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The sunset set cast soft shadows on Hyunjin’s bed, enveloped Jisung and him in a warm dim light as he drifted in and off on the other’s embrace. This weekend Hyunjin had asked that they stayed at home, he had been too tired to go with whatever new reckless adventure their friends came up with. And truth be told, he had finally gathered the courage to bring up the topic.
God, he hoped Jisung felt comfortable enough to open up to him. He hoped he was subtle enough so he wouldn’t out his friends as little snitches. Jisung had slept almost the whole afternoon, and although Hyunjin’s arm was numb under him, and he needed to go to the bathroom, he didn’t dare to move. Just how little sleep his soulmate had been getting to be so drained on a Saturday?
He distracted himself for hours watching him sleep, the peaceful and relaxed expression, ever so beautiful, capturing his full attention easily. Jisung was gorgeous and so so cute with the little pout that didn’t leave his mouth even as relaxed as he looked, but that was not news, Hyunjin had always been able to see it. His eyelashes looked so long this up close, and the gentle slope of his tiny nose complemented his features so well. Hyunjin was so in love it used to scared him. But not anymore.
Jisung groaned and his eyebrows knitted together as he squirmed on the bed, his body probably stiff from keeping the same position for so long. Without opening his eyes, he stretched like a cat, making Hyunjin smile fondly even if Jisung couldn’t see. His baby was so cute it was almost unbearable. He then rolled to the side and out of Hyunjin’s arms. Hyunjin felt cold already.
He moved his arm around to pump some blood back into it and threw the covers over Jisung, knowing if he didn’t the boy would wake up as soon as he got up. They had to eat though, so Hyunjin made the effort to get up and get something cooked for them. He turned on the lights as he passed the living room, heading to the kitchen.
He was almost done with cooking when he felt Jisung’s hands snaking around his middle, his breath skimming his neck where Jisung placed and apologetic kiss when Hyunjin startled.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty”, Hyunjin said softly and Jisung only hummed in response, most likely still groggy from sleep. “I’ll be done in just a second”, Jisung’s nose bumped his shoulder when he nodded his answer, and Hyunjin had to look back to watch as the boy waddled to the table. He bit his lips not to coo. Jisung was so precious.
The thought reminded him that somehow Jisung didn’t think the same. He had to change that, no matter what.
“Sorry I slept for so long”, Jisung broke the silence once he was fully awake. “Don’t worry, I could see you were tired, and I was too, so I just let you sleep”, Hyunjin smiled at him and outstretched his hand to him, hoping he was conveying properly that he truly didn’t mind it. “What did you do while I was dead asleep? Weren’t you bored?”
Hyunjin blushed. Usually he’d avoid questions such as this with a simple excuse, saying he played on his phone or watched some videos. Maybe lie that he had slept the whole time as well and only woke up to get something ready for them to eat. Except these excuses could be the reason Jisung didn’t believe or understand just how much he loved him, word over his heart or not. Or perhaps Chan was right and he knew, but couldn’t forgive himself nonetheless.
Not too long before, if it were him he’d likely struggle as well. Every single thing that he did and could bother Jisung left him terrified when the misunderstanding hadn’t been cleared – anxious, scared he had messed up for good and Jisung would hate him. Now he trusted Jisung, and he trusted himself to do what was best for his soulmate.
His Jisung who was scared of losing him as much as he was, who was lacking sleep because of it – he wanted him to trust him as well. And following his discovery of how blind he had been to Jisung’s pain, he had thought long and hard on what he could do to have Jisung trust both of them on this. Because Hyunjin knew they wouldn’t abandon each other again – ever.
So for once in his life he forced himself to create some balls and be honest like Jisung, admit that he was so smitten with him that he had watched him sleep for hours on end and that no, he hadn’t been bored in the slightest.
The pink that bloomed on Jisung’s cheeks and the way he looked so surprised and shy under Hyunjin’s honesty was the best present Hyunjin could’ve asked. Maybe he had been missing out being a timid mess all this time. “You’re kidding right?”, Jisung strained out, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his nervousness.
“I’m serious. You looked so beautiful that I didn’t even feel the time pass”, Jisung pulled his hand from Hyunjin’s so he could hide behind them with a groan. “Shit, that’s so embarrassing”, Hyunjin giggled at his reaction.
