#jeahyun

[daydreamingyuta]

Lullaby | Jaehyun

summary: fluff, drabble, listening in on your husband, jaehyun, sing a lullaby to your daughter in order to persuade her back to sleep wc: 520

You sigh as the hot water hits your shoulders, finally letting yourself relax after another long day that's been busy with chores around the house and taking care of your daughter. You headed straight to the shower after you put her to bed, this precious time being the only time to yourself today.

Usually days weren't so tiresome. With your husband helping, you two were able to perfectly balance everything, but on the days where Jaehyun had to work late, the day left you needing several shots of espresso to get through.

You took your time in the shower and enjoyed every second of it. Even your skincare, something that you used to find tedious, has become one of your favorite parts of the day because it was just nice to spend a little time on yourself.

It wasn't until you had gotten dressed in your pajamas and wrapped your hair up in a towel, that you heard the distinct sound of Jaehyun's voice. He must have come home while you were still in the shower, the running water making it so you couldn't hear the garage door opening.

You leave your bedroom and start your way downstairs to the kitchen where you assumed he was until you saw the glow of light coming from inside your daughter's room. When you had left her she was fast asleep, but she's always been a light sleeper, so the sound of Jaehyun coming home must have woken her.

You tiptoe your way to them, trying not to disrupt, while also seeing what they were doing. As soon as you make your way to her door, you stop right there and just listen. Jaehyun was singing her to sleep, a little lullaby that he's sung hundreds of times since your daughter was born.

Your husband's melodic voice always had a special effect on her and it was the easiest way to get her back to sleep. Even you, after being with Jaehyun for many years, relished hearing him sing because his pretty voice was the very thing that made you fall in love in the first place. 

The lullaby ends and you hear Jaehyun kiss her, presumably on the top of her head like he always does. You must have been feeling a bit more emotional today because you found that your heart was completely melted at this precious moment between the two people you loved the very most.

You waited as he tucked her into bed and turned off her lights, greeting him out in the hall. "She must have woken up when I came home." Jaehyun whispers, closing her door.

“Hm, you’re such a good dad, Jae.” You hum as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. He kisses you back, welcoming your familiar embrace that he's been craving all day. “I’ve missed you so much today, angel. I bet you’re tired.”

You nod your head and close your eyes resting your head in the crook of his neck. “A little.”

He rakes his fingers through your hair. “Let me wash up real quick and then I can sing my other girl to sleep, hm?"

[ohhsaki]

sending this selfie before enlisting yeah he is so going to hell (glad that he is against deforestation tho, love the environmentalists ♥)

[bts-aera]

Relationship w/ NCT

Lee Taeyong

Started off as friends because of her friendship with Jaehyun since the two of them hung out a lot

She's been really worried about his back even though he tries to downplay it

Was extremely supportive when he made his solo debut and sent him flowers and a cake for his first performance on a music show

They rarely hang out just the two of them, it's not for any specific reason just that it's usually when she hangs out with other NCT members.

Gives him serious respect for being the leader of 20 people

Jeong Jaehyun

Even though he rarely replies in the '97 group chat, it's normally her that he replies to when he does.

When he's free he does try to meet up with her

They're so comfortable around each other that it can sometimes look like they're dating from the outside looking in

Teases her about not making a move with Mingyu

She was the first person she told about her crush

She has made it to every NCT concert in Seoul that she was in Korea for

Is the reason she is friends with the other NCT members

Ten Lee

she adores him SO MUCH

He thinks she is adorable and calls her his baby (platonically)

She was angry about SM keeping him in the dungeon for as long as they did

She was just as excited as him when he finally debuted with WayV

Constantly recommends his solo music when on live

He makes sure to include her in the dance challenges for every comeback

Johnny Suh

They do dumb shit together

They screw with each other like actual siblings

Knew him from when she trained at SM

When they hang out it's like they share a brain cell and the IQs drop

They bicker and argue with each other

Meeting his mom is on her bucket list

Mark Lee

Considers him another little brother

Is her favorite rapper outside of her own group's rap line

She is his favorite Noona

Because he's in so many groups and is constantly busy she worries about him

If they talk and he hasn't eaten she'll find a way to get him food

At award shows she always gets hyped at his parts, embarrassing her own group half the time.

She wants to protect him at all costs

When she reads anything about his health she fretts and it takes a lot to placate her, but he sorta loves it because it makes him feel cared for

Everyone knows that he's a huge fan of her and it's known that she takes care of him well.

His favorite Sunbae

Yuta Nakamoto

Loves Aera to death and is mildly obsessed with her.

Thinks she's the cutest thing to walk this earth.

She is his favorite person, after Mark and Winwin of course

She practices her Japanese on him and does her best to communicate solely in Japanese.

They often go get Japanese food when they meet up or have it delivered.

When they hang out there's a lot of skinship because that's just how comfortable they are with each other.

She doesn't see him as much as she wants but she tries to at least keep in contact with him

[kongixslu111102]

Am such a slut for jaehyun like OMO !!!!!!!??!??!!!!!!!!!!????!!?

[mingkiz]

why is he like so fine?

[pandacherryblossoms]

♡⊹₊˚ A Day Full of Surprises ₊˚⊹♡

Genre: Fluff

wc: 1335

It was the perfect combination of two of your favorite days: Jaehyun’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. You had spent weeks preparing the perfect surprise for him, and you couldn’t wait to see his reaction. Your apartment was filled with balloons in shades of red, pink, and black, giving it a sleek yet romantic vibe. There were birthday banners, piles of gifts, and Valentine’s surprises scattered around the room. You even had a cake ready for him and a cute handmade card to show how much he meant to you. You were sure it was going to be a perfect day.

At the same time, Jaehyun had been preparing his own surprise for you. His bedroom had been transformed with heart-shaped balloons, soft candles, and a giant teddy bear sitting on the bed. He had put so much thought into it, and you couldn’t wait to see it.

The morning arrived, and you were buzzing with excitement. You got ready, slipping into something special for Jaehyun, making sure everything was perfect for him.

You went downstairs to meet him, and when you reached the bottom of the stairs, you spotted him waiting by his car, his warm smile instantly putting you at ease.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” you greeted him with a grin. “And happy birthday.”

Jaehyun pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you. You’re already making today amazing.”

You smiled up at him, your heart fluttering. “Let’s head out for lunch. I’m starving.”

The two of you enjoyed a lovely lunch, catching up and sharing laughs. You talked about everything under the sun, and time seemed to fly by. After finishing up, Jaehyun suddenly turned to you, his eyes mischievous.

“Hey, can we stop by my place? I forgot something,” he said with a smile.

You nodded, wondering what he might have forgotten.

When you got to his place, Jaehyun led you inside and casually walked to the back of the apartment. “I’ll be back in a second,” he said, giving you a gentle nudge toward the couch. You nodded, waiting for him to return.

A minute or two passed, and Jaehyun called from the back, “Hey, come here for a second.”

You got up and walked toward the back of the apartment. When you stepped into the bedroom, you were met with a sight that took your breath away. The room had been transformed into a beautiful, romantic haven. Heart-shaped balloons floated gently above the bed, soft candles flickered around the room, and there, sitting on the bed, was a giant teddy bear.

But what really caught your attention was the large arrangement of letters spelling out “Will you be my Valentine?” in front of the bed. It was perfect, and you could see all the care and love Jaehyun had put into every detail.

Jaehyun, holding a large bouquet of flowers, smiled at you. “Surprise. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he said softly.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you took in everything. You walked toward him, throwing your arms around him, your voice shaky. “This is incredible. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Jaehyun chuckled, holding you tight. “I wanted to. You deserve this.”

