35th

As Jisung gradually surfaced from the depths of sleep, he found himself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth, the soft morning light gently coaxing him back to consciousness. With a languid stretch, he attempted to sit up, only to be met with resistance – a weight, heavy yet comforting, settled atop his chest, holding him in place.

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Jisung's gaze fell upon the source of the weight – Minho. There he lay, serene and undisturbed, his features softened by the morning light, strands of hair falling delicately across his forehead. The sight tugged at Jisung's heartstrings, filling him with a curious blend of warmth and vulnerability.

Reality crashed upon him with sudden clarity – the events of last night were not a figment of his imagination.

What the actual fuck.

The tender moments, the whispered confessions, the stolen glances – they were all real. Jisung felt a surge of panic rise within him, mingling with the fluttering sensation in his chest.

As he lay there, pinned beneath Minho's slumbering form, Jisung couldn't help but marvel at the intimacy of the moment. He could feel the steady rhythm of Minho's breaths against his skin, a reminder of the connection they shared. Yet, intertwined with the warmth of their closeness was a creeping sense of uncertainty, a fear of what lay ahead.

Am I dreaming?

With each passing moment, Jisung's cheeks grew warmer, a telltale blush spreading across his features. He felt like an idiot, caught in the whirlwind of his own emotions – the exhilaration of newfound love mingled with the anxiety of the unknown. Silently, he mulled over the implications of their newfound intimacy, grappling with the weight of his own feelings.

As Jisung's fingers timidly ventured into the soft strands of Minho's hair, a rush of warmth flooded through him, igniting a firestorm of sensation within his chest. With each gentle stroke, he felt as though he was unraveling the mysteries of the universe, one delicate thread at a time.

His heart quickened its pace, a rapid drumbeat echoing in his ears, drowning out the soft sounds of morning. The sensation of Minho's hair beneath his touch was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine and causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Every movement, every caress, felt like a revelation – a silent declaration of the emotions swirling within him. With each passing second, Jisung's cheeks grew warmer, suffused with a rosy hue that betrayed the depth of his feelings.

It was as though time itself had slowed to a crawl, allowing Jisung to savor the exquisite sweetness of the moment. Lost in the tender embrace of Minho's presence, he found himself surrendering to the intoxicating whirlwind of emotion, his fears and uncertainties melting away in the warmth of their connection.

As the tendrils of consciousness began to weave their way through Minho's mind, he found himself enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. The rhythmic rise and fall of Jisung's chest beneath his own served as a gentle lullaby, coaxing him back to the realm of wakefulness.

With feigned reluctance, Minho allowed his eyelids to flutter open ever so slightly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains casting a warm glow upon the scene before him. He could feel the soft strands of Jisung's hair tickling his cheek, the steady beat of his heart a soothing melody against his skin.

But instead of greeting the new day with open eyes, Minho decided to indulge in the blissful moment a little while longer. With a contented sigh, he snuggled closer to Jisung, relishing in the warmth of their embrace. He tightened his arms around him, pulling him closer still, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Feigning sleep, Minho buried his nose in the curve of Jisung's tummy, breathing in the familiar scent that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. He savored the feeling of Jisung's steady heartbeat beneath his touch, the rise and fall of his chest a comforting rhythm that lulled him back into a state of peaceful contentment.

With his eyes still closed, Minho let his hands wander gently across Jisung's waist, tracing invisible patterns against the soft fabric of his shirt. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as if he were mapping the contours of a cherished treasure hidden beneath.

In a voice still heavy with sleep, Minho murmured sweet words that melted Jisung's heart like honey on a warm summer day. "You feel like home," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Jisung's skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jisung's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson at Minho's words, his heart fluttering like a trapped bird within his chest. He felt a rush of warmth flood through him, washing away any lingering doubts or fears.

Unable to contain his own emotions any longer, Jisung let out a soft, breathless laugh, his fingers threading through Minho's hair once more. "You're such a sap," he teased, though his voice was laced with affection.

But beneath the playful banter, Jisung couldn't deny the swell of emotion rising within him – a profound sense of gratitude and love for the man nestled against him, whispering sweet words in the quiet moments of the morning. And as he felt Minho's arms tighten around him, drawing him closer still, Jisung knew with a certainty that transcended words – this was where he belonged, in the embrace of the one who held his heart.

With a soft chuckle, Minho shifted slightly, his morning voice still laced with traces of sleepiness that Jisung found undeniably captivating. "Do you think," he began, his words carrying a playful lilt, "that if we stay like this long enough, the world might just forget to wake up?"

Jisung couldn't help but smile at Minho's whimsical musings, the corners of his lips curling upwards in a tender expression of fondness. "I wouldn't mind," he admitted, his voice soft and warm like the morning sun. "As long as I get to wake up to you by my side."

Minho's heart skipped a beat at Jisung's words, a surge of affection swelling within him like a tide of warmth. "You know," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles along Jisung's back, "I think I could get used to this – waking up to you, with the whole world on pause just for us."

—

Weeks had passed since that tender morning, yet the bond between Jisung and Minho only grew stronger with each stolen moment they shared. Despite the thrill of their newfound connection, they kept their budding romance a closely guarded secret, wary of the prying eyes and wagging tongues that lurked in the shadows.