“Should I apologise? Do you hate it?”, he asked, knowing the answer very well, but wanting to hear it from Jisung all the same. Flustered Jisung always brought out something dark in him, lit a fire he always barely managed to control. He didn’t plan on holding back anymore, not if it meant Jisung second-guessing himself and still blaming himself for what happened. Hadn’t Jisung realised that Hyunjin was partially at fault too? He had hidden that he knew Jisung was his soulmate after all. Had he been honest as Jisung, his own pain would have been shortened. But he had been scared and had thought it was all his fault.
So much like Jisung was doing at the moment – hiding and suffering in silence. He wanted to see himself in Jisung, but not like this.
“I don’t hate it. It’s just… embarrassing”, Jisung wasn’t looking up, his bashfulness only making Hyunjin want to tease him more. “That’s good, because I love watching you sleep, although I can see that you might find that creepy.”
“It’s not creepy, I promise. I’m just…”, Hyunjin grinned dangerously, completed the phrase Jisung didn’t want to finish himself, “Shy?”
“Y-yeah”, he huffed.
Han Jisung was a confident person, the kind of person that was so confident that turned sassy and cocky, always with a comeback ready. He knew his attributes and how to use them in his favour. Hyunjin had seen him get what he wanted with confidence and eloquence alone more times than he could count, but there he was. Blushing, trying to hide and curling on himself, looking so cute and small under his gaze.
Hyunjin wished for nothing more if he got to see more of it, but not while Jisung was hurting; they needed to talk. He had to be careful and patient if he wanted to make Jisung see that, he didn’t want to scare him away. So he waited until they were chilling on the couch, Jisung already recomposed and relaxed.
“You know, I’ve never seen you so tired, and it looks like it’s getting worse”, he started. With Jisung being direct was the best route, so the boy wouldn’t wiggle his way out of it. He also knew if Jisung started to bullshit some sort of excuse, he’d not be able to counter it without outing his friends, so he didn’t let him even begin it.
“You know, I think we’re in a point where you can trust me with your worries, Sungie. I want to be there for you just like you’re always there for me”, did this count as guilt-tripping his soulmate into admitting his biggest fears? Hyunjin didn’t mind playing dirty if it was on Jisung’s best interest.
“I…”
“Please?”, he pouted to his best abilities. “Tell me, Sungie. Aren’t I your soulmate?”, and maybe that was a low blow. But again, he had to go hard or go home with Jisung.
He wasn’t so merciless though. That was as far as he’d push it. So he waited as Jisung collected his thoughts.
“I can’t forgive myself, Hyunie… and it’s giving me nightmares. I can’t sleep if you’re not there”, Hyunjin sighed in relief. Finally he’d be able to get his weight off Jisung’s chest. He hoped so, at least. “Haven’t I told you that I forgive you, baby? Even those bad words have been gone for awhile now”, he cradled his soulmate’s face, smoothed the dark eye bags gently.
“I believe you!”, he placed his hands on top of Hyunjin’s with shaky fingers. “But that’s just because you’re too forgiving and kind. I don’t deserve you, Hyunie. Not after what I’ve done, I can’t just accept it”, he shook his head, the tears that fell swiped away by Hyunjin’s thumbs as he tried to keep Jisung’s eyes on his.
“Baby, will you listen to me?”, Hyunjin pleaded, and Jisung gave up trying to shy away from him. “You’ve hurt me. But you know what? I’ve hurt you too”, the boy shook his head and Hyunjin tightened his hold on him. “I have. My silence on all those months led us to that horrible breaking point. And that silence is still hurting you now. Because if I had spoken up and told you we were soulmates, you’d have questioned your thoughts about me much sooner. Do you want to know how I know that?”
Jisung gulped, his shimmery eyes still on Hyunjin, “I know it because you’re kind as well. You’re not cruel, Jisungie. I was wrong”, Jisung sobbed, but Hyunjin wasn’t done. “I’m still healing from that mess, but I want you to heal with me. I don’t want to be ok on my own. I love you more than anything and I want us to walk beside each other from now on, together”, Jisung squeezed his hands and he let them fall to the sides of the boys neck, letting him wipe away his tears on his own.
Hyunjin himself was wavering already, the fat droplets stuck to his lower lashes and threatening to flow, but he wanted to be able to ground Jisung, and if he cried he wouldn’t.
