Minho basically came stumbling into the cabin and quickly shut the door, closing off the storm that raged outside. Jisung couldn’t help laughing at the don’s unruly appearance as he his clothes ran like a river onto the carpet.
“Are you going to say an old person thing like ‘it’s raining cats and dogs out there’?” Jisung teased, watching with great admiration while Minho ran his hand through his soaked hair.
“We’ve talked about this, if you call me old, I’ll start calling you kid.”
“I was making fun of the way you talk, not commenting on your age.”
Minho scoffed, shaking his head. “Brat.”
Jisung grinned and motioned at the two bags now sitting at Minho’s feet. “Do you need help with any of that while you… sort yourself out?”
“No, you just sit there and look pretty while I hop in the shower. I’m making the food, so don’t you dare step foot into that kitchen while I’m in the bathroom.”
“Was that an attempt at flirting?”
Minho crossed the cabin, ruffling Jisung’s hair as he passed. “No, you’re just pretty, it’s a fact. Now stay.”
“Yes sir.” Jisung mocked a salute, which made Minho roll his eyes before he disappeared into the bathroom. Curiosity got the best of Jisung and he ran over to the bags, rummaging through them to see what there was. They contained nothing of interest, which only made him more curious about what the mafia don was planning.
Once Minho was cleaned up and in fresh clothes, he got to work in the kitchen, refusing to answer Jisung’s questions about what he was making and why. Jisung eventually gave up asking and just watched Minho cook. His pushed back hair and rolled up sleeves really decorated the scene, and Jisung was enjoying it.
He couldn’t seem to look at anything else, and his mind circled around in a dance with his heart. Jisung hadn’t noticed until now that he’d missed Minho today. A lot, actually. The cabin was strangely empty in his absence, which didn’t really make sense, considering he was with Seungmin all day. Still, his heart felt at peace yet elated the moment Minho walked through that door.
Oh shit. I think I like him. A lot.
Jisung didn’t shake the thoughts away this time, instead watching the don cook for him with a small smile on his face. Maybe he was a little crazy for liking this man, but… he didn’t really care.
It wasn’t until Minho was nearly done that Jisung realized what he was making. “Is that Bulgogi?”
Minho smiled crookedly. “That took you longer to figure out than I thought it would.”
“Hey, it’s not like I have a clear view of what you’re doing,” Jisung defended. He popped to his feet and wandered over to the kitchen. “Is this keeping your promise of fighting me over dinner?”
“It is, actually. I’m glad you remembered.”
“Of course I did, I don’t have the memory of a goldfish.”
“Actually…”
Jisung laughed in realization. “Wait, you can’t use that against me. I didn’t forget everything, my memories were taken. Aside from that, I have an excellent memory.”
Minho smiled as he began dishing the food. “You do have a good memory, I will give you that. That’s one of the reasons you were the main informant for Nightfield, right?”
“One of many, yes.”
“Alright, I get it, you’re amazing in every other way.”
“There you go.”
A loud rumble of thunder shook the cabin as the pair brought the food over to the table. The sound of the storm was strangely comforting.
“I do want to clarify, though,” Minho suddenly added. “When was the last time you had a fainting spell? I know they’ve lessened over the week, but I want to be sure you’re okay.”
“Oh. Well I got a little dizzy when I was training with Seungmin today, but other than that I’ve been fine.”
“Good.”
“So,” Jisung said, sitting with Minho at the table, “how does this work? Do we eat and then someone says ‘go’ and we just… take each other down, or what?”
Minho shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. We want to enjoy this dinner, after all. Besides, it’ll be much better if we just let it happen. If we end up competing, great, if not, we had a good meal.”
“I guess that’s true, but why?”
“It’s like sex. It’s so much better when it just happens.” Minho dug into the food casually while Jisung flushed red.
Jisung couldn’t seem to move, watching Minho eat his food as if he were sitting in a fancy restaurant. Is he messing with me on purpose?
“Jisung, eat your food,” Minho said lowly, his eyes still on his plate.
Wordlessly, Jisung dug in, and he decided a moment later to mess with Minho right back. “I guess this is decent, though I’ve had better.”
Minho paused, glaring at him from under his brows. “Bold of you to say so after I’ve tried your cooking.”
“My cooking is far better than yours, you just don’t want to admit that,” Jisung quipped, innocently looking away as he took another bite.
“You sound like a child.”