Their rendezvous became clandestine affairs, hidden away from the curious gaze of their peers. They would steal moments together in secluded corners, hearts pounding with the exhilarating rush of forbidden love. With each secret kiss, each stolen touch, they felt the intoxicating pull of desire igniting like a flame in the darkness.

As they lingered in the shadows, wrapped up in each other's arms, Jisung and Minho felt alive in a way they had never known before. The adrenaline coursing through their veins, the thrill of being together against all odds – it was a heady concoction that left them dizzy with excitement, like teenagers drunk on the sweetness of first love.

In those stolen moments, they were free – free to be themselves, free to love without fear or reservation. And as they reveled in the warmth of each other's embrace, they knew that no matter the obstacles they faced, as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

With a skip in his step and a flutter of excitement in his chest, Jisung made his way to Minho's company, a brown paper bag containing their lunch swinging lightly from his hand. His guitar was slung over his back, a constant companion on his journey to see the one who held his heart.

Determined to keep their meetings under wraps, Jisung donned a mask over his face and pulled a cap low over his eyes, disguising his identity from prying eyes. He couldn't risk the rumors that would surely swirl if their secret rendezvous were discovered.

As he arrived at the company, Jisung's heart raced with anticipation, his pulse quickening at the thought of seeing Minho once more. With a quick glance around to ensure he remained unnoticed, he slipped inside, the familiar corridors leading him to the heart of Minho's world.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Jisung waited until Minho was fully immersed in his dance routine before making his move. Quietly, he slipped behind the door, locking it with a soft click to ensure their privacy. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, knowing the surprise that awaited Minho on the other side.

As Minho finished a particularly intricate sequence, he turned with a flourish, only to freeze in place at the sight before him. There, standing in the doorway, was Jisung, his mask and cap discarded to reveal his familiar face, a playful smile dancing upon his lips.

Setting down the lunch and carefully unstrapping his guitar, Jisung watched with admiration as Minho's movements flowed effortlessly, each step a testament to his passion and dedication. And as their eyes met across the room, a silent understanding passed between them – here, in this quiet sanctuary of creativity, they were free to be themselves, free to love without fear or inhibition.

The look of surprise that crossed Minho's features quickly melted into one of pure delight, his eyes lighting up with joy at the sight of the person he loved standing before him. Without a word, he crossed the room in quick strides, gathering Jisung into his arms in a tight embrace.

"I missed you," Minho whispered against Jisung's ear, his voice filled with emotion. "Having you here with me, it feels like everything is right in the world."

Jisung's heart swelled with warmth at Minho's words, his own arms wrapping around him in a tender embrace. And as they stood there, locked in each other's embrace, Jisung couldn't help but steal another sweet kiss, his lips meeting Minho's in a silent declaration of love.

For Minho, each kiss felt like a drug he couldn't live without, a rush of euphoria that left him craving more with each passing moment. In the sweetness of their embrace, he found solace and sanctuary, a haven from the chaos of the world outside.

And as they lingered in the warmth of their shared affection, Jisung knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they had each other, they had everything they needed to weather the storms that lay ahead.

As Minho held him close, Jisung couldn't help but giggle softly under his touch, the warmth of Minho's embrace chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. "I missed you too," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with affection. "It's strange, isn't it? How much I've come to rely on having you around."

A blush rose to Jisung's cheeks as he spoke, his heart pounding with the weight of unspoken emotions. He longed to call Minho his boyfriend, to hold his hand and share tender moments without fear or hesitation. But they existed in a liminal space, neither fully friends nor lovers, navigating the delicate dance of their feelings with caution and care.

"And yet," Jisung continued, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "I don't know what to call us. We're not just friends, but we're not quite... something more either. What are we hyung.."

He trailed off, uncertain of how to articulate the complex emotions swirling within him. But as Minho's fingers traced gentle circles against his skin, a sense of peace washed over him, grounding him in the present moment.

"Maybe we don't need labels," Jisung suggested, a tentative smile gracing his lips. "Maybe we can just be... whatever this is. As long as I have you by my side, that's all that matters."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Minho's embrace, Jisung felt a glimmer of hope flicker within him – hope for a future where they could openly love and cherish each other without fear or reservation.

Minho's heart swelled with a mixture of love and determination as he listened to Jisung's words. With a gentle smile, he brushed his thumb across Jisung's cheek, wiping away the traces of uncertainty that lingered there.

"I promise," Minho said softly, his voice filled with conviction. "One day, we won't have to hide anymore. One day, we'll be free to call each other ours without fear or hesitation."

He held Jisung's gaze, his eyes shining with sincerity. "I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen," he continued, his voice unwavering. "I won't rest until we can walk hand in hand, without a care in the world."

With a tender kiss pressed to Jisung's forehead, Minho silently vowed to protect their love, to nurture it until it could bloom freely in the light of day. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, Minho knew that no matter the obstacles they faced, as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.

As they lingered in each other's embrace, Minho's gaze drifted to the lunch bag Jisung had brought, a curious glint in his eyes. Spotting something familiar, his face lit up with delight.

"Is that pudding?!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.

Jisung grinned, nodding as he pulled back slightly from their embrace. "Yes, your favorite," he replied, a playful twinkle in his eye.

——————23rd mar sat 2024

soon i'm having a break, so more chapters coming soon. stay tuned :3since i love art i wanna share my recent work i've been doing!

edit: 10k!!! i love yall sm