The long inhale Jisung took allowed him to calm down a little. It was so much to take in. Hyunjin had told him he forgave him more than once, but it felt different now. ‘I don’t want to be ok on my own’, Jisung let the words sink in. Jisung didn’t want to leave Hyunjin alone either. “I… I’m so scared you’ll change your mind, Hyunie. That I’ll fuck up again and you’ll-“, he choked on the words, feeling overwhelmed again. Saying them out loud made them feel so real, he couldn’t.
“I’ll never leave you Han Jisung”, Hyunjin locked eyes with him. “And you belong with me, so don’t you dare leave me either!”
“I’m yours”, Jisung whispered, his voice coarse from all the crying. “I’m never leaving you either”, Hyunjin’s lips trembled, and before he could do anything about it, he was the one crying on Jisung’s shoulder, hugging him close, but wanting him closer.
He dragged Jisung to his lap, the boy following easily and instantly slotting their mouths together in a heated kiss that overflowed in passion with all their bottled up feelings. Their tongues clashed as never before and nothing had ever felt so perfect, so right. They had kissed countless times, but always soft and wary, never like that.
“You’re mine, Jisungie”, Hyunjin whispered into Jisung’s open mouth, needing the closeness as much as his boyfriend. Jisung’s breath hitched, his dick twitched, and he cursed under his breath. Smirking and all too satisfied, Hyunjin licked his lips, “You like that, baby? Like being mine?”, he pointed that last word nipping at Jisung’s bottom lip and began trailing down his jaw, to the spot where it connected with his neck, sucking hard at the skin so it’d bruise.
Jisung rutted down with a shuddery breath, gave his soulmate space to mark him up. Hyunjin’s mesmerised gaze on his bright red cheeks and ears and on the newly blooming love bites on his neck set Jisung on fire. “Is this ok?”, he pouted when Hyunjin gripped his waist to keep him still until he answered him. The lack of friction driving him crazy enough that he overcame his bashfulness for long enough to answer, “S-shit, yes, Hyunie”, he hid on Hyunjin’s neck, “I’m yours. Make me yours.”
The world shifted around Jisung as Hyunjin hoisted him up. He locked his legs around Hyunjin’s waist, a little yelp escaping him with the sudden movement. He’d complain, but it was just so hot, and Hyunjin looked sinful with his half-lidded eyes and those absurd arms carrying him like he was nothing. So he kept quiet for once. He fell on the bed softly, Hyunjin placing him as if he was made of glass on the mattress, a stark contrast with the way he looked ready to wreck Jisung to shreds.
“Is this ok?”, he pulled Hyunjin down instead of answering, biting back on his thick lips, satisfied when the boy moaned and ground down on him. He felt Hyunjin would probably want to be sure, so he answered him when he finally let go of his soulmates lips, now glossy and bitten red. “Yes, please.”
He felt himself melt and merge with the bed as Hyunjin brought their lengths together, both so wound up that their clothes were discarded hastily so they could have their naked skins hot on each other. His eyes were lost on Hyunjin, his soulmate looking powerful and huge on top of him, his hand looking so big around his shaft, his dick longer and thicker than Jisung’s making him feel even tinier as Hyunjin closed his fist around himself as well, bringing their cocks to rut on one another. Fuck, Hyunjin was a god incarnate, he was sure. It felt so hot, so good.
“Yeah?”, Hyunjin asked above him, and he noticed he had been saying it out loud. He should be embarrassed, but he was already too gone for that, only nodded quickly in response, shielded his eyes with his hands when Hyunjin smirked, and his soulmate let it slip this time. It was all so much, if he let his gazer linger he’d come too fast, and he wanted more. He needed more.
“M-more, pleas-“, he whimpered when Hyunjin pulled away instantly, but before dread could settle he saw Hyunjin scrambling to the nightstand and propping open the first drawer. He blindly threw the lube behind him and continued to rummage, looking for a condom probably. “Lube’s enough”, he gulped when Hyunjin’s head whiplashed back.
He cupped his cheek, leaned down to talk into Jisung’s space, “You sure?”
“Y-yeah, I want to feel you. And we’re clean…”, he managed to say.
Soon he was spread on the sheets, legs on each side of his boyfriend’s slim hips as Hyunjin opened way with wet fingers. He thrusted sluggishly, dragging the pads on Jisung’s hot walls as he searched for his prostate. Jisung was normally impatient and desperate though, and with two fingers inside his ass he’d be no different. He rolled his hips back to get more friction, spur Hyunjin to finger-fuck him instead of teasing him like he was.