You wiped away a few tears, laughing lightly. “I wasn’t going to tell you yet, but I have a surprise for you too.”

Jaehyun smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You do? What is it?”

“Let’s go to my place now so I can show you your surprise,” you said, your excitement bubbling over.

Jaehyun nodded, “Okay, but let me show you everything I got you first.”

With a soft chuckle, he led you to a small corner of the room where he’d set up all the little gifts he’d gotten for you. He showed you chocolates, sweet little trinkets, and of course, the giant teddy bear. “These are for you. I hope you like them.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with appreciation. “I love them. Thank you so much.”

The two of you left for your apartment, where Jaehyun’s eyes widened in awe as soon as you walked in. The entire living room was filled with balloons, and a large banner that read “Happy Birthday” hung proudly on the wall. The table was filled with presents, Valentine’s Day gifts, and a heart-shaped cake you had baked just for him.

Jaehyun turned to you, his expression softening as he took it all in. “This… this is perfect. I don’t know what to say.”

You smiled brightly, your heart swelling with love. “I just wanted to make today as special as you are.”

Jaehyun walked toward you and kissed you deeply. “You’re amazing. Thank you for this.”

You pulled away with a smile, reaching into your bag. “And I made this for you too,” you said, pulling out the handmade card you’d been holding onto.

Jaehyun’s eyes softened as he opened it, his lips curving into a warm smile as he read the sweet words you had written for him. “You always know how to make my heart feel full,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, looking up at him with all the love you felt in your heart.

“I love you too,” Jaehyun replied, leaning in for another kiss.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening together, laughing, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company. As the night settled in, Jaehyun pulled you close, resting his head on your shoulder. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “This has been the best day ever.”

“I love you too,” you replied softly, snuggling closer. “Happy birthday and happy Valentine’s Day, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun smiled as he kissed you once more. “Let’s make this day last forever.”

And as you both curled up together, basking in the warmth of each other’s love, you knew that this was only the beginning of many more special moments to come.

[crazy-hazy-sims]

I have bad news i have very bad news I thought i was immune to NCT but today i saw one (1) gif accidentally of one of the members while i was looking for a cat gif and instantly folded

[wvonycunq]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐ Dandelions in the sky ⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚

[moondaepuppy]

Our long suffering regressor

[ohhsaki]

Unconditional

[boynextdoormyungjaehyuncrazyfan]

New banner hehee

[pixlpxie]

The Jaehyun-ification of Yunho

[seokmn]

✎ᝰDEAR DIARY PT.2 .ᐟ⋆⑅˚₊

pairing: jaehyun x gn!reader wc: 1.5k words warning: none! lua's note: a few people asked for part two so here it is ^^ hope u enjoy! in case you didn’t read, part one is here

“boy, you do something to me”

“Hey, Y/N,” Jeahyun took you by the hand, preventing you from walking around the mall. You looked back at his warm hand holding yours and then at his face, a small smile on his lips as his eyes were focused on somewhere else. “Do you want to drink something?”

Before you could answer, he started to walk towards the kiosk, his hand still holding yours. “How silly of me to ask, you always want something to drink.”

“That’s not true…” You mumbled, knowing he was damn right about that.

“Hello! I’d like to order two pink lemonades, one with ice and the other without, please.”

You felt your heart beat faster than ever. It was such a trivial thing, but the thought of Jaehyun not even having to ask you what you would want to drink because he knows damn too well your favorite drink made you feel flustered. You didn’t want to show him that, you wanted him to think that you found that annoying, however, you knew that if he looked at you for too long he would have you all figured out.

The attendant nodded with a small smile on her face and turned her back to prepare his order.

“Ya,” you hit Jaehyun’s chest. “Why didn’t you ask me what I wanted to order? I didn’t say I wanted a pink lemonade”

“You didn’t have to, I know you love the pink lemonade from this place, with lots of ice cubes. Plus, if I let you choose the kiosk and the drink, where and what would you order?”

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest, not being able to give him an answer that he wouldn’t expect to his question. “Whatever, you could’ve at least asked me.”

“If you didn’t want the pink lemonade you could just tell me and I would ask for another drink. Then you would have the drink you wanted and the pink lemonade for later.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you took the drink from the attendant’s hand once she was finished, smiled and thanked her for her work. You waited for Jaehyun to do the same and pay her. “Anyways, thanks for the drink. I’m paying for the popcorn, just so you know.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Jaehyun took a sip of his drink and looked away with a fake innocent smile when you shot a glare at him.

You didn’t understand why Jaehyun was acting like that. Sure, he always teased you, but not like that. Never like that.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even let him know how flustered you were getting. You had to put on a show and pretend to be annoyed, but you didn’t know for how long you’d be able to keep going with the facade.

As you got inside the movie theater and sat on your seats, Jaehyun saw the way you were holding the pink lemonade’s cup with your jacket covering your palm because of how cold it was, he scoffed and took the drink from you.

“Seriously,” he placed a hand on his pocket and took a napkin out of it, wrapping it around the cup and handing it back to you. “Are you a kid or what?”

“Shush, it’s not my fault that it’s too cold. You’re the one who asked the lady to put ice on it!”

“Yeah, because you always drink with ice, if I had asked without you'd have complained. Now keep quiet because the movie will start soon and I don’t want people telling us to shut up.”

Jaehyun was holding the popcorn bucket, but he leaned it towards your direction so it would be easier for you to grab them.

You couldn’t even enjoy the movie properly, you were always glancing at Jaehyun, and most of the time you found him already looking at him, but he would immediately look back at the huge screen.

You were wondering if you were going insane or if Jaehyun was really acting strangely. He was way too excited about watching that movie, why was he paying attention to you instead of to the movie?

You shrugged the thought off and tried to pay attention to the movie, only to fail miserably when you felt his arm slowly making its way to your shoulder. Your internal reaction was to freak out in your mind, but your body leaned forward to make room for his arm to rest around your shoulder without you even realizing. You only realized when you felt the warmth of his arm behind your neck.

Jaehyun had to look away to hide his shiny grin when you let him place his arm around your shoulder. Okay, Jaehyun, keep casual. You got this.

He took a deep breath and whispered to your ear. “The movie is good, isn’t it?”

You hummed in approval, but it looked more like a whimper because of how much you were freaking out. The feeling of him being so close was amazing, but it was also making your heart beat so fast and loud that you were scared of him being able to listen to your heartbeat.

Once the movie was over, Jaehyun was looking at you intensely. “So, what did you think? Y’know, about the movie.” He let out a fake cough and reluctantly brought his arm back to his side. His arm was numb from the lack of blood circulating, but he didn’t want to break the closeness during the movie.

“It was good,” you nodded. “Very interesting.”

“Agree…”

“We should go outside, soon enough my dad will be here to pick me up.”

“Your dad? Why?” Jaehyun tried to hide his disappointment, he clearly wanted to walk you home, to spend more time with you.

“I told him I was going to watch a movie with you and he asked me if I wanted to pick me up after work.”

“Ah… I see,” he sighed. “Okay, let’s go outside.”

As you were waiting for your dad to appear, the silence between you and Jaehyun was loud. You were both taking glances at each other and then looking away when your eyes met each other’s.

Finally, Jaehyun cleared his throat and turned his body towards you. “Hey, do you remember that event that Sungho talked about?”

“The event for couples?”

“It’s not only for couples, Y/N,” Jaehyun rolled his eyes. “And yes, this event.”

“Well, it’s a romantic event, so it’s only for cou-“

“Do you wanna go with me?” Jaehyun cut you off.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him in pure surprise. “What?”

