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Five Years Later

Jisung’s face fell as Jeongin had ignored him again. He watched him refuse to pass the ball to his teammate who was clearly and obviously wide open, instead trying to score himself. Jisung clenched his fists. It was the third time he had told him to look at his surroundings. 

He didn’t score. There was no opportunity. Jisung was getting irritated. 

“Jeongin!” He called out as he signaled to the referee for a substitution. The whistle sounded loud and all his players looked confused at the sudden discontinued play. He waved him over, and Jeongin’s furious eyes were glaring in his direction. They were down by two scores. They needed to start using teamwork and Jeongin had no intention of doing that.

Jeongin didn’t even acknowledge his teammate as he held his hand up for a high five. He had completely ignored him. Jisung was pissed now as he grabbed Jeongin by the elbow. 

“You’re on the bench. Go sit down,” he told him firmly, gesturing for his replacement to get onto the field. Jeongin’s eyes narrowed in on him. 

“Why?” he questioned immediately, the twelve year old staring at him like he was crazy.

“Because you’re not listening and I’m tired of your attitude.” 

“What do you mean I’m not listening? And what attitude?” He sounded offended, and Jisung didn’t have time to argue with him right now. They had a game to play. 

It was rare for him to talk back, so he was a little thrown off. He could see his angry pout as he puffed in breaths of air.

But this behavior of his had been going on for a few weeks, and Jisung was getting sick of it. He was snippy and short, and whenever Jisung tried to talk to him, he would walk away. At first he didn’t think much of it, but as the weeks continued and his attitude remained the same, he was starting to think that something was wrong. He barely wanted to play soccer with him, and they only hung out when Jisung asked him to do something. It hurt his heart, but he thought maybe he was just growing up and growing out of wanting to hang around his dad’s boyfriend all the time. 

Jisung decided to ignore him for now, but Jeongin wasn’t taking that. 

“Put me back on the field,” he demanded, and that made Jisung freeze. He never talked to him like that. 

“You need to do as you’re told and sit on the bench like I said.” 

Jeongin was fuming. He could see him clench his fists and tighten his jaw. He slammed himself down on the bench, knocking over the water cooler and a few water bottles with his drama. Jisung tried not to roll his eyes as Jeongin kicked a cone to the side. He crossed his arms over his chest in defiance.

Jeongin didn’t even bother to watch the rest of the game. He had his back turned as his eyes watched the sidelines. It was rare he acted so bratty. Usually he was sweet, kind and obedient. He seldom argued with his father, and he never once fought with Jisung. But there was always a first time for everything. 

They had lost the game, and Jisung was pissed at how happy Jeongin looked when the final whistle blew. Jisung didn’t like the way he was acting at all. He helped Jisung and the rest of the team put the equipment away, but when all the players left the field and Jeongin still had that smirk on his face, Jisung couldn’t stand it. 

“Do you have something you want to say?” he asked calmly, and Jeongin looked over at him with a scowl. 

“Nope.” He popped his lips with his words as he spoke, and Jisung had no idea why he was acting like such a brat. 

“You understand we lost that game because you refused to pass the ball to your teammates, right?” he accused him, and Jeongin’s frown deepened.

“No, we lost that game because you took me out for some reason, so you had no one to score,” he snapped back, and that made Jisung’s eyebrow twitch. He placed the watercooler into the back of the car as Jeongin hopped into the backseat and slammed the door shut. Jisung winced and tried to take in a deep calming breath. 

He rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. He could see Jeongin’s angry face through the rearview mirror. 

That quiet boy he used to know had changed so much. He was the star of his school’s soccer team at just twelve years old. The youngest one on the team once again. Jisung was incredibly proud of him. He was asked to coach in the U15 league, and while he loved his younger kids, he selfishly wanted to continue to coach Jeongin. So he accepted the position without a second thought. 

And Jeongin knew he was talented, but Jisung had no idea where his selfish and cocky attitude was coming from all of a sudden.

“I took you out because you need to learn that when you’re out on the field, it’s not all about you,” he told him, trying not to raise his voice. 

“I never said it was!” Jeongin yelled now, and Jisung bit his lip.

“Then why did you refuse to pass the ball? We had open players in center field and there were at least five times that you took the ball yourself when you had no opportunity.” he asked, and Jeongin was getting more pissed by the second. 

“Because they’re not as good as me! What’s the difference if I take the ball and miss or they take the ball and miss?” 

That made Jisung’s anger boil.

“You’re sitting out the next game,” he told him, and Jeongin raged.

“What? You’ve got to be kidding–”

“You just proved that you don’t believe in teamwork, and until you can prove to me that your selfish attitude has changed, then you’re not playing.” 

Jeongin’s jaw was hanging open. 

“This is fucking stupid,” he mumbled under his breath, and Jisung turned so fast in his seat that he thought he was going to crash the car. 

“Don’t you dare talk like that,” he warned, and Jeongin snarled at him. 

“You’re not my dad and you’re not my mom, so don't tell me what to do!” 