Hyunjin smacked his thigh and glared, “Don’t rush me, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You w-won’t, p-please”, Jisung tried to get him deeper again, shameless. Hyunjin shook his head, amused, and added a third finger slowly. Jisung moaned so prettily he struggled not to give in and just fuck him, so he settled in marking his inner thighs, then his tummy and chest, carefully avoiding all the pretty words scattered around. “You look so pretty spread around my fingers, baby”, Hyunjin said breathless, loving the way Jisung writhed and squirmed at the praise, clamped down on his fingers almost painfully as his body waved in pleasure.
“H-yuni-“, Jisung stammered, “please”, he pleaded. Jisung really was beautiful all fucked-out, Hyunjin wanted a picture to make it last forever. He ignored his pleas and continued slowly pumping his fingers into him, occasionally brushing against the boy’s prostate so he’d whine louder. God, he loved the sounds Jisung made.
Hyunjin’s own teasing was getting to him though, his hips jerking forward in seek of relief as he watched his baby sprawled out for him, marked and stretched around his fingers, looking the epitome of blissed-out.
“Fuck me, Hyunie”, Jisung whined, “Come on, I need it, please”, Jisung sounded to wrung out, and Hyunjin finally took pity on him (and himself).
And if kissing Jisung felt like stars aligning, he really didn’t have works to what fucking him felt like. Their voices mingled in hiccuped moans as he fucked Jisung hard and fast, tired of drawing out their releases. He aimed his thrusts to hit Jisung’s prostate every time he bottomed out, and it didn’t take long for Jisung’s tight walls start spasming around him taking him so close too the edge he had to clench his teeth not to come on the spot. He would be embarrassed for lasting so little, but he knew Jisung wouldn’t hold it against him.
“Su-Sungie”, he bowed over the boy whilst keeping his thrusts as best as he could. “I fuck- gonna make me come, baby”, he moaned into Jisung’s mouth, the boy moaning along with him. “C-come in-side me, pleas-“
He slammed forward and painted Jisung’s insides before his boyfriend could even finish, his high so strong his vision blacked out and his voice didn’t make out of his throat. He wasn’t done though, not until Jisung was done, so he rode his orgasm like a dog in heat until his oversensitivity started to get painful.
When he pulled out he quickly sank his three fingers back into the boy and grabbed the base of Jisung’s cock to hold it against his open mouth. Jisung looked at him like he was an angel sent from heaven. “Mark me too, Jisung, come for me”, Hyunjin whispered, breath fanning over the boy’s cock. Jisung thrashed around on the bed as Hyunjin swallowed him whole and sucked hard, making Jisung come down his throat, and on his mouth and face when he spluttered and had to pull back a little.
He pulled off with a pop only when Jisung was coherent enough to look down at him. Stalking up the bed like a tiger, he held Jisung’s jaw, the boy opening his mouth without Hyunjin having to ask. The come dripped from his mouth to Jisung’s and he kissed him instead of allowing him to swallow, both humming in pleasure as they rolled the semen on their tongues, Hyunjin ultimately sucking whatever he could back into his mouth so he could swallow most part.
Jisung ran his fingers on the mess on Hyunjin’s face, working it into his skin instead of cleaning it of. “Mine”, he whispered with a dopey smile. “Yours.”
He slumped beside Jisung as tiredness caught up to him, and they cuddled to nap, too gone to care about the stickiness clinging to them.
Hyunjin woke up first, filled up the tub, wet some towels to clean off the rough of their mess on both Jisung and him whilst the boy still slept.
“Sungie, wake up. Time to clean up”, he called him quietly. All he got as a response was a grunt and a yawn. He giggled and took Jisung in his arms to the bathroom, laying him gently inside the tub and slipping behind him. He grabbed a protein bar he had set on the little toiletry stand and handed it to the boy, then water when he was done with that.
“Should we really be eating in the tub?”, Jisung’s voice was still rough from sleep, and his face puffy in the cutest way – he looked even more like a squirrel like this. “I don’t see the problem, and it didn’t look like you were willing to move as far as the kitchen.”
Jisung didn’t retort anything, only hummed and leaned back on Hyunjin’s chest, playing with his fingers, mapping out his hands as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
“I was thinking”, he said finally, “We should had just hate fucked each other on day 5”, Hyunjin bursted out laughing, wholeheartedly happy.
