UPSTAIRS (minsung) [✓]

30.

10 MONTHS
L A T E R.

The alarm clock
seemed exceptionally
annoying this
particular morning,
eventhough it wasn't
any different from
the beginning of
the year.

What was different
however, was the
warm arms that were
tightly hugging Minho's
waist.

The alarm from
his phone continued
to obnoxiously
blare at the warm
and happy couple.
But Minho refused
to let that bring his
mood down.

It was rare for
him to wake up in
such a good mood,
perhaps it had
something to do
with the loudly
snoring man sleeping
soundly in bed
beside him.

Speaking off the
snoring man, Minho
felt the dancer slowly
begin to stir awake,
the warm arms
tightening ever so
slightly.

Quietly Jisung
mumbled into
Minho's hair,

"5 more minutes,
mum."

Minho tried his
best not to burst
into laughter at his
boyfriends sleep talk.

He slowly wriggled
out of the cuddle,
an evil smile on
his face as he brought
his feet up to lay on
Jisung tones and
warm stomach.

And then he kicked
him off the bed.

"I'M UP!" The man
shouted, scrambling
up from the floor,
standing in the middle
of Minho's room in
all his glory (in
captain america
boxers).

Minho crackled
loudly, watching his
partner finally wake
up properly. Jisung
groaned loudly
and slumped back onto
the bed, his head
comfortably
placed in Minho's
lap.

The other watched
Jisung with an
amused expression,
fondly running his
hands through his
boyfriends hair. Jisung
let out a content hum,
and Mimho chuckled.

"Get up stupid, you have
a dance lesson." Minho
said softly, a happy
smile still on his face.

Jisung groaned
again, much like
Seungmins cat
whenever it had
diarrhoea.

"I finished
school years
ago." He replied
half awake.

Minho rolled
his eyes, leaning
back on his hands,
waiting for Jisung
to wake up again.

"WAIT FUCK!" The
dancer shouted,
"I'M THE DANCE
INSTRUCTER!"

In an instant the
sleep man was a
frenzy, tumbling off the
bed and rushing to
Minho's cupboard
to pull out a fresh
change of clothes.

Minho watched him
pull out a t-shirt and
jogging bottoms, then
some underwear
before gracefully (tripping)
making his way to
the bathroom.

"You know," he
said loudly over
the running water,
"You do live upstairs,
why do you chose to
steal all my clothes
when you have a
perfectly functioning
closet in your apartment?"

Jisung laughed from
the bathroom, "You're
literally wearing my
shirt, besides, why
do that when you have
clothes that perfectly
fit me here?"

"At this point you
might as well move
in." Minho joked,
laying back down
in the place Jisung
was sleeping in,
basking the warmth.

It was only after
a few seconds of
the sound of running
water engulfing the
apartment did
Minho realise what
he had just asked.

The water stopped,
and Minho rolled
over the bed to see
Jisung poke his head
out the bathroom
door, a unreadable
expression on his face.

"Really?"

He asked hesitantly,
and Minho took a deep
breath in to take in
the situation.

He here was laying
on his bed, in his
boyfriends shirt as
the other finished
their shower. His hair
wet and droplets
falling onto the towel
around his neck. In
a few hours they would
both be at work, only
to meet up again in
one of their apartments
for dinner.

Minho smiled,

"Yeah."

Jisung's face broke
into a bright grin
that almost met his
crescent eyes. That
was a beautiful sight
to see so early in
the morning- and he
wouldn't mind seeing
that every day.

Minho turned to face
the other way, unable
to stop the growing
blush on his face,
"We'll talk after work,
which you're going to
be late for."

"FUCK-"

Minho laughed with
his chest as Jisung
hurriedly got ready to
leave for work, rushing
out of the producers
apartment with the
key he was given months
ago.

But not before giving
him a small and quick
peck, leaving Minho
in a peaceful bliss.

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