•minsung oneshots•

what he says and what he does💕

in the middle of a winter evening, after having enjoyed a lovely meal at their favourite restaurant, jisung and minho were walking side by side as they made their way back home.

as their padded arms gently brushed with every step, jisung smiled and looked down to see minho's closest hand resting in his pocket.

"minho?"

the older kept his eyes forward though hummed for his boyfriend to continue.

"can we hold hands?" jisung asked, batting his eyelashes as minho had briefly casted him a sideways glance.

"no."

with a slight huff jisung pouted and turned his body back to face forward, trying not to drag his feet at being rejected.

after a few seconds had passed, jisung grinned as he felt minho's hand slip into his to gently interlink their fingers.

~<ᖭི༏ᖫྀ>~

already in bed and almost on the way to falling asleep, jisung suddenly jumped as he felt the cover being lifted off of him before being set back down almost immediately after.

"oh hey, min." jisung yawned, noticing the smell of minho's shower gel as he got himself settled next to jisung.

the older only mumbled a greeting, shuffling around on the bed before stilling.

a yelp sounded as jisung had been suddenly pulled back towards his boyfriend's chest.

minho wrapped his arms completely around the younger's body and threw his leg around his waist as he cuddled him close.

jisung grinned to himself and rested his hands over minho's arm.

the second he did, minho scoffed.

"god, jisung you're so clingy." he complained with a huff.

though of course, minho still placed the most delicate of kisses against the younger's hair and tightened his hold just that little bit more as the two of them drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

~<ᖭི༏ᖫྀ>~

one night, jisung was ridiculously tired as he made his way home, staring out of the bus window before he let out a deep sigh at remembering that tonight he was supposed to cook for himself and his boyfriend.

the two had fell into a routine of alternating who was going to cook the dinner and who was going to wash up afterwards.

over the last couple of days, jisung had been talking nonstop about a dish he wanted to make. even going as far as assuring minho that it would be the 'best meal he'd ever have in his life'.

right now however, it was the last thing jisung wanted to do.

so, jisung lifted out his phone and willed his eyes to stay open as he typed.

_______________________
linoring🐈‍⬛🩵

today 17:49

hey min know i said i'd cook
but cn i pls nottonight

i'mexhausted

i promise i'llpay ffor
takeout tonight

_______________________

jisung had clicked his phone off and was just about to drop his head back when his phone buzzed.

linoring🐈‍⬛🩵: no
linoring🐈‍⬛🩵: how far u from home?