~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)

🔒Chapter 19 - Mail🔒

3rd Person POV:

Jisung woke first the next morning, the soft glow of morning light streaming through the curtains. Minho was still fast asleep, his face nestled against Jisung's chest. The younger man took the opportunity to admire him in peace, feeling his heart swell with warmth.

Minho's features were delicate in the morning light, his tousled hair framing his face perfectly. Jisung found himself tracing the slope of Minho's nose and the curve of his lips with his eyes, committing every detail to memory.

He'd never expected to fall so deeply for someone, let alone someone he'd met under such difficult and unexpected circumstances. But life had a way of surprising him, and Jisung couldn't be more thankful for this particular twist.

"He's so perfect... I just wish he could see himself the way I do," Jisung thought, a soft frown tugging at his lips.

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Minho's forehead. The way Minho's lips jutted out slightly in a pout, his bunny teeth barely visible-it all made Jisung's chest ache in the best way.

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he realized how long he'd been staring. "Okay, stop being creepy," he whispered to himself, carefully shifting Minho off his chest. He lingered for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to Minho's temple before slipping out of bed.

As Jisung padded to the bathroom, Minho stirred in his sleep, the loss of warmth pulling him from his dreams. His hand instinctively reached out to the empty spot beside him, and his eyes fluttered open when he realized Jisung was gone. His smile faded as insecurity began to creep in.

"Was I too much yesterday? Did I annoy him when I sulked about stopping cuddles?" Minho frowned at the thought, his mind spiraling.

"Maybe he thinks I'm too clingy... No, Jisung wouldn't think that... Would he...?"

The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped Minho out of his thoughts. His eyes darted toward Jisung, who walked out with damp hair and a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The sight made Minho's cheeks flush instantly.

Minho tried to look away, but his eyes betrayed him, sneaking quick glances at the younger man as he moved to the closet.

"Enjoying the view?" Jisung teased, his back still turned.

Minho's face burned. "I w-wasn't looking!" he stammered, whipping his head to the side, though his ears betrayed him, burning bright red.

Jisung smirked, pulling a shirt over his head before sauntering over to the bed. He sat down beside Minho, the mattress dipping under his weight. Minho stiffened, still too flustered to meet his eyes.

"Relax," Jisung said softly, reaching out to tip Minho's chin up. Their eyes met, and Jisung's expression softened. "You're so shy... It's adorable, you know that?"

Minho swatted his hand away, his lips forming a small pout. "Hey! Stop teasing me!"

Jisung chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll stop." He stood and made his way back toward the bathroom, but Minho's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Where are you going?"

Jisung turned, pointing at the towel still around his waist. "Unless you want to watch me..." he said with a playful smirk.