Jisung had no idea why that stung him so hard, but it did. Jeongin turned his face so he was staring out the window now. Jisung had nothing else to say, because he wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t his dad, and he wasn’t his legal guardian either. 

He was just his dad’s boyfriend. That was it. Jisung clenched his hands on the steering wheel as he drove the rest of the way home, quietly uncomfortable. 

When he pulled into the driveway, Jeongin didn’t waste slamming the door open. He was making his way to the front of the house, and Jisung was pissed that he wasn’t going to help him with the equipment in the backseat. 

“Hey, where are you going?” he called out, and Jeongin turned to glare at him.

“Inside.” 

“You need to help me with the equipment.” He tried to sound authoritative, but it was definitely shaky. 

“Stop telling me what to do. I don’t want to talk to you. I hate you, so leave me alone!” 

Jisung felt his heart snap inside his chest. Those angry eyes and hurtful words pierced his body. He swallowed as his throat became a little tight. Jeongin slammed the front door shut behind him. He was lucky his father wasn’t home to hear it almost break off the hinges. 

He decided that maybe it was best to let him cool down, so he started unpacking the equipment by himself. That didn’t stop the painful stinging sensation inside his body as Jeongin’s words repeated themselves over and over in his head. 

I hate you.

He had never said that before. He never really even got mad at him before. He would have his little tantrums, but that was about it. He never pulled the mom and dad card either. Jisung tried to blink back his emotions as he placed everything into the garage. 

When he walked in, the house was silent. Minho was still at work, since he was busy handling a client audit that wasn’t going smoothly. He had texted him that he wouldn’t be home until after eight. Jisung had to get dinner ready for him, knowing he would be hungry. He knew Jeongin was locked in his room because he could suddenly hear the music blasting through the walls. He sighed and decided to start cooking. 

At the moment, he was still working at the music store. He had been working there part time since he graduated college. He had been working a few side jobs with a few of his friends in the music production industry, but they were all temporary positions. He was struggling to find his way in, and he was slowly losing his confidence in himself. 

Every time he worked one of those temp jobs, he was hoping they would call back with a full time offer. Unfortunately, it had yet to happen. Minho was sweet and encouraging, saying that he would break through someday, but now, as he was at least four full years out of college, he had no idea what to do. 

He was starting to feel lost, and he hated that he couldn’t provide enough for Minho or Jeongin. He barely got paid working at the music store, and of course he had income from coaching soccer, but it definitely wasn’t enough. Minho always paid for groceries, meals and whatever they needed for the house, and refused to let Jisung help. To be fair, he made incredible money at the firm, but he wished he could help just a little. He hated feeling so useless. 

So he took Jeongin to school everyday, allowing Minho to get to work and sleep in when he needed to. He took Jeongin to soccer practice and always made him dinner before he returned home from work. He kept the house clean, and made sure Jeongin was in bed at a proper time if he had to work late. It was the least he could do since he was basically freeloading. Minho wouldn’t let him help pay the mortgage either. 

Usually he would smile when he heard the front door open, but his heart was heavy today. 

“It smells good in here,” Minho said, walking in and looking as dapper as ever. He loosened his tie and placed his bag on the chair. He immediately walked over to Jisung and slipped his hands around his waist, pulling him in to kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

“Hi. Dinner will be ready in five or so minutes,” he told him as he peppered kisses all over his face and neck. 

“Thank you for cooking, sweetheart.” 

He always thanked him. Every single time. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” he told him, and that made Minho smile. Jisung could see it instantly fade as he caught the sight of his slight frown. 

“What’s wrong?” he questioned softly, and Jisung shrugged his shoulders. He could never hide his feelings from him, even if he tried. Minho was always so attentive. 

He knew he should probably tell him about their little spat, because there was no way he wouldn’t find out about it in about ten minutes when he tried to get Jeongin to emerge from his bedroom for dinner. 

“Jeongin and I…had a little fight today,” he told him, and Minho’s eyes went wide.

“A fight? About what?” he asked, clearly shocked. 

“I took him off the field during the game because he wasn’t utilizing his teammates and he got upset with me,” he explained, deciding not to throw him under the bus for swearing in the car. He still had a soft spot for him, even if he just told him he hated him about an hour ago. His heart clenched again. “I tried to talk to him about it but he wouldn’t listen.”

That made Minho’s eyebrows scrunch in disappointment. 

“Well, he needs to learn to listen. I swear he’s been a little…defiant these days.” He shook his head, and Jisung sighed. 

“I mean, he is that age, right?” He didn’t want to excuse his behavior, but he was trying to make himself feel better by thinking he didn’t mean what he said, that maybe it was puberty or something. 

“I’ll talk to him and grab him for dinner.” He let Jisung go with a quick peck on the forehead. That made Jisung’s chest go tight. He knew he couldn’t tell him not to. He was his son after all. He just nodded as Minho made his way to Jeongin’s room. 

The timer on the rice cooker went off, and Jisung quickly gathered everything and placed their meal on the table. If there was one thing he was getting better at, it was cooking. He smiled, feeling a little proud of himself. 

“...if you’re going to talk to me that way, then you can sit in your room the rest of the night.” 

