? Do I seriously have to use my left hand?" The blonde whined. "Yup. Unless you want me to feed you." Minho replied. Jisung scrunched his nose in disgust. "Hell no!" He exclaimed, making the older laugh. Jisung's parents joined them soon after.

The four of them ate, talking occasionally. Meanwhile, Jisung was struggling. "Goddamnit! Who knew it would be so hard to use chopsticks with my left hand!" Jisung groaned. He was not enjoying his birthday dinner. "Like I said, I could feed you." The brunette suggested. "No! Why do you keep suggesting that? Do you want to do it or something?" He accused. This prompted Minho to choke on his food.

"Are you okay, dear?" Jisung's mom asked worriedly. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." He stuttered out before drinking some water. The blonde kept an eye on Minho to make sure he was okay. The older eventually recovering and continued to eat. "So, Minho. I heard you two made up?" Jisung's father mentioned. The brunette nodded. "Yeah, there was a misunderstanding a while ago, I'm sure Jisung told you about it when it happened. We ended up talking and sorted it out." He informed.

"That's awesome! I'm glad you two made up, especially since you two are soulmates now." He beamed. "Ugh, please stop mentioning that. I've already had to think about it way too much." Jisung groaned. He attempted to pick up some tteokbokki, but to no avail. He huffed before glancing at the older. Minho noticed he was being stared at. "What?"

Jisung didn't want to say it out loud, so instead, he gestured at his chopsticks. "So now you want me to feed you? Make up your mind, 'Sung." Minho chuckled. The younger male became flustered. "Don't call me that! And you're finished eating." He pouted. Jisung wanted to smack the dumb smile off of the older's face. "You don't call me Hyung, so that means I can call you that, 'Sungie." Jisung's parents watched the two silently, gushing about how cute they are.

Jisung's face grew redder. "Come on, I don't have time for this! I just want cheesecake." He sulked. "I'll do it, but only if you call me Hyung." Minho offered. "How about I call you dumbass instead?" He retorted. "Jisung! Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can use that language!" His mother scolded. The older snickered. "Ugh, fine. Minho Hyung, feed me some damn food." He demanded. Minho obliged, still laughing. The older had a pink tint on his cheeks as he fed the younger.

Eventually, they all had finished eating and Jisung was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to eat his beloved cheesecake. His parents walked into the kitchen to get the cheesecake and Jisung could not hide his excitement. "Do you really like cheesecake that much?" Minho quizzed. "Uh, yeah. Of course, I do. You even knew that. We used to always have cheesecake when we were younger." Jisung scoffed. "Yeah, but I thought you would be sick of it by now." The older replied. "I could never get sick of cheesecake!" Jisung said, offended.

Not a minute later, his parents came back into the dining room with the cake. The candles were lit, and the two began to sing happy birthday, with Minho joining in. Jisung beamed as he stared at the delicious cake. He wanted to eat the entire thing, but he knew he wasn't allowed, unfortunately. They placed the cake in front of him, and he waited for them to finish singing so he could blow out the candles.

"Make a wish!" His father said. Jisung thought about what he should wish before he came up with one. I wish I'll find love soon. He spoke in his head before blowing out the candles. "Now take out the candles so I can eat!" He commanded. His dad laughed before taking them out. His mom cut the cake and set the pieces on plates. She handed the first piece to Jisung, and Minho right after. As soon as he got it, he remembered he would have to use his left hand again. He groaned.

Minho snickered as he ate his piece of cheesecake. "Don't taunt me." Jisung pouted. "I'll feed you again. Let me just finish mine." He told him. "Fine. but you better hurry up." He huffed. His birthday wasn't exactly playing out as he had hoped. Though, he still had cheesecake so he couldn't complain too much.