AS: PZ || Minsung

Chapter 31: Cuddly

    Jisung was panicking on the inside, kicking himself for being clingy. As soon as Minho held his hand, Jisung was thrown into a deep need to be cuddled. "You put me in a cuddly mood, dammit!" he complained. His face was turned away from Minho's, who's state was no different. "Sorry..." he heard Minho mumble. Instead of replying, Jisung buried his face into Minho's chest, embarrassed.
    The glasses-clad boy didn't think it possible for his face to get any redder. Yet, as a quiet laugh came from the boy under him, Jisung could feel his face growing hot again. "Don't laugh at me!" Jisung said, sitting up. Minho smiled mischievously, sitting up as well. At this motion, the two's faces were inches apart. "Why?" Minho asked quietly, staring daggers into Jisung's soul. "Because- I- because-"
    Jisung didn't seem to be able to form a complete sentence. His cheeks were a deep crimson, eyes wide, and heart beating rapidly. "What was the question?" he asked, covering his face with his hands. Minho laughed loudly, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist and laying back down with him. "Adorable," Minho whispered. Jisung uncovered his eyes only. "What? I didn't hear you," he said. "Adorable," Minho repeated louder.
    Since when was Minho so bold?
    Jisung let out a high pitched squeak, wiggling around in an attempt to break free of Minho's arms. "I thought you were feeling cuddly?" Minho questioned, tightening his grip slightly. Jisung pouted, grabbing a pillow and stuffing his face in it. Minho smiled lovingly, unseen by Jisung, and said, "You're cute when you're flustered."
    A knock sounded at the door, Jisung trying desperately to get out of Minho's arms before-
    "Come in!"
    Mrs. Han walked into the room with a small, "Oh my word!" Minho smiled at her brightly. Jisung, still very red, wiggled around until he was facing his mother. "What is it?" he asked, avoiding eye contact. "I was gonna say there are cookies... But it looks like you're busy! I'll leave you to it!" Jisung, with a sudden burst of energy, finally broke free of Minho's hold. "No! Nope! Not busy, we'll come down now!"
    As Jisung ran down the stairs, his mom and crush laughed at his flustered state. "So... You like my son?" Minho nodded saying, "Yes ma'am, very much so." Mrs. Han smiled and looked at the stairs. "I can tell you're a good kid, so please take care of him for me." With the reassurance that Jisung's mom approved, Minho gained a little more confidence.