“How so?”
“It’s like saying ‘my toy is bigger than yours’.”
“Now that just sounds wrong.”
Minho tilted his head. “Who’s dirty minded now?”
“You’re the one who was talking about sex like two seconds ago.”
Minho shrugged. “Alright, fair point, but I still think my cooking is superior to yours.” Jisung opened his mouth to argue back, but Minho shoved his fork full of food into his mouth, shutting him up. “Now tell me that tastes bad, love. That’s right, you can’t.”
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze as Jisung finished the food. He wiped a bit of sauce off his lip, and Minho’s eyes traced the movement.
Lightning illuminated the windows behind Minho, and like a switch had been flipped, Jisung sprang from his seat as he grabbed a knife.
Minho grinned and launched out of his chair, narrowly dodging the swing of the knife before grabbing his opponents exposed arm.
Jisung reacted quickly, dropping the knife and throwing Minho over his shoulder and onto the couch behind him. Minho dragged him over with him, and the pair tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Minho pinned Jisung down. Jisung’s knee flew into his gut, giving him just enough room to roll free. They swiped at each other, but not a single hit landed.
Jisung bounced back, a grin bright on his face as he kept his hands up in a fighting stance. “What happened, Minho?” he crooned. “I thought you could beat me every time. Losing your touch?”
“That was a surprise attack, keep in mind,” Minho reminded, slowly circling him. He lunged.
Jisung danced back.
A deafening crack of lightning split the air and the lights flickered. The next thing Jisung knew, he was on the floor, trying to get the upper hand while Minho tried wrestling him back down.
Jisung pinned his opponent down. He let out a short laugh of victory. “Take that you brute-“
The air rushed from his lungs and the world blurred. His back hit the floor, his wrists pinned down by heavy hands.
Another crack of lightning, and the pair froze.
Minho’s face was mere inches from Jisung’s as they caught their breath, their eyes locked. The raging storm outside matched the racing hearts inside.
Jisung’s mind was blank. Everything seemed to fade away except for Minho. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing. They stared at each other. Something akin to excitement rippled through his being as Minho’s eyes flicked down to his lips.
Kiss me.
Minho took in a sharp breath and started pushing himself up. “I probably shouldn’t-“
Jisung cupped Minho’s face and pulled him down, lifting himself up to meet halfway, and cautiously brushed their lips together in a ghost of a kiss. The touch was barely there, but it sent tingles and sparks through his body.
That was all the confirmation he needed. Minho’s hand traveled to the back of Jisung’s neck, pulling him closer tenderly as their lips molded together. Minho lightly tugged at Jisung’s hair, angling his head up and giving himself full access to deepening the kiss.
Jisung’s mind grew hazy as heat built up between them, and he dug his fingers into Minho’s soft hair. Their pace steadily increased, losing themselves in each other.
Jisung didn’t realize they were moving until his back was against the floor, but he didn’t care, instead reveling in the feeling of Minho and the way his body was reacting to him. Minho’s other hand snaked up to rest against the base of Jisung’s throat, and then he pushed him down, raising his head, just a little.
“Breathe, love,” he whispered, briefly meeting Jisung’s eyes.
Holy shit.
Jisung’s head fell back when Minho’s lips suddenly met the skin of his throat just below his jaw. He tried to focus on catching his breath, but he was having a hard time with the mouth on his skin trailing down his throat at an agonizingly slow pace.
His body jolted slightly, and his heart skyrocketed. “Minho,” he murmured.
Minho raised his head in order to meet his eyes. “Are you okay, love?”
I need to breathe, geeze. Jisung couldn’t believe this was happening and he had to stare into Minho’s dark eyes to bring himself back into focus. “I’m okay…” He lightly kissed Minho’s lips. “You’re just going too slow.”
A smirk grew on Minho’s handsome face. “Too slow? Yet here I thought you were having a hard time breathing.”
“Min-” Jisung bit back a pathetic sound as the don’s lips attached to his again, his hand slipping under the edge of Jisung’s shirt.
Their bodies and lips were tangled together, heat building between them after weeks of tension. And they both quickly realized they needed more.
Minho’s fingers went further up Jisung’s shirt as he kissed his neck again. “Do you want this?” Minho murmured against his skin.
He didn’t need to ask what Minho meant. “If you do, yes,” Jisung answered breathlessly.
“Tell me the moment you change your mind.”