“You heard me, don’t make me repeat again, please,” He spoke quietly as he looked down to the ground and kicked a few tiny rocks. “So, what do you say?”

“But- We are not a couple.”

“Ya! I told you it’s not only for couples!” Jaehyun raised his voice a little bit in frustration while his lips curled into a pout. “People who are getting to know each other go to that event too!”

“But we have known each other since always, tho.”

Jaehyun looked at you in disbelief. Are they rejecting me or are they just stupid?

“Y/N, I’m asking you out on a date, I want to get to know you romantically speaking.”

“Oh,” you placed your hand on your chest for a few seconds, thinking your heart would explode. You wanted to scream ‘Yes!’ and hug him, but your voice didn’t come out and you felt your body froze.

Jaehyun kept looking at you, waiting for your response, his expectations that you would accept going on a date with him dying more and more as the seconds passed and you kept quiet.

You heard a familiar car horn and only your eyes moved to take a glance at the street, where you found your dad’s car parked to the side, waiting for you to get inside it. The sight of your dad made your body finally start to work again.

“M-my dad’s here.”

“I can see that.” Jaehyun gave you a small smile with a hint of sadness. He was so sure that you had already declined his offer to go to that event with you.

“B-bye,” you rushed to your dad’s car without looking back until your hands found the car handle. “Jaehyun?”

He placed his hands inside his pocket and raised his eyebrows for milliseconds to show you that he was listening.

“About the event, let’s go. I’m sure it’ll be fun.” You tried to hold back your smile, and Jaehyun did the same, but both of you failed more than miserably.

“It’ll be fun. See you at school.” He waved at you and at your dad before walking away.

On the way home you were blushing all the time while hiding your face to not let your dad see your goofy smile and red cheeks and start making teasing questions.

On the other hand, Jaehyun was walking back home while humming your favorite song, a song that soon became his favorite song as well, his smile also never leaving his face.

He had two things in his mind: about how he needed to make your first date memorable and amazing and how you would write a whole essay about this day in your diary.

[star-suh]

Don't Tell My Husband

Jeong Jaehyun x Male Reader

y/n is the neighbor of a married couple and he's been fantasizing about fucking jaehyun, until one day his fantasy comes true.

cw: top male reader, bottom jaehyun, cheating but its not cheating(?), breeding, impregnation kink, unprotected sex, spanking, implied age gap but it's not that much, slight degradation and cum.

an: I feel like i'm not that good writing a top male reader 

part II

bottom m! reader version

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y/n was sitting outside his house watching how jaehyun said goodbye to his husband johnny, and after that you and him both made eye contact and you winked at him. it's not a secret that the couple are very handsome but there was something about jaehyun that makes you want to fuck his pretty ass while his whimpers and moans caress your ears it doesn't matter if he's married as long as his husband doesn't know it won't hurt no one, right?

and now it's the perfect time, y/n has been planning to shoot his shot for a while, he knows johnny works all day so he has enough time to fulfill his fantasy. y/n walks towards jaehyun's house and rings the bell, "oh hello neighbor" greets jaehyun, wet with a towel wrapped around his waist, "hello neighbor, how are you?" replied y/n surprised and escited about the majestic view, "i'm good, what about you y/n?", "i'm good too Mr. jaehyun, can i come in?".

"yeah, sure you just caught me getting ready to go to my work" both males walked towards the living room while y/n fucked jaehyun with his eyes "you know what, you have a pretty ass Mr. jaehyun, I can see why Mr. johnny married you". "what did you just say y/n?" y/n walked closed to jaehyun while licking his lips until they were just inches apart, y/n lean towards jaehyun's ear and whispered "i said i want to fuck your pretty ass Mr. jeahyun" and then licked his ear. "that's not possible y/n" said jaehyun flustered "I'm married and my husband's dick is enough to satisfy me".

"yeah I'm not gonna deny that, sometimes when I look through my mirror i can see his bulge… but what i'm saying is, why not get satisfied by two clocks Mr. jaehyun?".... jaehyun was so flustered that he look to the side, y/n grabbed his hand and put it on his bulge "you don't want to feel a young cock inside your manly ass huh?" seeing no answer for jaehyun, y/n just unzipped his pants letting his cock free, he grabbed and smeared pre-cum on jaehyun's abs "just say yes Mr. jaehyun, it would be our secret" jaehyun started moaning while y/n kissed his neck, shoulders and collarbones and finally jaehyun's lips, little by little jaehyun started corresponding y/n's kiss meaning that he has finally give in into the pleasure…

jaehyun sit on his knees and started sucking y/n's cock "yeah just like that Mr. jaehyun be a good boy for me" jaehyun keep licking, spitting and sucking the younger's cock as if it was a lollipop "do you like it y/n, am I doing it good?". "yes you're doing it very good Mr. jaehyun, you're being a very good cocksucker".

"now fuck my ass and give me your young sperm y/n" said jaehyun while being on all fours on the couch spreading his ass cheeks "no need to prep me, my husband already opened it before he went to work". "fuck" groaned y/n "you're so dirty Mr. jaehyun who would've thought". inch by inch y/n's cock slid smoothly inside jaehyun's pink hole "fuck, you sure your husband fucked you? you're so tight… it seems that he's not fucking you right". "then you fuck me right, teach me how I have to be fucked" something snapped in y/n that he started to fuck jaehyun at an animalistic pace his balls clapping against jaehyun's ass while spanking it leaving it red, y/n put his hand on jaehyun's neck and bring him closer "now tell me who's fucking you good huh?". jaehyun wanting to rile y/n up decided to tease him "johnny… he fucks me so good" y/n grabbed his waist and started fucking him as fast as he can "shut up bitch, how do you keep thinking on your husband when another cock is fucking you, you're a naughty bitch"... "he fucks me so good y/n do you think you can surpass him?" laughed jaehyun enjoying how harsh y/n was fucking him, red marks start to appear on jaehyun's waist due to the force y/n was using it "I'm gonna pump all the cum in my balls inside your ass, I'm gonna make you carry all my babies jaehyun, and your husband gonna raise them thinking they're from him" y/n smirked. "then fucking do it and fill me up you horny freak"......

4 hours had passed, 4 hours of you and jaehyun fucking around the house, your balls are dry now no cum left in them while jaehyun's ass is red and full of sperm. y/n use his fingers to fuck the cum inside of the older's hole "don't waste any drop Mr. jaehyun, keep it inside you, I have to go to my home now, thank you for today and the amazing sex Mr. jeahyun I would never forget it" "me neither y/n" said jaehyun while kissing y/n's forehead "goodbye then see you later or tomorrow"...

it's night now, and johnny was in home, fucking jaehyun "so that punk filled your ass up with all his cum huh?". y/n didn't knew it but the married couple has some sort of an open relationship, they could fuck whoever they want but just once a month. "yes love, and i think you should go and punish that brat for fucking your husband don't you think so johnny?", "and I would do it, don't worry about that, now let me fuck out all that brat's cum out of you and fill you with mine instead", "I would love that johnny please do it" both kissed and kept fucking for the night. meanwhile y/n was at home watching tv not knowing what was waiting for him.

[vminni]

I Get You In Return

“Excuse me?”

Minho took a deep breath and let his eyes flutter shut, just for the briefest of seconds, before he turned, gaze already icy on the man approaching. At his side, Jisung shifted slightly, brushing their arms together in a silent show of support.

The man faltered when he saw Minho’s glare, his eyes darting to Jisung and the closeness of their bodies before he dropped his gaze and stuttered out his request.

“I-I’m really sorry, I never do this, I swear, and it’s totally cool if not, please feel free to say no, but you’re just so gorgeous I’d beat myself up if I didn’t try, umm, do you think I could have your number?”