He could hear Minho’s voice booming down the hall. 

“Good, get out!” 

Jisung winced as he heard the door slam. That clearly hadn’t gone well.

Jisung bit his lip as Minho made his way back into the kitchen. His aggravated face made Jisung frown even more. He could see his stress as well as he ran his hand through his hair. The last thing he needed was to deal with his son’s bad attitude after a long day of work. 

Unfortunately, Jisung couldn’t help but think that he looked incredibly hot when he was pissed off. 

“Looks like it’s just me and you for dinner,” Minho said then, pulling out his chair. Jisung sighed but nodded. They ate together silently at first as Minho was trying to calm himself down. He was usually incredibly patient, but Jeongin seemed to be testing that lately. 

“How was work today?” Jisung asked, trying to take his mind off of it. That must have been the wrong thing to bring up because he let out a deep sigh. 

“Frustrating. This client is a pain in our asses every single year. Every time we ask them to have documentation ready it’s like pulling teeth, as if they’ve never had a damn audit done before,” he vented, and Jisung just nodded, even if he had no idea what the hell he was really talking about. 

“I’m sorry babe.” He frowned and Minho shook his head. He paused for a second before shoving a fork full of food into his mouth. 

“I have to go out of town next week,” he said suddenly, and that made Jisung’s eyes glance over to him. He had a disappointed look on his face. 

“But, Jeongin’s parent-teacher conference is next week,” he mentioned, and Minho gave him a soft smile. 

“I don’t want to make you feel like you have to say yes, I can always call the school and reschedule, but if you want, would you want to go?” he asked, and Jisung felt his heart jump. 

Jeongin’s words from earlier immediately returned to his mind. 

You’re not my dad and you’re not my mom. 

He felt the sadness swirl in his stomach. 

“I–I mean…is that alright?” He didn’t want to say no. Minho had done so much for him, the least he could do was step in when he needed him to. 

“Of course it’s alright,” he assured him, but Jisung still couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t really have the right, even with Minho beaming at him. 

“O–Okay. I can do that.” He nodded and Minho grabbed his hand in his.

“You’re sure, baby? I don’t want to–”

“I want to. You know I love Jeongin,” he interrupted, not wanting him to think he was forcing him. He always did that. 

“I owe you. Thank you for doing this.” He pressed a kiss to the back of his hand and Jisung couldn’t stop the blush from forming. He was always so kind to him. 

“You really don’t, and you don’t have to thank me,” he mumbled, and he could hear Minho chuckle a little bit. 

Minho didn’t respond, but he smiled at him, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. Jisung argued with him as he tried to help him clean the kitchen. Of course he did it anyway, even if he was exhausted. He had been working such long hours lately that as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Jisung didn’t mind. He cuddled up to his side and watched television until he fell asleep as well. Even though it took him a while since he couldn’t get Jeongin’s words out of his head. 

Jisung yawned as he helped Minho roll his suitcase to the front door. He had an early flight, and he wanted to say goodbye before he was gone for the week.

“I’ll call you when I get there. If you need anything, or if something goes wrong, I will book the quickest flight back, alright?” he assured him, and that made Jisung smile.

“I think we’ll be okay,” he told him with a gentle smile. Minho tugged him in by the waist and pressed a long kiss to his lips. Jisung whined a bit into it, feeling Minho’s wide hand spread out on his lower back. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy lately,” he apologized, breathing against his mouth. Jisung shivered, feeling his hand dip into his sweatpants. 

“It’s okay. You’re a hardworking man, I understand.” He smirked, and Minho dove in to capture his lips again. Jisung gasped as Minho gripped his ass, squeezing it with a smirk. 

“After this week is over I’ll have some down time. I want to take you out,” he told him, and that made Jisung blink seductively at him. He had been holding back for the last few weeks, knowing that Minho was under a lot of stress and didn’t want to push him. Besides, he never really had the chance to make a move since he fell asleep almost immediately after dinner every night. 

“Yeah? Where to?” he questioned, wrapping his arms around his neck. 

“Wherever you want. Unless you would like me to plan it.” He kissed his nose and that made Jisung chuckle. 

“I like when you plan our dates, even though I know you hate planning.” 

“I would plan anything for you if you asked me to.” He pulled him impossibly closer and Jisung felt his heart shimmy up his throat. He would never get used to Minho being such a sweet and romantic guy. 

“I’ll give you some ideas, and you can choose from them, how about that?”he questioned, and that made Minho look a little relieved. 

Jisung knew how much he stressed over planning things, claiming he was terrible at it. But whenever he planned their dates, they were always extravagant and well thought out. Jisung was starting to call bullshit, because every date he had planned was absolutely perfect. Although he definitely did stress about it, Jisung could always tell, afraid that he wouldn’t love it. Which was ridiculous, because Jisung loved everything he gave him, no matter what. Sometimes, he felt like it was too much, that he didn’t deserve it.

“That sounds perfect.” He kissed him once more, his grip tightening on his skin forced a gasp to fall from Jisung’s lips. 