Jisung’s response was cut off with a gasp as Minho’s lips latched onto his throat again and moved slowly but intensely, like he was savoring every taste. Finally a bit frustrated, Jisung tried pulling him back into a proper kiss.
Minho pushed him down again, this time more harshly “Don’t be a brat, Jisung,” he warned softly. “If you’re patient, you’ll get exactly what you need.”
“You’re the worst.”
The quipped words only fueled the fire burning between them, and their lips and bodies crashed together once again. Jisung moaned as Minho bit his lip, and Minho took his chance to take complete control of the kiss and of Jisung.
Moments later, he was on his feet, carrying Jisung with him and kissing him again as they moved across the cabin and into the bedroom.
Shared breaths and tangled limbs drew them closer as emotions burned through their hearts and heated their skin. Racing minds slowed. Rough kisses were soothed by soft touches. Hearts and bodies synchronized as a storm raged outside.
⧫⧫⧫
Jisung’s finger lightly trailed up Minho’s arm and back down as he watched the window flicker with infrequent lightning. Though spent, they both remained awake in order to enjoy each other’s company.
Minho’s other arm tightened around Jisung’s waist. “You’re going to put me to sleep, love,” he murmured into his hair.
“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” Jisung teased, continuing the motion.
“I don’t want this to end. I don’t know what I’ll do if I wake up and this ends up being a dream.”
Jisung understood that completely. He didn’t want this to be a dream either. “If it is a dream, we’ll know what to do when we wake up.”
Minho pulled him impossibly closer. “Don’t even joke about that,” he said, though his tone was light. “How about another shower, that’ll give us more time like this.”
“No,” Jisung protested with a small laugh. “I don’t think I can handle a fourth round. You’re a monster, I’m going to be sore.”
“I’m sorry, love. I’ll take extra care of you, okay?”
“You better.” Jisung’s heart was so full it could burst. His feelings for Minho were only growing stronger with each passing moment, which was oddly frightening. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this strongly about someone. “Minho, I like you. A lot.”
Minho chuckled softly. “You said that a few times right there at the start.”
“Well I mean it.” Jisung slowly turned over so he was facing Minho now. “I know it might be a little obvious since I don’t just sleep with anyone, but I want to keep things crystal clear between us.”
Minho’s dark eyes glowed with warmth and admiration. “I will always encourage and agree to complete, transparent communication.”
Jisung smiled. “Good.”
Minho’s thumb lightly traced Jisung’s lips and over his cheek, slowly moving down his jaw as he took him in. “I’ve wanted you to be here, like this with me, for so long. I still can’t believe it’s real.”
Jisung’s heart squeezed. “I wish I could remember everything,” he whispered. “I want to know all of you, Minho.”
“You’ll get to know all of me. In time.” Minho pulled Jisung into his chest. “Let’s get some sleep now, it’s late.”
Jisung suddenly laughed against his partner’s chest. “Seungmin will actually be right this time.”
“What?” Minho asked with an uncertain laugh.
“He thought you were late today because he thought we… did this last night. I told him he was wrong. If he says the same thing tomorrow, what do I say? If I admit the truth, he’ll rub it in my face.”
Minho patted Jisung’s head. “Ah, don’t worry about that, love. I said I’d take extra care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do. Seungmin won’t be coming up tomorrow because I won’t be leaving.”
Satisfaction washed through Jisung in a wave, and he closed his eyes. “Good.”
“Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, Minho.”
⧫⧫⧫
Jisung woke up with his head under the pillows, and he was fine with that until he heard soft laughter coming from… somewhere. He fished himself out, wincing at the light in the room until he finally spotted Minho standing in the doorway, an adorable smile on his face.
“How were you breathing?” Minho asked, approaching the bed.
“The same way I’m alive after experiencing you: miracles,” Jisung muttered, tiredly rubbing his face. He smiled at Minho softly, loving the sight of him in such beautiful morning lighting.
Minho chuckled, placing himself on the bed. He held out a steaming mug, which Jisung hadn’t noticed. “Here, I made you some hot chocolate. I thought you could use a bit of a comfortable boost this morning.”
Jisung melted right then and there. “You are way too cute,” he said, making Minho blush as he took the warm cup. “Bless you for blessing me.” He took a slow sip of the drink, enjoying the warmth that it gave his body. “How did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in a long time. What about you?” He brushed his hand through Jisung’s messy black hair, settling some of the wild strands. “I didn’t tire you out too much, did I?”