As far as approaches go, well, there’d been much worse. The man did seem genuinely embarrassed by his question, as if he knew how it was going to be perceived, and he was keeping a respectable distance from them on the sidewalk, his eyes jumping up and darting between the two boys before falling back to his feet.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interested,” Minho tried to lace a little bit of warmth into his rejection, since the man had been polite, already turning on his heel to move on with his day.

The man’s eyes snapped up, confusion on his features before he shook his head slightly, eyes flicking to Jisung, “I, umm, I’m sorry, I wasn’t talking to you. I was asking him.”

Oh.

That was new.

Being approached for his number was an unfortunately common occurrence in Minho’s life, and he’d rejected more people than he could count over the years, both men and women alike. Jisung was usually at his side when it happened, his inseparable best friend, but never, in all their years together, had someone asked Jisung instead of Minho.

Minho turned to look at his best friend, who was frozen in place, his mouth gaping slightly open as he stared at the man with pure shock.

“You guys are probably together, I’m really sorry, I should have just kept my mouth shut,” the man chatisted himself, holding up his hands in a silent apology. “I’ll leave you alone, I’m so sorry. Have a good day.”

“You can have it!” Jisung blurted, just as the man began to turn to leave. He stopped, reaching into his pocket for his phone and holding it out to Jisung. Minho watched as his best friend accepted it with trembling fingers, typing in his digits as a blotchy blush worked its way from his cheeks to his ears. “I, um, I’m Jisung.”

“Jaehyun,” the man offered Jisung a crooked smile, before his eyes darted to a seething Minho and the smile dropped. “Nice to meet you, I’ll let you get on with your day. I’ll text you, yeah?”

Jisung nodded, bouncing on the balls of his feet as Jeahyun offered him one more smile before disappearing into the crowd.

“Oh my god,” Jisung pressed his hands to his flushed cheeks, squealing a little as he turned to his best friend. “I can’t believe that happened! He was so cute!”

Minho let his eyes flutter shut, taking a calming breath before he reopened them and smiled at Jisung, hoping it looked natural and not like it was taking every ounce of composure in his body. He wasn’t sure why he was so annoyed, but whatever it was had nothing to do with Jisung. If his friend was happy, Minho was going to be happy with him. He wasn’t going to ruin Jisung’s mood just because he felt like someone had murdered everyone he loved. He would tuck those feelings away and unpack them another day.

Maybe.

“He was cute,” Minho agreed lightly, linking his arm with Jisung’s and tugging his blushing friend down the sidewalk. “Not my type, but you guys would look good together.”

“And he was so sweet when he asked,” Jisung sighed, bumping into Minho’s side as he stumbled slightly, too love struck to watch his feet. Minho didn’t mind, tightening his hold on his friend’s arm as Jisung continued to prattle on about Jaehyun. Minho nodded, and made an occasional hum of agreement, though each word from Jisung’s lips dampened his already bad mood. The man had barely spoken to them for two minutes; how was Jisung finding so many nice things to say about him, a stranger who had approached him on the streets?

The rational part of Minho’s brain recognized that he was jealous, but he quickly dismissed that thought. Why would he be jealous? He was approached all the time. He didn’t want to be approached. He’d rejected Jaehyun himself, for god’s sake! 

So why did it feel like his heart was being squeezed out of its chest as Jisung checked his phone, his whole face lighting up when he saw that Jaehyun had already sent him a message.

-

By the time they reached Hyunjin’s apartment, Minho’s mood was so foul he didn’t think even Felix’s brownies could save it. Jisung was positively glowing. The younger boy had spent the rest of their walk giggling and typing away to Jaehyun, his body leaning into Minho’s side as his attention was fixed fully on his phone, knowing his best friend wouldn’t let him fall. 

Hyunjin gave them a look as he opened his front door, eyes dancing from Jisung’s beaming smile to Minho’s deep set frown, “What the hell is up with you guys?” He stepped aside to let them in, “Jisung, are you pregnant?”

“What?” Jisung sputtered, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink once again. “Pregnant?”

“You’re radiant,” Hyunjin pointed out, “and Minho looks like someone just kicked his cat.”

“He’s just jealous because a hot guy asked for my number and not his.”

That’s not true, Minho wanted to snap. Jaehyun wasn’t even that attractive. He was just some dude, not good enough for Minho or his best friend. But he bit his tongue, not wanting to spoil Jisung’s happiness.

“Oh my god, Sungie!” Hyunjin bundled Jisung into a hug, spinning his smaller friend around as Jisung giggled, his hands gripping Hyunjin’s upper arms. “That’s so exciting!”

“He wasn’t even that cute,” Minho mumbled, shoving his way past his two friends and heading towards the kitchen, where Felix was pulling a tray of brownies out of the oven. Minho didn’t want to dampen Jisung’s mood, but he did like getting the last word.

“Hey, Minho,” Felix dropped the brownies onto the stove, his eyebrows shooting up when he saw Minho’s annoyed face. “Everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” Minho tugged open the fridge, snatching a bottle of water and slamming the door shut with a little more force than necessary. Felix pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything else.

“Our Jisungie is all grown up!” Hyunjin sang as he and Jisung stumbled into the kitchen, the blush still high on Jisung’s cheeks as he waved his hands in embarrassment. Jisung freed himself from Hyunjin’s hold and crossed over to Minho, settling in next to him at the counter. Their arms brushed as he invaded Minho’s space without a second thought, fitting in at his side like he’d always belonged there. And he had. Minho had never taken offense with their proximity or Jisung’s clinginess before, so why did it suddenly feel like he was being suffocated as Jisung’s elbow dug into his side.

“Sorry,” Jisung giggled, jabbing Minho once more on purpose before he withdrew his elbow, laughter still bright on his voice. Minho relaxed slightly at the sound, his face softening into something more fond as Jisung reached across him to snag a cookie from the plate on the counter.

“Hey!” Felix brandished his whisk, looking the opposite of threatening in his pink apron and oversized oven mitts. “We’re going on a picnic! No sneaking snacks beforehand.”

“Sorry, Lixie,” Jisung shoved the cookie in his mouth anyway, his cheeks puffed up as Felix playfully glared at him. Minho huffed out a small laugh, reaching to brush the crumbs away from Jisung’s lips as the younger boy happily munched away on his stolen treat. “They’re really good though.”

“So what’s this about you being all grown up?” Minho tensed at Felix’s question. “And does it have anything to do with Minho looking like a grumpy kitty?”

“I do not look like a grumpy kitty,” he grumbled, his arms crossing over his chest as he sank back against the counter. He could feel himself pouting, but he couldn’t help it.

“You do,” Jisung giggled, jabbing a finger into the side of Minho’s lips and attempting to lift his frown. “A very cute, very grumpy kitty.”

“I am not cute,” Minho batted Jisung’s hand away, catching his fingers and giving them a squeeze as his friend’s hand fell, just so Jisung would know Minho didn’t actually mean anything by smacking him away. “And I’m not grumpy.”

“Whatever you say,” Hyunjin sang, arching an eyebrow. “Jisung got hit on on the street for the first time. He gave the guy his number.”

“Oh,” Felix’s mouth fell open into a perfect o, his eyes blinking a few times as he shared a knowing glance with Hyunjin. A glance that Minho very much did not like the look of. Nor did he like the pity that washed over Felix’s face as his mouth snapped shut, pressing into a thin line as he made fleeting eye contact with Minho. “That’s awesome, Sungie.”