“I’ll miss you,” Jisung whined a little, and that made Minho bite his tongue. 

“I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be home soon.” He leaned in to press a kiss to his ear. “And when I get back, I’ll fuck you so good until you’re crying, just how you like.” 

Jisung felt a shiver run up his spine. He was teasing him badly, whispering like that in his ear. It had been at least three weeks since they had slept together. 

“I wish you could fuck me right now,” he murmured, because if he was going to mess with him like that, then two could play at that game. “Right up against the front door so every time you leave the house you’ll remember me.” 

Minho swooped in to suck a small mark on his collarbone, exposed from the white baggy t-shirt he was wearing. 

“If I wouldn’t miss my flight, you know I would.” His breath was hot on his skin, and Jisung could feel the goosebumps trailing all over his body. Minho had practically fucked him everywhere in the house, but pressed up against the front door would definitely be new for them. He liked taking him anywhere he could, and Jisung didn’t mind in the slightest. Although sometimes it was risky.

Like the time Minho came home one afternoon early from work while Jisung was busy doing the laundry. He had nothing but his boxers on since he was cleaning all his clothes, and it didn’t matter because Jeongin was at a friend's house down the street. Before Jisung could tell him that Jeongin would be walking home soon, he had him pinned against the dryer. He fucked into him, with his ass hanging over the edge of it, the tumbling vibrations making his skin even more sensitive. 

He had just pulled out when Jeongin had walked through the door. Minho had to slam the door shut, and Jisung complained when he had to put his boxers back on with cum leaking down his leg. Of course Jeongin looked at them skeptical as they both left the laundry room together. Minho had told him if he was going to stay in the house then he had to help with the laundry. Of course he immediately ran to the backyard to play soccer. 

Minho dragged him to the bedroom, claiming he was going to help him clean up and fold the laundry, but of course he fucked him again, bending him over the bathroom sink. 

But Jisung fucking loved it. 

Which is why he was pushing his buttons now as he tried to leave the house. 

“We could be quick,” he offered, teasing a finger down to graze over his cock that was now hard in his dress pants. 

“I haven’t fucked you properly in over three weeks sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.” He grabbed at his wrist, and Jisung pouted. 

“You know I can take it, and you know I like to cry a little.” He tried his best to provoke him, but it seemed it wasn’t working. Besides, he was only joking. Jeongin was home and there was no way they could get away with doing something like that with him in the house.

“I don’t like it when you cry from pain sweetheart, I like when you cry from pleasure.” 

That made Jisung’s knees go a little weak, hearing him say that. He loved how kind Minho was to him. It still made his heart feel fluttery, just like the first time he saw his sweet smile at the soccer fields all those years ago. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, and Minho chuckled at his pout. He placed another deep kiss to his lips then, and Jisung kind of hated that it felt like a goodbye. 

“I have to go. I’ll see you Friday. I love you.” He pressed a soft hand to his cheek before opening the door. 

“I love you too. Have a safe trip.” His heart did a flip in his chest like always as he spoke those words to him. Minho waved goodbye as he drove down the street, and Jisung couldn’t believe how much he already missed him.

Jeongin had barely spoken to him in almost three days. Jisung knew he was still mad at him for taking him out of the game. It probably didn’t help that Jisung kept his word by keeping him on the bench until he changed his attitude. He forced him to sit out again, and Jeongin sat quiet on the bench as he watched his teammates play. 

Which is how he found himself with a grumpy pre-teen moping around in the house on a Tuesday evening. He refused to help Jisung with the equipment again, and he didn’t feel like starting an argument, so he let it go. Minho had called to check in, and Jisung didn’t have the heart to tell him that Jeongin was still unhappy with him. He knew it would just stress him out even more, so he lied and said everything was fine. 

If Minho could tell that he was lying, he decided not to say anything about it. He just reminded him to send him date ideas and Jisung smiled a little hearing him so excited about coming home and taking him out. He sent him a few restaurants that he wanted to try, smiling as he hit send.

He had just finished making dinner, and he leaned into the living room to see Jeongin watching television. 

“Hey bud, dinner’s ready,” he called to him. He didn’t get a response though. He sighed as he made his way into the living room so he could tell him again. “Did you hear me? I said–” 

Jeongin immediately bolted off the couch and stomped away towards his bedroom. Jisung definitely had a shocked look on his face as he blatantly ignored him. He knew he was mad at him, but he had no idea he was purposely giving him the cold shoulder. He winced when he slammed the door. His heart swelled up with a bit of sadness. 

Suddenly, he was conflicted. As his coach, he had every right to bench him, but at home, he wasn’t sure if he had the right to discipline him. He couldn’t help but follow him to his room, because that lingering attitude he had going on was starting to bother him. 

He knocked on his door, but of course he didn’t answer. He hated how quiet he had been for the last few days. He definitely preferred a happy, energetic Jeongin, with a smile so bright it was blinding. He had never acted this way before, and Jisung was starting to feel concerned. 

“Jeongin. Come on, you have to eat dinner.” He tried, thinking maybe they could talk at the table instead of Jisung trying to scream through his door. Unfortunately, he still didn’t answer. Jisung was getting a little impatient.