It was Jisung’s turn to blush. It all felt so much more real in the light of day with the absence of the lightning that accompanied them last night. “I slept pretty well, but I won’t lie and say that I’m totally awake right now.”
“Well I’ve got breakfast cooking, would you like me to bring it to you?”
Jisung’s smile was small but bright. “You’d really give me breakfast in bed?” he asked, raising a playful eyebrow.
“If you would like, yes.”
“That’s cliche.”
“So?”
Jisung considered it. “I’ll come out and eat, help you clean up, and then I say we go back to bed. How does that sound?”
“It’s already 10:30, love, are you sure you want to go back to sleep?” Minho asked, the playful glint in his eye growing.
Jisung gave him a flat look. “And who kept me up so late?”
Minho dipped his head in defeat. “Alright, you got me there.” He got to his feet and held his hand out. “Need help?”
He was blushing again. “I might, hang on.” Jisung threw the blankets off, shivering slightly at the cold air that met him, and moved to the edge of the bed to stand. A small ache bloomed in his lower back and he glared up at the man watching him. “You’re the worst.”
“Is it that bad?” Minho was clearly trying to be sympathetic, but that was overshadowed by the smug tone in his voice.
Jisung took the offered hand. “I guess it could be worse, but it sure as hell isn’t comfortable.”
Minho took his strength into account this time and helped Jisung to his feet slowly and carefully. “You know if you want, I could carry you-“
“Please, I would like to keep some dignity,” Jisung joked, leaning into Minho’s side.
“You’re shivering, here.” Minho grabbed the hoodie he’d worn last night and threw it over Jisung’s head. He helped him put it on all the way. “I love seeing you in my clothes.”
“Technically, you’ve been seeing me in your clothes for months. Remember, all of mine were left at my apartment.”
The pair moved out of the bedroom as Minho argued back. “Actually, I had all those clothes bought for you. None were mine, I wouldn’t dare clothe my love in hand-me-downs.”
Jisung tried fighting his smile down, but he failed miserably. The smile that appeared widened as he saw an array of food laid out on the table and ready to be dished. “You must know I’m starving, this is a lot of food, Minho.”
Minho smirked as he helped Jisung sit at the table. “Well we burned a lot of calories last night, it would only make sense that we’d be hungry.”
Once again, Jisung flushed a shade deeper. “We were literally naked together and I’m still getting flustered, how is that possible?”
Minho set a few plates down on the table and sat down as well. “This is all new, love, those butterflies aren’t going away any time soon. In fact, I still get flustered when I’m with you.”
For some reason, that gave Jisung a small boost of confidence. “At least I have some power then.”
“Oh darling, you have all the power here.”
He’d said that before. Jisung smiled.
The pair ate so much, they didn’t want to clean up and instead decided to get to that later and go back to bed.
Jisung felt strangely shy as they crawled under the covers, and he found himself hesitant to get any closer to Minho. Minho seemed to notice this.
“If you want space, that’s alright. I don’t force you to do anything and I’m not gonna force you to cuddle me.”
Jisung turned to face him. “No, I want to… I’m just… I think I’m realizing what’s been happening and now I’m feeling… shy?” He covered his face. It was beyond embarrassing to admit that.
Minho chuckled fondly, wrapping his arms around Jisung and pulling him close. “That’s alright, Jisung. It’s cute.”
Jisung melted into Minho’s warm touch, feeling himself relax more than he’d relaxed in a long time. “You’re comfy.”
“So are you, love. Now sleep. Or we’ll both be grumpy.”
What Jisung felt in that moment was not butterflies, but fireflies. His soul was glowing, his body alive and warm with Minho’s comforting presence surrounding him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to love and rely on the don’s presence, but thinking of him leaving again tomorrow made something in his chest ache.
I’m falling for him. Hard.
—————– AAAAAAAAAAA
Okay, I just had to get that out there. Minsung has my whole heart, and it’s probably unhealthy, but heyyy whatever keeps me alive right?
Okay, also I lowkey hate when there’s a steamy kiss scene and it fades to black, like bruh. So I’m sorry to anyone that wanted some smut, I just can’t write it to save my life. Wish I could lol. If you don’t like smut… cool you didn’t need to read it lol.
Anyway, thanks for reading <*(^)*>
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