“I love you, Sungie”, Hyunjin placed a kiss on his cheekbone.
“I love you too, Hyunie”, Jisung smiled, the brightest smile Hyunjin had ever seen.
On both their chests, love grew bigger.
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The slam on the table startled Hyunjin so bad his cereal went down the wrong pipe, making Jisung swear and hit his back voicing a thousand apologies. “Don’t try to kill me, Jisung, I’ll haunt you from my grave!”, Hyunjin complained with watery eyes.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking”, he laughed as he sat on the chair facing Hyunjin. “We need to talk.”
Hyunjin raised a brow, “That shit can’t scare me when you’re grinning from ear to ear, baby”, he giggled at Jisung’s affronted look. “I can be scary if I want to!”
“Sure sure”, Hyunjin dismissed him, downing another spoonful of cereal. “So, what’s up?”
“I want you to meet my family”, the spoon fell to the floor, and it was Jisung’s turn to raise an amused brow. “What? You don’t want to?”
“I- I do!”, Hyunjin said louder than he’d wanted and blushed. “I just wasn’t expecting this… your family?”
“Yeah!”, Jisung giggled and bounced on his seat. “Look, her birthday is coming up, and my parents have been bugging me to introduce you to them for some time now, so…”
“Sounds like the perfect opportunity?”, Jisung nodded eagerly. “Unless you’d rather not to… if you think it’s too soon-“
“I’d love to, Han Jisung”, Hyunjin laced their hands over the table, cereal long forgotten. Hyunjin loved mornings like these. Waking up to Jisung by his side, watching him slowly come awake and run his hands through his soft hair to smooth it into place. The fact that he failed every time and always had a tuff sticking up and Hyunjin had to flatten it for him only made things even more perfect. Meeting Jisung’s parents felt like the right next step.
Truth be told, he thought Jisung didn’t want Hyunjin to meet them yet. They were mostly healed from their rough beginning, but he knew Jisung was very sensitive to change, he could tell it scared the shit out of him. If Jisung was ready, he was too.
In fact, he had been planning on pushing things to move forward, so Jisung inviting him lined up pretty well. The thing is, Felix spent most of his time on Chan’s and Jisung’s home. And Jisung practically lived with him, heading home only to get more clothes and wash the dirty ones. So Felix had brought up the idea of switching apartments completely to him, and maybe this was the cue he needed.
He was pretty confident that Jisung wouldn’t mind, it’d only make things easier for him, and if he knew his baby well – and he did – he’d probably get all cute and emotional on him. Hyunjin was so going to plan the switch with Felix and surprise his baby.
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Jisung’s house was warm. Not in the sense that it was physically hot, but warm in cosiness. The warm-cream sofa complimented the darker rug that was centred in the living room well, and the walls were filled with pictures of them together, many of Jisung with his sister. No wonder Jisung had flipped his shit when she got hurt. They seemed really close.
Jisung’s family was just as warm. Turns out Jisung got his cuteness from his dad, and his confidence from his mom, both giggly and loud just like his soulmate. Hyunjin clicked right away with Jisung’s sister too, and she wasn’t awkward at all with him, even when asking how much of a dick Jisung had been to him before noticing he wasn’t Hwang Hyunjun.
“I figured right away that he had mixed up everything when he told us your name and showed us a picture”, he huffed. “Seriously, Jisung-oppa is so stupid. You two aren’t even that much alike! Did he tell you he showed up here with a busted face and full of cuts on his hand to ask about him?”
Hyunjin shook his head. So that’s how Jisung had cleared things up, huh. “The face was my fault, sorry.”
“Don’t be. If it were me, I’d have gone for his teeth”, she said matter-of-factly.
“Hey! I can hear you!”, Jisung yelled from the kitchen where he was helping his father cut onions whilst his mother stood by the stove. Hyunjin heard another yell when said mother swatted his head. “Don’t scream, Jisung!”, Hyunjin had tears in his eyes from laughing so much. Funny ran in the family as well, from what Hyunjin could tell.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can help with?”, he asked for what felt like the hundredth time, but how could he not? Since he arrived he had only joked around with Jisung’s sister on the couch while they did all the work. “You sit there all pretty, Hyunie-hyung.”
Jisung flushed bright red when his parent’s and his sister’s head turned to him, bitting his lip and looking down. Hyunjin was in love, his soulmate was the cutest. “Guess I’ll try my best to look pretty then”, Hyunjin giggled, not missing the chance to rub it in. His sister seemed to like it.