“Why are you acting like this? Can’t you just talk to me?” he questioned, and he knew he had to be careful with his words. He couldn’t let his emotions get the best of him.

Still no answer. He was getting annoyed.

“Jeongin, stop ignoring me and come out and eat dinner, I’m not going to ask you again.”

He winced at that parent-like tone. Jisung wasn’t sure what to do. At the end of the day, Jeongin wasn’t his son. He was just some guy, dating his father. He didn’t have to listen to him if he didn’t want to. 

He flinched when the door slammed open. Jeongin’s angry face was glaring back at him. 

“Why do you keep trying to tell me what to do?” he snapped, and Jisung hated that those were the first words he had really spoken to him in days. He also hadn’t realized how much taller he was now. He was almost up to his chin. 

Jisung honestly had nothing to say to that. 

“It’s annoying.” 

He couldn’t believe those words just left his mouth. Annoying? Jisung was getting really frustrated with that tone. 

“You’re acting like a disrespectful brat, and I’m getting tired of it. That’s why,” he fought back, and that made Jeongin’s eyes narrow at him.

“Well, you’re acting bossy.” 

Jisung couldn’t believe how mouthy he was being. 

“Enough with the attitude.” He tried to sound as firm as he could but Jeongin was having none of it.

“Stop telling me what to do! I told you, you’re not my dad!” he screamed, and slammed the door in his face. 

Jisung clenched his hands into fists. He was surprised that he was less angry, and more sad. He felt the frustrated tears welling up behind his eyes, but he held them back. That was the second time he had said that, and somehow it hurt even deeper this time around. 

He ate dinner by himself, and Jeongin didn’t leave his room for the rest of the evening. 

The ride to school was awkward. It was the day of the parent-teacher conference, and Jisung wished he never agreed to it. He couldn’t help but think that he shouldn’t be going. He wasn’t his dad or his legal guardian. 

Jeongin was still ignoring him, and it was getting to the point where Jisung was getting nervous about it. Had he really upset him that much? Did he hate him now? He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He was thinking about caving and letting him play in the game on Friday night, but he didn’t want to teach him that his behavior was okay. 

He sighed as he pulled into the parking lot of the school. Jeongin had his arms crossed over his chest, like he was trying to create a barrier between them, telling him that he didn’t want to talk. 

“Innie,” he spoke gently, and he could see him twitch a bit in his seat. He still ignored him. Jisung felt his heart twinge. “You’re going to have to talk to me at some point.” 

The silence was filling him full of anxiety, and he was already nervous about the parent-teacher conference as it was. 

Jeongin jumped out of the car without a word, grabbing his backpack and shrugging it over his shoulder. Jisung followed him, and he felt his heart crack, thinking about when he was younger and how he would excitedly hold his hand all the way to the door. 

Even if he had grown up and didn’t want to hold his hand like he used to, he was always stuck to Jisung’s side. They loved hanging out together. They often watched sports games on television or played soccer in the backyard. Minho always loved to say how much Jeongin looked up to him, and it would make his heart swell at the thought. 

But right now, Jeongin was acting like he wished Jisung would get lost. He barely had time to grab the door as Jeongin almost let it slam in his face. He took in a deep breath, trying not to lash out because he knew that wouldn’t help. 

“Good morning, Jeongin.” An older woman stood at the door and Jisung felt his heart crack as a small smile plastered on Jeongin’s lips. It had been a while since he had seen it. “Oh, is this your brother?” She questioned, and Jisung really tried not to let that bother him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard things like that all the time. 

“We’re not related,” Jeongin answered a little coldly, and that made Jisung flinch. 

“Jeongin’s father is my significant other. I’m here to fill in for him since he’s on a business trip.” He smiled at her, and she suddenly looked embarrassed. 

“It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Jeongin’s home room teacher.” She decided to side step the brother comment she made. “Jeongin, why don’t you head to class?” 

Jeongin didn’t even bother to say goodbye before he was taking off down the hall. Jisung felt his heart drop. Normally he would wave goodbye with a small smile, but he didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge him. 

“So, how long have you been together with Jeongin’s father?” she asked as she gestured for him to walk into the conference room to their right. Jisung tried not to wince at that question, feeling that was a little intrusive. She was probably just curious since he was there instead of his dad. 

“About five years,” he told her, and she nodded with a smile. 

“I know he lost his mother young,” she mentioned, and that made Jisung’s heart sting a little. Jisung took a seat in front of her desk.

“Yes, she was sick and passed away when he was only three.” 

“Poor child.” She frowned, placing some paperwork in front of her. “And his father is busy regularly it seems.” He added, and Jisung stared at her as she started writing something in bright red letters. 

“He gets busy at specific times throughout the year, but when he’s not home I take care of him.” He tried not to sound aggressive, but he didn’t particularly like the look on her face, like she was judging. 

It was quiet as she continued writing, and Jisung suddenly felt awkward. 