“He was so cute,” Jisung was swooning again, his eyes sparkling as he launched into the tale for Felix, completely missing the way Minho’s body tensed against his. “He was so sweet, you should have seen the look on his face when Minho answered him, like he was shocked Minho thought he was talking about him. No one has ever looked at me when Minho’s around! I’m always invisible, I can’t believe someone actually saw me!”

“I see you,” Minho’s response was out of his mouth before he could stop it, but Jisung just shot him an eye roll.

“Well, duh, I know that. But I mean attractive men.” Jisung gave Minho a very brief pat on the thigh, letting out a shocked giggle when Minho grabbed him, holding him by the shoulders and playfully shaking him.

“Yah, Han Jisung, are you saying I’m not an attractive man?”

“You’re a dork,” Jisung wiggled out of Minho’s hold, which wasn’t all that tight to begin with, smacking him on the chest before immediately settling back in next to him. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Minho wasn’t sure why he asked. Minho wasn’t sure why he was doing a lot of the things he was doing today. He avoided his friends' pointed stares as he pushed ahead, “Why don’t you tell me what you mean?”

“Attractive men I want to date,” Jisung clarified. “Remember when we kissed? It was awful.”

Like Minho could forget his first kiss. His voice was light, a contradiction to the turmoil happening in his stomach, “Well, I’d hope we’d have gotten better since we were 12. Want to see?”

He attacked Jisung then, diving for his best friend’s mouth with his lips pursed in an exaggerated kissy face. Jisung shrieked, ducking out of the way and fleeing across the kitchen to the safety of Felix and his whisk. Minho laughed as he relaxed against the counter again, his heartbeat erratic in his chest.

“Sorry, Sung, you’re just so cute, I couldn’t resist,” Minho batted his eyes at his friend as Jisung stuck his tongue out, bundled safely in Felix’s arms.

At 12, Jisung’s lips had tasted like grape soda.

Minho wondered what they’d taste like now.

-

Minho’s fingers were tangled with Jisung’s, the younger boy swinging their clasped hands between them as the four boys made their way to the park for their picnic. A picnic basket full of Felix’s baked goods dangled from Jisung’s other hand, bumping his thigh occasionally as they walked. Minho had been tasked with the easiest job, the picnic blanket, while Felix lugged a cooler and Hyunjin held the bag of sandwiches they’d purchased from a local bodega.

“Here,” Minho dropped the picnic blanket onto Jisung’s shoulder, reaching out and wrestling the basket from his grip. “Switch.”

“I could have carried it,” Jisung humphed.

“You were going to bruise your leg if you kept it up,” was Minho’s response, shifting the basket so it was resting in the crook of his elbow instead of bumping his own thigh. “And now you have a free hand to text Jaehyun.”

A giddy smile brightened Jisung’s face for the briefest of seconds before he schooled his features back into a more neutral expression, “I told him I was with my friends now and wouldn’t be available for a while. I don’t want to be on my phone all day while we’re hanging out.”

“But you were totally fine to be on your phone when we were hanging out,” Minho teased, giving Jisung’s hand a light squeeze so he’d know he was joking. “I see how it is.”

“Well if I avoided my phone when I was with you, I’d never see it again,” Jisung began swinging their linked hands with a little more force, almost hitting Hyunjin in front of them. “Besides, I don’t want to seem too desperate and available.”

“Even though you are.”

Jisung nodded solemnly, extracting a snorted laugh from Minho, “Even though I am.”

The rest of the short walk to the park passed by in comfortable silence and soon they were sprawled out on the picnic blanket, enjoying their sandwiches as Hyunjin did a dramatic retelling of the events that had transpired at his last casting call.

Jisung was sitting cross legged next to Minho, as he always was, his bare knee bumping against Minho’s thigh. Every time he laughed at something Hyunjin said he would lean into Minho, giggly and warm under the mid-afternoon sun. Minho would nudge him away with his elbow as he ate and two seconds later he’d be back, drawn into Minho’s orbit once again.

Minho finished his lunch and fished a brownie out of the open picnic basket, snapping it in half and holding one piece up to Jisung’s lips. Jisung still had most of his messy sandwich clutched in his hand, but he opened his mouth and let Minho feed him the brownie anyway.

Content, Minho nibbled on his half, his eyes drifting away from Hyunjin (who was now adding physical reenactments to his story) and across to the game of soccer that was happening a few yards away.

“You should ask him for his number.”

“Huh?” Minho blinked, turning his attention back to Jisung. He’d been zoning out and wasn’t quite sure who Jisung was talking about. “Who?”

“The shirtless soccer guy you’ve been staring at for the past 10 minutes.”

“Oh,” Minho laughed, leaning back on his hands and shaking his head slightly. “I wasn’t focusing on anyone. Just zoning out.”

“Well he definitely noticed you looking in his direction. He glanced over here more than a few times.” Jisung had finished his sandwich and was now stuffing a cookie in his mouth, his cheeks fluffy and full with his prize. Minho poked one of them, then shifted his attention back towards the soccer game. They had stopped playing and were gathering up their things, two of them standing close together and occasionally throwing glances at the picnic blanket where Minho and his friends were sitting.

“He’s not my type.”

“Not your type?” Jisung went in for another cookie, shoving it unceremoniously into his mouth. “If hot athletic men with killer abs aren’t your type then what is?”

“Dumb squirrel boys,” Minho jabbed at Jisung’s face again, earning himself a slap on the arm. “I don’t think I have a type.”

“You’re a liar. With the amount of people you’ve turned down you must have a super specific type.”

Minho shrugged. He’d never really been interested in anyone romantically, or sexually, much happier to spend his time with the three people he knew he liked than go wading through the dating pool trying to find someone he could maybe tolerate. 

“You’re everyone’s type,” Jisung informed him, reaching for a third cookie. Minho wondered when he should cut off his sugar intake. He was going to be bouncing off the walls when they got back to Hyunjin’s.

“Not yours.” His mouth apparently didn’t know when to shut up today.

“Not mine,” Jisung agreed. “Though you totally would be if I didn’t know you.”

Minho dramatically clutched at his heart, falling over backwards onto the blanket, “You wound me, Han Jisung. My own best friend. A hater of my personality.”

“I don’t hate your personality, you dork.” 

Jisung tried to tug him back up but Minho had gone limp, his eyes closed and his head lolling to the side. Felix took advantage of the opportunity of unsuspecting Minho to jump on him, causing a four body cuddle pile up as Minho shrieked for mercy.

-

“Carry me home please,” Jisung whined as he draped himself over Minho’s back, limbs loose. “I’m too tired to walk.”

“It’s because you ate too much sugar. You’re crashing. And I’m not going to your home.” Minho slipped his hands behind Jisung’s knees anyway, nudging the younger to jump aboard. Jisung did so, his arms wrapping around Minho’s shoulders as his legs circled his waist. 

“I’m going to your home,” Jisung informed him, a dead weight on Minho’s back as they began their five block journey to Minho’s apartment.

“I didn’t invite you.”

“You don’t have to,” Jisung nuzzled Minho’s head, his breath warm on the shell of the older boy’s ear. “I’m allowed whenever I want.”

“Oh yeah?” Minho hitched Jisung a little bit higher on his back so the boy was in a more comfortable position as he slogged through the neon lit streets. “Says who?”

“You don’t have to say it,” Jisung huffed. “It’s unspoken.”

“The cats might have something to say about it.”

“Your demon children love me.”

“How DARE you,” Minho gasped, letting his hands fall from the curve of Jisung’s legs for just a second. He’d never actually drop him, and Jisung’s clinging was more than enough to keep him secure, but he wanted to scare him just a little bit. Jisung was unphased however, well aware that Minho would never do anything to hurt him. “Those are my babies!”

