♡ A story about learning to love, learning to hurt, learning to 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ― and most importantly, learning to be human. ♡
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 4x
Marino Hills, California in the mid-2000s is hypersensitive to the idea of change. It clings desperately t...
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THE FALL OF 2006 Bandaged Wounds
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Minho and Jisung are the blissful silence in the dark, shared breaths in the midnight air, naked torsos sharing the same heartbeat. Jisung had tenderly pressed ointment into Minho's scars, bandaged with gentle kisses, and his boyfriend had done the same, but with the emotional cuts that slash Jisung's heart.
Neither of them talk about it—whether that be the reason behind each shade of garnet on Minho's stomach, or the reason behind Jisung's impromptu appearance on Minho's doorstep.
But the scars are bandaged for now. That's okay, for now.
Jisung looks up at Minho through his lashes, cheeks flaring pink when he finds that Minho is also glancing at him with a gaze so intense it could melt Jisung's flesh into mush. Jisung's stomach churns giddily, a potent mix of emotions whirring within his thrumming heart, threatening to break free.
He's happy. He's really–fucking–happy.
Jisung's eyes flutter shut once Minho's fingers find themselves up in his inky tresses. They dance about in his thick, fluffy tresses of hair, repeating soothing motions that could send Jisung to sleep.
Gentle. Soft. Safe. Home. The aforementioned are all statements that can describe Jisung's perspective of his relationship with Minho. His Minho. Always, his Minho.
"You are my everything," Minho whispers, his nose brushing softly against Jisung's. "And...나는 너를 너무 사랑해." [I love you so much.]
Jisung giggles, his hands cupping the square of Minho's jaw. "Are you ever going to tell me what that means?"
"No," Minho teases, elongating the 'O' sound. "You'll figure it out soon enough."
"Minho," Jisung whines, similar in tone to a petulant child. "Tell me, come on."
"Alright, fine," Minho relents, his voice softening into velvet. "It means...you look like a pig."
Jisung gasps, offended. He plucks the nearest pillow from Minho's mattress and watches feathers fly as he whacks Minho with it repeatedly. Giggling fits intertwine, creating a symphony of broken laughs that are heartwarming to the ear. Jisung hears Minho's laugh and thinks: I love you. I love you more than anything.
"You're such an ass! There's no way that's what it means," Jisung complains, hitting Minho over the head once more for emphasis.
