MINHO
Minho stood on the front porch, breathing in the fresh air of the morning, the sunrise more dazzling than ever. The water of the ocean sparkled like little waves of glitter dusted over the landscape.
In conclusion, it was a good day to be alive.
Yawning, he stretched his arms above his head, his feet guiding him inside the house. He was greeted by the smell of coffee.
Walking over to the kitchen, he wrapped his arms around Jisung's waist from behind, placing a peck on the back of his neck.
"I didn't even hear you come downstairs," Jisung giggled softly, a smile no one could resist.
"What's for brekkie?" Minho asked enthusiastically, using the slang Felix had taught him back in high school. It was quite obviously waffles, but Minho was desperate to spark up a conversation.
Jisung grinned, rolling his eyes playfully. "Waffles. You want blueberries in yours? Lara's gonna want some." Minho made an "ooo" noise. "Yeah, I'll have some!"
And so, into the batter went purple and blue clusters of blueberries the family had picked a few days ago from Jisung's aunt's garden. As Jisung poured the batter into the pan, it fell smoothly, like milky chocolate, making Minho and Jisung's mouths water.
Minho wanted to eat it, but he couldn't since there was raw egg in the batter.
...
Just then, a wail was heard from upstairs, both men looked at eachother knowingly, both darting up the stairs.
Calmly opening the door, Minho stepped in and sat down on the bed, Jisung following suit. The mattress dipping slightly from their weight. "What's wrong kiddo?"
"Th-th-there w-was...clown...waaaaaa."
Minho felt evil laughing, so he tried to suppress it. It gave him nostalgia to remember when he would scream as a child from having nightmares, and feeling relieved when he heard his dad's footsteps rushing up the stairs to come and comfort him.
Now it was happening again, but this time, Minho was the father comforting the child, rather than the child crying for their parent.
"Lara baby...don't worry, it's just a dream. None of its real." Jisung reassured her, reaching out to hug the child, her hiccups and gasps for air hindering.
Jisung and Minho had adopted the girl, Lara, about a year ago, when she was just two. Now she was turning three, the time seemed to go by so fast....
too fast...
It felt like yesterday the boys had graduated high school, but it had really been almost 4 years...Minho was 22 now, and Jisung was 21.
Lara nodded her head, her hands made into tiny fists that wouldn't close all the way from the baby fat on her fingers. Her near fists came up to wipe her eyes.
It was almost scary how the child looked like Minho and Jisung, when she was not theirs. She had the same dark, rich chocolatey hair as Jisung, and his beautiful, honey colored skin. While her eyes resembled Minho's big, dark ones.
Her real parents must've been their twins.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
"Oh...Fuck!"
Jisung yelped, speeding faster than flash down the stairs to the kitchen, flipping the pancakes quickly. The top of them were burnt to a crisp, but if he just but the bottom facing up, nobody would know!
With a concentrated expression, he plated the fluffy clouds, Minho and Lara coming downstairs to see what happened.
"What happened Princess?"
Jisung smirked at the nickname. 4 years since high school and Minho still used it. "Pancakes happened." He said simply, bringing the plates over to the dining table.
Lara began to bounce up and down like a caffeinated puppy, clapping her tiny hands with a big smile. "I wan whipped cream wif mine!" (lisp; I want whipped cream with mine!) She exclaimed."
"Daddy'll get it for you." Jisung said, pulling her booster seat to the table from the corner of the room. Minho came to the table with syrup, whipped cream, chopped strawberries, and pink sprinkles.
"Tell me when to stop." Minho said, shaking the whipped cream bottle and beginning to put it on Lara's pancakes.
Almost the whole pancake was covered until she stopped him. "Daddy stop stop!" she held out her hand the stop Minho from putting anymore, with a chuckle, Minho pulled back.
"Fank you daddy." Lara said. Jisung added sprinkles and strawberries. They all enjoyed their meal together.
Later that day they went for a walk on the beach, the sunset was prettier than ever, and the sea seemed to look like it went on forever.
Today the family could actually spend time together, since today was Minho's one of three days off this week. He was the CEO for a very successful company, and Jisung was employed as a fashion designer from local and global brand names.
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Jisung's arms wrapped around Minho's body, pulling him impossibly closer.
"If you never beat me up in high school, we would've never found eachother." He mumbled against Minho's neck.Minho smirked softly, and pulled back so Jisung could face him. Placing a small kiss on his lips, Minho said,
"I fucking love you Jisung."
"I love you even fucking more Minho."
Who Would've Thought that the school bully and the new kid would end up together?
The end.

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Fanfiction[📖HIGH SCHOOL AU📖] Han Jisung, a gullible but not so dumb, innocent looking boy finds himself at a new high school after leaving his previous one due to bullies. It's stupid isn't it? These kids all think they're so cool throwing him around like...