“Jeongin is a good kid, he does well in his academics, but he…struggles a bit making friends,” she explained, and Jisung bit his lip. Even though Jeongin had grown a lot, he still had a hard time meeting strangers and opening up to people. 

“He’s always been a little shy.” He tried to defend him, but the smile had disappeared from her face. 

“Sometimes I worry that he spends a lot of time by himself. I was hoping this wasn’t the case at home either.” She folded her hands over her desk, and Jisung shook his head. 

“I spend almost everyday with him, and if his father and I can’t take care of him, then his grandmother watches him,” he told her confidently. She nodded, writing again. 

“Do you and your significant other have regular conversations with Jeongin?” she asked, and Jisung was starting to get the feeling that there was something else going on. 

“Is there something wrong?” he questioned suddenly, not liking her tone. 

“No, there’s nothing wrong. He just seems a little lonely at times, and for the past few weeks he’s been acting strangely. I was wondering if there was something going on at home.” 

That made Jisung flinch a little.

“Jeongin and I have been having a little disagreement, but other than that everything is fine.” 

He wasn’t sure if he should have even mentioned that, but it came out before he could think about it properly. He knew she was probably just worried about her student, but he couldn’t help but feel a little attacked by her pointed stare. 

“A disagreement?” 

Jisung felt incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Should I call his father?” he countered, and her face softened a little. 

“No, that won’t be necessary. I’m sorry I asked, but I only did because Jeongin came to school crying yesterday,” she told him, and that made Jisung’s heart drop. They hadn’t spoken when he dropped him off, and he knew he was upset that his dad was going to be gone all week. He would barely let him go Sunday night as he hugged him goodbye. 

Jisung started to feel nervous. His attitude had been weird lately. There was no way he was that upset about sitting out during soccer. It had to be more than that. He refused to talk to or even acknowledge him. It had been days. He had been acting so strange that even his school had picked up on it. 

“We’ll talk to him about it. His dad returns on Friday,” he informed her, and he scowled a little as she wrote on her paper with quick strokes. 

She proceeded to praise Jeongin the rest of the meeting, saying he was a smart and talented child. Jisung couldn’t help but feel proud hearing that, but then the words were once again nagging at the back of his mind. 

He wasn’t his father. 

He knew he wouldn’t see Jeongin on his way out, but he wished he would have. He couldn’t believe he cried at school and Jisung had no idea. His heart clenched as he hopped into the car. 

He quickly dialed Minho, and he sighed when he didn’t pick up. He rested his head on the steering wheel as the line beeped for him to leave a message. 

“Hey, it’s me. Jeongin’s parent-teacher conference went well, but call me when you can. Love you, bye.” 

He knew it would be a while before he could call, but he desperately wanted to talk to him. He decided to call Felix instead. 

“Yo, what’s up?” Jisung sighed hearing Hyunjin pick up the phone. 

“Where’s your boyfriend?” he questioned, annoyed. Hyunjin scoffed. 

“What, I’m not good enough to talk to?” He sounded hurt, but Jisung knew he was faking it. 

“If I wanted to talk to you, then I would have called you,” he told him, and he heard rustling over the phone before he could respond. 

“What’s up Hannie?” Felix’s calming voice was now coming through the speaker. Honestly, he wasn’t exactly sure why he called, but whenever he was feeling depressed he would call Felix. He knew he would always answer. 

“Just…sad.” He wished he could drive over to him and cuddle into his lap, but Hyunjin and Felix moved across the country for Felix’s job. He missed them both desperately. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice tender. He loved how concerned he always was about him. 

“Jeongin and I got into a fight last week and he’s still mad at me,” he mumbled, and he could hear Hyunjin laugh over the receiver. 

“How are you getting into fights with a ten year old?” He chuckled and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“He’s twelve and I’m not talking to you .” 

“Fighting about what?” Felix questioned, and he could hear that he was pushing Hyunjin away. 

“I made him sit out during soccer because he wasn’t listening when I told him to pass the ball to his teammates. He clearly doesn’t care about teamwork, so I told him until he could learn how to play as a team, then I wasn’t going to let him play,” he explained, and now as he was saying it again out loud, it did sound kind of harsh. 

“Damn, settle down, wicked stepdad.” 

He wished Felix would take him off speaker because now he wanted to strangle Hyunjin. 

“I’m not…I'm not his stepdad, I'm his coach,” he mumbled, and it was impossible to miss the pain in his tone. 

“Hannie, of course he’s going to be upset. He loves soccer and he's probably a moody teenager. Don’t take it to heart.” Felix tried to assure him, and that made Jisung sigh. 

“But I think it’s more than that. He’s been ignoring me for weeks and he keeps…he’s told me twice now that I’m not his dad and I shouldn’t tell him what to do.” He frowned, and he was relieved that Hyunjin didn’t laugh this time around. 

“Oh, Hannie. Don’t take it personally, a lot of kids don’t like being told what to do.” He tried to console him, but Jisung couldn’t get his angry face out of his mind. 

“He said he hated me too.” He felt the tears welling again, trying his best to forget those words. Even if he said them in the heat of the moment, he still said them. Those words were still heavy on his heart. 