“Like father, like sons.”

They continued like that, lightly bickering back and forth until they made it back to Minho’s apartment, where Minho dumped Jisung on the couch before scooping up his cats one by one and greeting them individually. After each cat had been properly serenaded by Minho, they were passed on to Jisung to nuzzle. Once the routine was complete and the cats were released to go back to doing whatever they had been doing, Minho collapsed on the couch next to Jisung.

Minho let his head drop to his best friend’s shoulder, watching on silently as Jisung sent out a few texts to Jaehyun, his fingers dancing over the screen of his phone.

“You have a lot to say,” he noted quietly, Jisung’s thumbs faltering for the briefest of seconds before they resumed their mad typing.

“He wanted to know how the picnic was. I’m telling him about Hyunjin’s casting call.”

“Huh.” Jisung glanced up at the small noise, his eyebrow arched in a question. “I guess I just didn’t think about him actually caring about your day and shit. Always thought people who came up to you on the street were just trying to get in your pants.”

“Maybe he is,” Jisung shrugged, Minho’s head on his shoulder bobbing with the motion. “But for right now he actually seems interested in talking to me. It’s nice. I’m not used to that.”

“I’m always interested in talking to you.”

Jisung shoved him and Minho tipped over, blinking in confusion as he lay there on his side, “What was that for?”

“You’ve been saying stuff like that all day. You know I mean romantically. No one is ever interested in me.”

Minho righted himself, settling back in next to Jisung, “Well, people are stupid.”

“It’s because of you.”

“Me?” Minho furrowed his brows, confused for the second time in a matter of seconds. “What did I do?”

“Exist.”

“Seriously, Sung, what did I do?” Jaehyun was the first person to approach Jisung while Minho was around and, while he had glared at him a lot, he hadn’t scared him off. “I don’t understand.”

“We’re always together. And you look like that,” Jisung waved his hand vaguely in Minho’s direction, his attention still focused on his phone. “So no one notices me.”

Minho glanced down at himself, then back up at Jisung, “Once again, people are stupid. You’re just as attractive as me.”

That got Jisung’s attention. He stared at Minho for a few seconds before a full belly laugh escaped him, his hysterics growing as Minho just sat there blinking at him.

“You’re hilarious.”

“I’m serious.”

“Fuck off,” Jisung shoved him again, still giggling. “I am well aware that my friend group is comprised of the three hottest men on the planet and me. I’m at peace with it.”

“You’re so gorgeous, Jisung.” Minho wasn’t doing a bit, or hyping Jisung up just because he was his best friend. He genuinely enjoyed Jisung’s face, with his wide eyes, full cheeks and lips that pulled up into a heart whenever he smiled. His body was toned, trim at the waist and wide at the shoulders with arms that had much more muscle definition than Minho’s own. And his skin, warm and honey and flawless. He’d experimented with plenty of hair colors over their lifetime of friendship, but he currently wore his natural black, which had always been Minho’s favorite. A strand of hair had fallen across his forehead when he looked up and Minho reached out, brushing it behind his ear.

Minho’s fingers lingered, tracing the curve of Jisung’s jaw down as his best friend stared at him, mouth agape. The touch itself wasn’t unusual, but the weight of Minho’s last words had turned the moment a little too heavy, and he snatched his hand back, returning it to his own lap as Jisung continued to stare at him with wide eyes.

“I’m starting to think maybe you weren’t joking about kissing me,” Jisung punched Minho in the shoulder, the older boy letting out a loud noise and falling dramatically to the floor, the tension of the last few minutes breaking instantly. “Idiot.”

“That’s it. That’s my type. Squirrel boys with low self-confidence who insult my intelligence and my sparkling personality.” Minho grabbed Jisung’s ankle, tugging his best friend down to the floor with him as Jisung shrieked. 

For the second time that day, Minho found himself at the bottom of a cuddle pile. 

But as much as he loved his other friends, he much preferred it like this. Just him, Jisung and three happily purring cats.

-

Hours later, Minho was still awake, staring at his bedroom ceiling as Jisung snored softly beside him. His thoughts were a jumbled, tangled mess, too undaunting a task for this time of night, but if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that everything had started when Jisung gave Jaehyun his number.

He was jealous, that was for sure, but Minho didn’t know why . He loved Jisung, of course he loved Jisung, and he wanted nothing more in this world for his best friend to be happy. And Jaehyun, at least for today, had made Jisung happy. So why did Minho’s mood drop every time he thought of him?

Minho rolled over, turning onto his side so that he could look at his sleep softened best friend. Jisung’s dark hair was splayed across the pillow and his mouth was hanging open, lips slightly chapped from his breathing. It was a familiar image to Minho, who’d shared many nights with Jisung over the years of their friendship, and it stirred a familiar feeling of comfort in his stomach. 

It soured when Minho’s thoughts drifted to Jaehyun, and how maybe one day, it would be his pillow that Jisung’s head rested on. It would be his fingers that tangled with Jisung’s as they walked down the street. His arms around Jisung’s waist, his head on Jisung’s shoulder, his lips on…

Fuck.

Minho rolled over again, so that his back was to Jisung as he tried to catch his breath. It had always been so simple, so easy. Jisung was his, and he was Jisung’s, and while Hyunjin and Felix flirted around the edges, no one really came into their little bubble. Their lives were so entangled that Minho wasn’t sure what a life without Jisung would look like, wasn’t sure a life without Jisung was possible. It never occurred to Minho that maybe someday, something would come into their world and turn everything upside down.

He was such a shitty friend. He’d always been happy to keep things the way they were, easily rejecting anyone who might disrupt their lives. He never wanted anything more. He had Jisung, and his cats, and Hyunjin and Felix, and that was all he needed. It was all he’d ever wanted. He had a hand to hold and a body to cuddle and a connection so strong that he didn’t need to speak for Jisung to know exactly what he was thinking. 

But he’d never considered the possibility that Jisung wanted more. 

And that made him feel like the worst person in the world.

-

“Morning, Sunshine,” Jisung’s voice was groggy with sleep, his eyes barely open as he shuffled barefoot into the kitchen the next day. He crossed to where Minho was standing at the stove, making pancakes, and hooked his chin over the older boy’s shoulder as he pressed up onto his toes and stared down at the food. His arms went around Minho’s waist, sturdy and familiar, a morning exactly like hundreds of others they’d shared over the years.

Minho let out a small cough and extracted himself from Jisung’s hold, excusing it with the pancakes being ready when Jisung gave him a weird look. He piled them high on a plate, a pat of butter between each layer, and dowsed them in syrup before presenting them to Jisung.

Jisung accepted the peace offering, climbing onto one of the stools at the island and immediately digging in. It was only after he’d powered through two pancakes that he noticed Minho wasn’t joining him, still leaning against the counter with a coffee and nothing more.

“You aren’t eating?”

“Not hungry,” Minho muttered, taking a long sip of his coffee to deter any further questions.

“You didn’t have to make breakfast then, I would have figured something out.”

“It’s okay, I like cooking for you,” Minho knew Jisung would see right through a lie, so he didn’t bother with one. “Are they good?”

“The best, as always,” Jisung dug around his plate until he found a piece that wasn’t completely drenched in syrup, stabbing it with his fork and holding it out to Minho. “Come here.”

Minho couldn’t resist his best friend’s puppy eyes, so he relented and crossed the room, dropping down on the stool next to Jisung and allowing the younger boy to feed him. Jisung hummed happily once Minho was chewing on the pancake, finding a few more pieces that weren’t pure sugar and shoving them into Minho’s mouth. His knee banged against Minho’s under the table and he stole a sip of the older boy’s coffee, his hair mussed and his eyelids heavy, completely unaware of what he was doing to Minho’s heart. 