“Wow, I’ve never seen someone shut him up like that, you’re good, Hyunjin-oppa!”, she laughed and high-fived him. The resemblance in their laughter was uncanny as well. Hyunjin felt like he had walked into a parallel universe with many versions of Jisung.
They even ate similarly! Hyunjin was baffled, really. All with the same puffed-out cheeks full of food and chatting nonstop, bickering and then laughing at each other. Hyunjin watched delighted, beamed at Jisung when their eyes crossed. The only thing that didn’t add up much was how good the food was, his mother’s talent must’ve skipped Jisung.
“Hey, I was the one that made that dessert, you ungrateful ferret!”, Jisung pointed his dessert spoon at him as he spoke with cheeks stuffed full. His mother hit the back of his head again. “Oh, really? It’s really good, Sungie~ You should make me desserts more often!”, Hyunjin beamed only to see his baby blush and babble. It never failed. He took another spoon of the pie and felt something cold on his tongue. He panicked a bit, and bit on the hard object, afraid he’d swallow whatever the fuck Jisung had let fall into the pie. If it was something dirty Hyunjin would kill him, fuck all their work at getting better!
He hummed desperately and pointed at his mouth, all three of the family members fanning over him and telling him to spit it. Jisung’s mother was already shouting at Jisung. Hyunjin spat the object on his hand and…
A ring?
Four heads snapped to where Jisung had been sitting not a second before, but the boy had already gotten around the table and was pushing his father aside, spinning the chair Hyunjin was sitting on. He dropped on a knee and took the frost and drool covered ring on his hand.
“Hwang Hyunjin, I know I’ve almost scared you to death just now and that I have too many flaws to count. Since you’ve entered my life I’ve only grown to be a better person though and, if you’ll give me the honour, I’d like to keep growing by your side every day of my life, until my days end. I love you more than anything and anyone on this big round Earth. Will you marry me?”
Hyunjin hugged Jisung, pulling him up from his knees and nuzzling on his neck, sobbing while the boy soothed his back with a fond smile on his face. It took Hyunjin a while to recover, but e eventually croaked out a tiny ‘yes’ and kissed Jisung silly.
When they stood up Jisung’s mother was sobbing, much like Hyunjin, on her husband’s shoulder and his sister was pretending – and failing – to be tough while shoving pie down to hide her sniffles. He swore he heard her mutter “smooth fucker” under her breath, but he could be imagining things.
They ended up spending the rest of the day playing video games with Jisung’s sister. Jisung’s parents surprisingly joining the fun and beating all their asses on Mario Kart. Hyunjin was so happy. He couldn’t stop glancing down to his and Jisung’s hands, to where the – now clean – ring wrapped around his finger and the complementary band was snug on Jisung's. Fuck, Hyunjin was so happy.
“Did you like it?”, Jisung grasped the ring on Hyunjin’s finger and rolled it around the digit. It was a tiny bit loose, but they could get that fixed later, the guy on the store had been nice enough to give Jisung a few weeks to get it adjusted if he needed it. He’d have measured Hyunjin’s finger when the boy was asleep, but he always ended up falling asleep first and waking up later than his boyfriend… fiancé. He smiled at the difference. It felt nice saying it on his head, he couldn’t wait to tell the others so he could say it out loud.
“Oh! Before you go, Sungie, I’ll be sending your engagement presents to your apartment, so please, don’t forget to check your mailbox!”, Jisung groaned but promised he’d be careful anyway. “You could just drive and drop them, or I could come get them”, he mumbled, but shut up when his father sent him a death glare.
“You don’t even know what it is, how can you say that you’ll come get it?”, his mother rolled her eyes. “Just check the mailbox!”, Jisung nodded.
“Actually…”, Hyunjin pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to Jisung. “You might want to tell them your new address before we leave then”, Hyunjin smiled smugly. Jisung turned the key on his hand and looked confused at Hyunjin. “I’m… moving?”
“You’ve moved already, actually. All your stuff is at my – our – apartment as off now.”
Jisung’s eyes welled up, “You’re telling me we I’ve… and you have- at the same time?”, Jisung stuttered, and Hyunjin cooed and hugged him. “Yes, exactly what you failed to say. I don’t live with Felix anymore, I live with you”, he cupped Jisung’s cheeks and looked into his eyes, his own welling up as well because they were both emotional love bugs, “My fiancé.”
