one hundred seven

The night had grown quiet. Everyone had finally left, their laughter and chatter still lingering faintly in the air as echoes of a joyous evening.

The once-bustling room was now just the two of them—Minho and Jisung—surrounded by half-empty plates, dim lights, and the warmth that filled the space long after their friends had gone.

Minho let out a soft sigh, stretching his arms before slumping down onto the couch beside Jisung. "Well, that went... better than expected."

Jisung smiled shyly, his fingers brushing against Minho's. "Yeah. I didn't think they'd take it so well. I was... terrified."

Minho chuckled and turned to face him, his eyes soft under the gentle glow of the room. "You had nothing to worry about, you know? They love you already."

Jisung blushed slightly, looking down at his lap. "I-I'm just glad they didn't think I was some... weirdo." His voice was quiet, but there was a hint of relief in it.

Minho shifted closer, his hand sliding over Jisung's, interlacing their fingers. "You're not weird. You're... unique. And that's what makes you special."

Jisung's breath hitched slightly at Minho's words. He leaned his head on Minho's shoulder, feeling the weight of the evening slowly lift off him. "You always know what to say..."

Minho pressed a soft kiss to the top of Jisung's head, his other hand gently rubbing circles on his back. "That's because I mean every word."

They sat like that for a while—quiet, peaceful, just the two of them in their little world. Eventually, Minho stood up, pulling Jisung along with him.

"Come on," he whispered, his hand still holding Jisung's. "Let's go to bed."

"Are we gonna fuc—"

"W-What?! N-No!"

"Hmph!" Jisung pouted, puffing his cheeks slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his head away in a mock show of defiance, though the corners of his lips hinted at a smile.

Minho raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, so now you're being all pouty, huh?" he teased, tugging lightly at Jisung's sleeve.

Jisung rolled his eyes, but the grin he'd been fighting back finally broke through. "Whatever! You meanie!"

"Well, well, I sincerely apologize, your royal highness," Minho shot back with a smirk as he continued to pull Jisung towards the bedroom. "Come on, royalty. I think it's time for you to rest."

The room was dimly lit, the moon casting soft shadows through the curtains. Minho let go of Jisung's hand only to turn around and pull him into a gentle embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" Minho murmured against Jisung's ear, his breath warm and comforting.

Jisung's heart fluttered in his chest. "Hmph... Proud? For what?"

"For being brave. For trusting me. For... being you."

Jisung pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Minho's in the soft light. "I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you."

Minho smiled, his thumb gently brushing against Jisung's cheek. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Before Jisung could respond, Minho leaned in, his lips capturing Jisung's in a tender kiss. It was slow, sweet—filled with the quiet love they shared, the understanding that words couldn't always convey.

Jisung melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Minho's neck, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, both of them breathing softly, their hearts beating in sync.

"I love you," Jisung whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with emotion.

Minho's lips curled into a soft smile. "I love you too."

The air between them was filled with a soft, unspoken understanding as Minho gently guided Jisung toward the bed, his hands never leaving Jisung's waist.

He pressed another lingering kiss to Jisung's forehead before they sat down, their knees touching, hearts still racing.

Minho's fingers traced slow patterns along Jisung's arm, leaving a trail of warmth wherever they passed. "You know..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I've always wondered what it'd be like to have someone who understands me. And now that I do, I just... I don't ever want to let that go."

Jisung's chest tightened with the weight of Minho's words, his heart swelling in response. "Y-You don't have to worry about that," he said softly, his hand coming up to cradle Minho's cheek. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be right here... with you."

Minho's eyes softened, and without a word, he leaned in to capture Jisung's lips once more, this time with a little more intensity, a little more urgency.

The kiss was deeper, their movements slower but more intentional, as though they were savoring each moment, committing every touch and every breath to memory.

As they broke apart, both of them breathless, Jisung rested his forehead against Minho's, his hands gripping the front of Minho's shirt as though grounding himself.

"You mean everything to me," Jisung murmured. "Even when things are complicated, or I feel out of place... you make everything feel okay."

Minho smiled, his thumb brushing softly over Jisung's bottom lip. "You're never out of place when you're with me. We'll figure out all of the strange stuff together, just like we always do."

Jisung's chest fluttered, and he closed his eyes briefly, just soaking in Minho's warmth and the safety of his presence. "I don't know how you always know exactly what to say."

Minho chuckled softly, his voice low and affectionate. "Because I know you. Better than anyone else."

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the room as they held each other close.

Minho's hands moved up and down Jisung's back, a comforting, repetitive motion that made Jisung feel like he was exactly where he belonged.

Finally, Minho spoke again, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. "You deserve everything, Jisung. I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that."

Jisung's heart skipped a beat at the sincerity in Minho's words, and he smiled, his face flushed from both the warmth of the moment and the tenderness in Minho's gaze.

He reached up, brushing a few strands of hair away from Minho's face, his eyes never leaving Minho's.

"I'm just happy I get to spend this time with you," Jisung whispered. "I don't need anything else."

Minho's heart swelled at the honesty in Jisung's words, and he pulled him into a soft, loving kiss, their lips meeting once more, as if sealing a promise between them.

The world outside the room faded away, leaving just the two of them in this quiet, sacred moment.

To be continued...

I actually have three chapters just sitting in my drafts, but I still need to do a lot of proofreading  cuz I wrote these on a random night weeks ago and it was like 3am lol