“So, are you,” Minho cleared his throat, not liking the way his voice caught as he tried to speak, “are you going to meet up with Jaehyun today?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung continued shoveling his breakfast into his mouth, missing the fond way Minho stared at his puffy cheeks. “Do you think it’s too soon?”

“I’m not the person to ask,” Minho huffed out a laugh. “You should probably talk to Felix or Hyunjin about dating stuff if you have questions.”

Jisung stilled, his eyes flicking up to Minho’s, “You’ve never dated anyone?”

“We’ve been best friends since I was 10, I think you’d know if I dated anyone.”

“Well, I know you haven’t recently,” Jisung huffed, polishing off the rest of his breakfast and pushing his plate away. Minho grabbed it and headed over to the sink, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading in. “But we went to different colleges. I don’t know what you did then.”

“Facetimed you every day and whined about being apart. Made out with Felix a few times when we were drunk. Did you date a lot of people in college?”

“No,” Jisung’s ears had turned bright red and he was suddenly avoiding looking in Minho’s direction, his eyes dancing around the kitchen and landing everywhere but his best friend. “I liked someone. But they weren’t into me. I got over it, but not until after college.”

“Huh.” As much as Minho liked to think he knew his best friend inside and out, he knew that there had to be some things Jisung had kept to himself. This was one of them. “You never mentioned that before.”

“Wasn’t that important.”

“Everything about you is important to me.”

“You’re doing it again,” Jisung balled up his napkin and threw it at Minho. It hit his shoulder and bounced harmlessly to the floor, “Being sappy.”

“Sorry,” Minho scooped up the napkin and brought it to the trash, Jisung’s stare heavy on him the whole time. Normally he would make a joke or exaggeratedly compliment Jisung to lighten the mood, but he hadn’t slept well and he was tired. When nothing else came out of his mouth, Jisung’s eyebrows drew together in concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You can be sappy, I’m sorry. I love you too.”

Minho offered Jisung a small smile and seconds later he had his arms full of his best friend, surprised by the force behind his friend’s hug, “I’m okay, Sungie. I promise.”

“I know,” Jisung’s voice was muffled against Minho’s chest, his arms tightening just a little bit more. “If you can say sappy shit because you love me then I can hug you because I love you, okay?”

Minho pressed a kiss to the top of Jisung’s head and hugged him back.

-

“I don’t know,” Jisung glanced down at the tight gray crop top Hyunjin had wrestled him into, his hands tracing down the fabric and over the sliver of honey skin that peeked out from underneath. “It feels like too much.”

“It’s 2025, Jisungie. Crop tops on men are in. And they’re hot.” Hyunjin was fussing with Jisung’s baggy jeans, threading a chain through his belt loops as Jisung stared at himself in the mirror. “Minho, Felix, back me up here.”

“You have a cute belly button,” was Minho’s belated response, flicking his eyes up from his phone to check Jisung out properly. He looked ridiculously good, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his upper body in all the right places, the looseness of his jeans highlighting his perfect waist. If he’d worn that for Minho, the older boy would have traced a finger along the warm exposed skin of his back before jabbing his fingers into his sides and tickling him senseless. But he wasn’t wearing it for Minho. He was wearing it for Jaehyun.

“You look so hot, Sung,” Felix let out a low whistle. “Your body is insane.”

“You guys have to say that cause you’re my friends,” Jisung huffed, turning slightly to the side to check himself out in the mirror as Hyunjin continued flirting around him, jewelry in his grasp now. He draped a heavy chain around Jisung’s neck and fed one dangling earring through Jisung’s left ear, then stepped back to admire his work.

“Only Paolo can take this,” Hyunjin gestured to Jisung’s discarded clothes, a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that he’d stolen from Minho’s closet that morning, before his flamboyant jazz hands turned to Jisung, “and give you this.”

“I think we all could have done it,” Minho deadpanned, his attention back on his phone so he didn’t have to think about Jaehyun’s hands on Jisung’s bare waist. “Jisung looks good in anything. The hoodie was hot.”

“The hoodie swallowed him completely,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “You just liked it cause it was yours.”

“It’s not mine.”

“You wore it last week when we went out for ramen.”

That was true, but Minho still shook his head, “I wore it, yeah. But it’s Jisung’s. It was just at my house.”

“It’s not mine,” Jisung chimed in then, tugging lightly on the hem of his cropped shirt as he turned away from the mirror completely and faced Minho. “It’s yours.”

“It’s definitely yours.”

“Nope.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“How often do you guys share clothes to the point of not knowing what belongs to who?” Hyunjin’s eyes jumped between the two of them, gaze curious. Hyunjin was a newer addition to their friend group, adopted by Felix at a runway show a year and a half ago, so he still wasn’t used to just how entangled Minho and Jisung’s existences were. Felix had been around since college, courtesy of the universities’ random housing system, and was well aware of the intricacies of their friendship.

Minho shrugged, “We don’t share on purpose. Stuff just gets mixed up.”

“You don’t even live together.”

“Not legally,” Minho agreed. Jisung had his own apartment, which is where the four of them were now. It was nicer than Minho’s, with a view of the river and an elevator that actually worked, but the boys usually preferred to spend their time at Minho’s place, with the cats and Minho’s stocked fridge. Pretty frequently they would lose track of time, and Jisung would end up crashing. The more that happened, the more their wardrobes became one.

A knock on the door startled the group, Jisung cursing quietly under his breath, “Shit, he’s early. I’m not ready.”

“You just need shoes,” Hyunjin grabbed a pair of white sneakers from the closet and tossed them at Jisung, but he made no move to catch them. He was staring at his socked feet, chest rising and falling more quickly than it had been a minute before.

“He means mentally and emotionally.” Minho shooed Hyunjin and Felix out of Jisung’s bedroom, “One of you please make yourself useful and answer the door. Tell him Jisung will be out in a couple minutes. Do not let him in.”

Minho didn’t wait for an answer, slamming the door shut in his friends’ faces and turning back to his hyperventilating best friend, “Hey, Sungie, can you hear me?”

Minho placed his hands on Jisung’s shoulders, bending his knees so he could look at his friend’s downturned face, “I need you to breathe with me, okay, baby? I’m going to count, and you breathe when I say the number, okay? One…Two…Three…”

Minho kept up his steady count until Jisung’s breathing evened out and he was blinking at Minho with starry eyes. Minho released his shoulders and stood, cupping Jisung’s cheek instead as he stared at him intently, “Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jisung’s trembling fingers wrapped around Minho’s wrist, ghosting across the pulse of Minho’s own elevated heart rate. He did his best to stay calm, but it always scared him when Jisung started to spiral. “Sorry.”

“You know you don’t have to apologize.”

“What if he doesn’t like me once he spends time with me?” The question was quiet and broken, and it shattered Minho’s heart into a million pieces.

“Then he’s stupid,” Minho brushed his thumb along Jisung’s cheekbone, his voice soft. “It’s a privilege, to spend time with you, and if he doesn’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you. But he’ll like you, Sungie, it’s impossible not to.”

“Can you stay here? In case it goes bad and I come home early?”

“Of course. I’ll get cheesecake from that bakery you like and we can watch anime and rot on the couch. But it’s not going to go bad.” Minho would kill this man if he hurt Jisung. “You’ll have a great time.”

“I think I’d rather stay here and watch anime with you instead.”