Jisung was the happiest man alive and no one could convince him otherwise. He all but jumped on Hyunjin, wrapping his legs around the boy, and kissed him. A salty kiss from his tears, but a very nice kiss nonetheless if you want to know.
Their love bubble was popped by Jisung’s mother wailing on her husband’s embrace again, and they had to laugh because she was just so cute. Jisung’s sister was crying too, unable to fake her way out with pie this time around. “You better-“, he swallowed and sniffled, “You better take good care of my br-brother!”
Hyunjin nodded.
“I will. Forever.”
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“Hey, let’s bet who’s gonna notice the rings first”, Jisung bounced on his heels as they waited their friends to get to Hyunjin’s… to their apartment.
“Will it make you stop exuding anxiety and making me sweaty?”, Hyunjin huffed, although he wasn’t really annoyed, he was just as nervous as Jisung.
“It just might”, his fiancé smirked. “Then I’ll bet on Minho.”
“Minho doesn’t notice this kind of shit!”, Jisung rolled his eyes, “you’re wasting a good bet here.”
“We didn’t even decide what we’re betting on!”, he snorted.
“What do you want, baby?”, Jisung wiggled his eyebrows. Hyunjin pretended to cringe, but the pink on his cheeks told Jisung he had hit the nail. “You can try that kinky thing you’re thinking about right now”, he giggled at Hyunjin’s flustered expression. Right on the nail.
“F-fine. But I’ll still bet on Minho”, he shrugged.
“And what will I get if I win?”, Jisung’s toothy grin looked a bit too evil on his cute quokka face, but whatever, Hyunjin could give him anything. “You can choose anything.”
“Wait, really?”, he gawked, his mouth a big ‘oh’. “Yeah, really”. Hyunjin smirked. Jisung was definitely thinking about something kinky too.
“I’ll bet on Changbin!”
When the boys arrived both of them answered the door, too eager to see who’d win their little bet. Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin barely looked at them and hurried to the couch, Felix already calling dibs on playing first. Chan hugged both of them and sauntered inside, looking tired and flopping beside Jeongin.
They accompanied Changbin inside, the boy asking them if everything was in place and if they needed help with anything, which both of them quickly dismissed. They expected Minho to follow them, but the boy was stuck by the door.
Chan was the first to notice, “What’s wrong Minho?”, he got up and walked to the boy. Minho looked away and sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back on his hand and his eyes with its heel. “What is it, Minho?”
Everybody was already up, Hyunjin already smiling victoriously at Jisung.
“T-this fuckers!”, he pointed at the couple. “This-“, he sobbed, making heads turn to them instead. Hyunjin took Jisung’s hand and raised it, their ringed fingers on display.”
Felix squealed and hugged an equally squealing Changbin. Chan just walked slowly to them and took both their hands in his. “This…”
“Sungie asked me to marry him!”, Hyunjin beamed. Minho just crouched on the floor and cried like a baby, Seungmin and Jeongin laughing at him but also rubbing his back in comfort. Chan gave them both a bear hug. “I’m so happy for you both!”, he cried.
Felix and Changbin joined the hug with so much force that the hugging trio fell to the floor with a loud thud, Hyunjin screeching as he and Jisung were crushed. It seemed fun, so Seungmin and Jeongin pulled Minho to join to, soon Jisung begging for mercy.
They’d had horrible days in their past, but under that pile of idiots, Hyunjin felt safe, felt at home. If he had known that things would be fine before, now he was only surer, because as long as Jisung’s laughter and whiny voice echoed close to him, he knew he was not alone.
Hyunjin felt loved.
Suddenly all the fussing stopped, the Youngers getting up and helping old Minho and Chan as well. Jisung and Hyunjin lay on the floor giggling still.
“Sungie…”, Changbin gulped and pulled Jisung sitting. “On your neck…”
Jisung clasped a hand over his neck, on the wrong side that Changbin meant and the small man rolled his eyes. “Here”, he put Jisung’s hand where he had meant. “You have a word there.”
Jisung’s and Hyunjin’s eyes bulged out, the latter sitting to see what it was.
Everyone circled them and Jisung darted his eyes around, trying to gauge their expressions. “W-what is it??”
Hyunjin smiled at him and cupped his cheeks to kiss the top of his nose.
Home.