“Look, Jisung. He’s just a kid, he’ll get over it. Kids say shit they don’t mean all the time. He doesn’t hate you, he's just having a meltdown,” Hyunjin said, and that made him feel a little bit better. 

“Thanks for the rare helpful advice.” He smirked and that made Hyunjin laugh again. 

“Hey, you and Minho should come visit soon. Bring little Innie with you too. We miss you guys.” He could hear that smile of his, and Jisung wished he could pack them both up and take them across the country to visit them. 

“Maybe when Jeongin has summer break.” He knew he would have to talk to Minho about it, but getting time off shouldn’t be too hard for him then. 

“I’ll have the spare bedroom ready for you.” He could hear Felix smiling, and he wished he could see it for himself. 

When he hung up the phone, his sadness was coming back full force. But he didn’t have time to worry about anything at the moment, because he was already late for work. 

He just wished that Minho would call him back as soon as he could. 

“I just can’t wait to come home,” Minho complained over the phone, and Jisung couldn’t agree more. Minho’s return flight was tomorrow, and Jisung couldn’t wait. 

Apparently the audit hadn’t been going smoothly. Minho complained about this and that, but Jisung could barely follow along with what he was talking about. He hummed in agreement whenever he deemed it appropriate. 

“How are my boys doing?” Minho asked after venting about work. Jisung’s heart fluttered, hearing his tone shift to a softer, more gentle sound.

The tension between Jisung and Jeongin had not decreased in the slightest. He had talked to Minho about the parent-teacher conference and he knew he had stressed him out even more. 

“Fine, but we miss you a lot,” Jisung told him, side stepping the question a little. He could hear Minho let out a long breath. 

“Are you two still fighting?” he questioned with concern, and that made Jisung’s heart crack. 

“He’s still upset with me, yeah,” he mumbled, and he could practically see Minho’s frown over the phone. “Should I…apologize for scolding him? Was I wrong for doing that?” 

He was starting to wonder if maybe he had done the wrong thing. Maybe Jeongin was right. He wasn’t his father or his mother so maybe he shouldn’t be telling him what to do. He was beginning to feel insecure about it.

“No baby, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured him. 

“But…I’m not his dad so…” he trailed off, placing his face into the pillow and inhaling Minho’s scent. 

“Sweetheart, I trust your decision to discipline him if you believe he needs to be. You know that, right?”

Soft, kind, tender Minho. He would never get used to it. 

He didn’t respond. He just shrugged his shoulders, even though he knew Minho couldn’t see it. The silence made Minho sigh. Jisung felt bad again, knowing this was probably incredibly stressful to deal with on top of work. Jisung felt a little selfish for bothering him, but he couldn’t help it. 

“When I get home I’ll talk to him. I’m not sure what’s going on but, don't worry, I’ll figure it out. I know he’s probably mad that you scolded him, but this behavior of his is a little out of control. He’s hurting and upsetting you, and that’s not okay with me.” 

Jisung’s heart fluttered, hearing his voice get a little deep when he spoke. Protective and demanding Minho was just as hot as kind and tender. 

“I’m sorry.” Jisung felt the need to apologize, knowing Minho probably wanted to have a relaxing night. Now, he was worried about him and his son again. 

“Don’t be sorry, Jisung.” He tried to sound as gentle as possible, but Jisung could still hear the stress laced in his tone. “Have you thought more about what you want to do for our date?” 

That made a smile return to Jisung’s face as Minho tried to steer the conversation into a happier direction. 

“I have a few more ideas. What about you?” he asked, curious to know what Minho had come up with. 

“Well, I did want to ask if it would be okay to bring Innie along? Then we can drop him off at his grandmother’s and we can spend the rest of the evening together.” 

That made Jisung’s heart flutter. Of course he didn’t mind. He loved going out with the two of them, and he knew that Jeongin missed his dad recently too. Although, there was no way Jeongin would agree to going out with them at the moment. He was really hoping he would be fine by the end of the week. 

“That sounds great to me,” he agreed. 

“You’re sure?” he asked, and Jisung shook his head. He was always like that. 

“Yes, of course I’m sure, babe.” 

“Okay, wonderful.” 

He could hear Minho yawn over the speaker then. 

“You should probably get to bed. You had a long day,” Jisung murmured. He looked over at the clock and could see that it was already almost midnight. His heart clenched a little, knowing that Minho was working so hard and he was likely so exhausted but he still made time to call and talk to him. 

“I will, I’m about to take a shower and lay down,” he told him, and Jisung wished he could be there to rub the tension out of his muscles as the water cascaded down them. He felt a bubbling sensation in his lower region as he thought about stepping in with him, pressing kisses all over his shoulders and trailing his hands all over his skin. 

Fuck he missed him so badly. And he knew that he shouldn’t tease him, but he couldn’t help it. 

“I wish you were here with me. I miss you so much,” Jisung whined, and he knew that Minho couldn’t resist it. 

“Soon baby, I promise.” 

“Not soon enough.” He pouted, and he could hear Minho’s sharp intake of breath over the line. 