“Absolutely not.” Minho would much rather Jisung be here with him, safe and snug and bundled in his arms, but that was selfish. Jisung deserved more than him and the fucked up emotions he’d been battling ever since Jaehyun stopped them on the street. “You’re going on this date and you’re having the best time ever. You’ll completely forget about me in an hour.”

“I could never forget about you.”

“Now who’s being sappy?” Minho teased, nudging Jisung towards the door. “Go on. It’ll be great, I promise. Go rescue whichever one of our friends I sacrificed to small talk.”

“You can’t promise that,” Jisung reached for the doorknob anyway, then turned back to Minho one last time, “You’ll be here when I get back?”

“I’ll always be here for you, Sung.”

That was a promise that he had no intention of ever breaking.

-

Jisung returned from his dinner date three hours later, flushed and beaming. Minho had gone and gotten the cheesecake anyway, just in case, and Jisung was now cross legged on the couch, a slice resting precariously on his bent knee as he babbled away about how amazing Jaehyun was.

“He works at an art museum; I was telling him about how Hyunjin loves art and he said he could get us a private tour one night when the museum is closed. Isn’t that so cool?”

Minho made a hum of agreement, shoving a spoonful of his own cheesecake in his mouth so he wouldn’t have to answer. Earlier, when Jisung was panicking, Minho cared about nothing more than making sure his friend was okay. Now, after a few hours alone with his thoughts, Minho was back to the twist in his gut at any mention of Jaehyun. He hadn’t wanted Jisung to come home upset, but he was hoping for no chemistry and no plans to see each other again. Instead, they already had a second date lined up, an early morning walk in the park with Jaehyun’s dog. 

Minho had pointed out that Jisung hated mornings, but his friend had waved him off and continued gushing.

“For someone who wanted me to have a good time, you’re being a grumpy guts.” Jisung prodded him with the leg that wasn’t balancing his cheesecake, jabbing his foot into Minho’s thigh until Minho swung his legs over the couch and stood up. “Where are you going?”

“Bathroom,” was his mumbled answer.

Minho shut himself in the bathroom and placed his hands on the edge of the sink, his head hanging and his eyes fluttering shut. He knew Jisung was right. He was being an asshole. Again. 

“Min?” Jisung’s voice was followed by a rap at the door and the jiggling of the handle. “I know you aren’t peeing, you were coming out of the bathroom when I got home twenty minutes ago. What’s wrong?”

He took a deep breath and swung the door open, offering Jisung a tight lipped smile, “Since when are you so observant?”

“Since my best friend started having mood swings,” Jisung huffed as they made their way back into the living room. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” Jisung accepted his answer, throwing his legs across Minho’s lap as they sat down. “Naruto?”

“No, keep telling me about your date.”

“You don’t want to hear it,” Jisung said lightly, already flicking through the episodes on the tv. It wasn’t accusatory, just a statement, but Minho still felt like shit. “It’s fine, Min. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.”

“You have to give me more credit than that,” Jisung scoffed, settling on an episode and pressing play. “We’ve been friends for 16 years, I think I can tell when you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to lose you.”

The truth came out quietly, slipping between his lips before Minho even realized what he was saying. He wished he could snatch it back, to keep the burden his own and not share the weight of it with Jisung. His best friend was so happy and Minho was so selfish.

“Never,” Jisung leaned over, slipping his fingers under Minho’s chin and tilting his face up until their eyes met. “You’ll always be the most important.”

“I can’t be,” Minho’s voice was no more than a whisper, and he knew Jisung must be straining to hear him over the sound of Naruto in the background. “Not if you actually want a romantic partner. Everything will change.”

“That’s not true.”

“Jisung…” Minho trailed off as Jisung shook his head vehemently.

“That’s not true,” he repeated stubbornly.

“Okay,” Minho agreed, turning his head to stare at the tv. His heart was heavy and he hated the way Jisung was looking at him, with pity and the glossy sheen of tears in his eyes. “Let’s just watch the show.”

-

Minho awoke with a crick in his neck and Jisung in his arms, the early morning light filtering softly through Jisung’s half open blinds. He hadn’t intended to sleep over, or sleep on the couch, but like many of their nights together, it just happened. Unlike their usual nights, this one had been quiet. There was no joking or teasing, no shouting out the lines of the anime before it happened on screen. Just the sound of Jisung eating his cheesecake and Minho’s soft breathing.

And yet, he’d still woken up tangled with his best friend.

Minho moved slowly, reaching for the phone he’d abandoned on the coffee table some time before Jisung got home last night, making sure not to jostle the boy still fast asleep on his chest. His left arm was tight around Jisung’s waist, skin to skin. He had never changed out of his date clothes.

Minho blinked at the time and was relieved to see he still had a few hours before he had to be at work. He was just about to let his eyes drift shut again when he suddenly remembered. Jisung’s second date.

“Sung,” he shook the younger boy lightly, not wanting to startle him awake. “Sungie, wake up.”

“Don’t wanna,” was the response he received, mumbled into his chest as Jisung buried his face there. “Comfy.”

“You have to. You’re going to be late for your date.”

Jisung stilled on top of him, Minho’s fingers tracing softly up and down his side as he waited for Jisung to react. Finally, no more than a whisper, “I canceled it.”

“What?” Minho stopped his movement, his voice loud in the early morning silence. “Jisung, why would you do that? You liked him so much.”

“I like you more.”

“What?”

“You were right,” Jisung’s face was still tucked into Minho’s chest. “About how things would change. And I don’t want that. I just want you. The way it’s always been.”

“No, Sung,” there was a lump in Minho’s throat, a press of tears against the back of his eyes. “I was being selfish, don’t listen to me. You deserve romantic love.”

“You love me.”

“Not the way you want.”

Jisung finally lifted his face from Minho’s chest, his sleepy eyes finding Minho’s, “You know how to calm me down when I’m having a panic attack. You cook for me because you like to see me eating well. You watch horror movies with me even though you don’t like them, and walk 10 blocks out of your way to go to the coffee shop that has the blueberry muffin I like, even though there’s plenty of other coffee shops with blueberry muffins on your way home. You keep your fridge stocked with my favorite snacks and hold my hand and share your clothes and let me crash at your place anytime even though I know you sometimes prefer being alone. You’ve been the first person to hear every shitty and not-so-shitty song I’ve ever made, and you’ve reacted to every single one like it was the best thing you’d ever heard. And I know you meant it. You loved them all because I made them, even when they sucked. You showed up soaked to the bone at 2am last month because there was a thunderstorm and you knew I’d be scared alone.” Jisung let out an incredulous laugh, “You love me for nothing in return.”

“That’s not true,” Minho wasn’t sure when he’d started crying, but he could feel a tear tracing its way down his cheek. “I get you in return.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Minho’s breath hitched, the ‘yes’ tumbling off his lips before he’d truly had time to process Jisung’s question. Jisung hovered above him, his eyes searching Minho’s face, taking him in as Minho blinked up at him. One of his hands rested on Minho’s chest, right above his wildly beating heart, and he lifted the other to his best friend’s face, gently brushing away the tears that leaked from his eyes.

“It was you, you know,” Jisung said quietly, his thumb tracing Minho’s cheekbone. “The person I liked in college. I think I always had, but the distance made me realize it. Never thought I stood a chance though.”

Jisung closed the distance between them at that moment, his eyes fluttering shut as their lips connected. The kiss was tentative, still a little unsure, Minho’s fingers ghosting over Jisung’s bare waist as every horrible feeling he’d had over the past week finally escaped him. He sighed against Jisung’s mouth, finally at peace as Jisung nipped gently at his bottom lip, Minho’s fingers digging more forcefully into his warm skin.

At 12, Jisung’s lips had tasted like grape soda.

At 26, they tasted like home.

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