“I know, you’re so impatient, aren’t you?” His voice was getting deeper and Jisung let out a tiny whine. 

“But I’ve been good. You’ve been busy lately and I haven’t bothered you,” he told him, and he was hoping he would continue the conversation instead of trying to nip it in the bud. 

“Sweetheart, you could never bother me. I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve, but when I get back I promise you I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered, and he wondered if the walls of the hotel were thin. 

“Yeah? Then I want it hard. I like when you fuck me hard.” He tried to speak just as quietly, knowing that Jeongin was sleeping in the other room. 

“I like fucking you the way you like. You look so cute when you’re feeling good,” he praised, and Jisung felt a shiver run up his spine. They had never done this before. They had never talked to each other this way over the phone, and honestly it was a little embarrassing, but Jisung couldn’t help but want more. He wanted him so, so badly.

“I want you to hold me down. Force me to take it,” he whispered, and he wished he could see the look on Minho’s face. 

“Yeah baby?” he asked, and Jisung couldn’t help but slip his hand into his sweatpants. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he didn’t want to stop. 

“Yes,” he moaned then, wrapping his hand around himself. It was quiet for a little too long, and Jisung thought that Minho was going to tell him that he had to go. 

“You couldn’t wait for me to get home, huh? I thought you said you were being good?” he teased, and that made his heart jump. Minho knew what he was doing, he couldn’t see it, but he could hear that sweet smirk. 

“I am good. I just…” he mumbled, fucking up into his hand pathetically. 

“Are you? You know I had a long day, and now you’re teasing me.” 

Jisung’s body shook. 

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t…help it...”

He sounded so desperate, and he could hear a little chuckle come from Minho’s lips. 

“Fuck Jisung, I can’t wait to fuck you until you’re a crying mess for me. I miss your body so much,” he said, and that made Jisung whine louder. He wanted to place a hand over his mouth, but he had one hand on his phone and the other on his cock. He couldn’t put it on speaker, so he bit his lip as hard as he could to stifle his moans. 

“I want you…I want you so bad,” he whimpered, stroking himself even faster. 

“I know. I know, baby. Fuck.” 

Jisung wondered if he was touching himself too. He was too embarrassed to ask. 

“You’ll…give me everything I ask for, right? Please?” he begged, because sometimes, he knew that Minho got worried when he asked him to break him. 

“Anything sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you want,” he assured him, and that made Jisung groan. He had to force his face into the pillow to keep it down. 

“Minho…” he whimpered, and he could hear Minho breathing harshly. 

“I want to hear you cum for me baby. I miss you so much, let me hear how pretty you are. I wish I could see you.” 

That was enough for him. He was so desperate that just those words were sending him over the edge. He whined into the fluffy pillow, letting out just enough noise that Minho could hear him. His entire body shook as he released into his sweatpants. He knew he should have taken them off, but he wasn’t planning on touching himself like this as Minho listened to him. 

He was losing it. But he would be lying if he said he said he didn’t feel so good as he heard Minho praise him over and over again as he twitched and shivered. He was breathing heavily, and he was trying to get his mind to stop swirling from the euphoric feeling. 

Jisung winced as he realized what he had just done, cringing at himself and the mess he just made. He blushed when he heard Minho chuckle again.

“I…I’m…holy fuck, Minho…I don’t know why I just–” 

“Because you’re Impatient,” he interrupted, and Jisung’s cheeks became even more red. “But it’s okay, I love how desperate you get.” 

Jisung tried not to let out another whimper, but definitely failed. He was so weak against his words. He loved them so much. 

“I really have to get some sleep, and so should you,” Minho told him, and Jisung hated that his heart was twisting in his chest, wishing he didn’t have to hang up. 

“Babe, I miss you,” he whispered again, and Minho chuckled. 

“Oh, I know sweetheart. I miss you too.” 

Jisung was getting sleepy, and he knew he had to clean himself up before he could pass out. If he talked to him any longer, his soothing voice would put him to sleep. 

“I love you. I can’t wait to see you,” Jisung told him, and he knew Minho was smiling. 

“I love you too. And don’t forget to send me more date ideas,” he reminded him. Jisung chuckled, promising to send some in the morning before reluctantly hanging up the phone. He groaned as he made his way into the bathroom to fix himself before hopping back into bed, breathing in Minho’s scent as he fell into a peaceful slumber. 

Jisung was getting tired of the silent treatment. Minho was about to be home any minute, and Jisung really wanted to welcome him back with happy faces and no more fighting. He knew that he was worried about both of them still being in an argument. This had been the longest fight they had ever had. It actually might have been the only fight they ever had. 

Ever since they met, Jeongin always loved hanging out with Jisung. He would get hurt whenever they couldn’t see each other, and he hated when Jisung was away for too long. As he got older, that stayed true, but in the last few weeks, something had been different. 

He hadn’t been hanging at his feet like normal, asking him to play soccer or watch TV with him. He was hanging out with his friends down the street more, and he knew that he shouldn’t take it to heart, but he couldn’t help it. 

He missed him. 

Which is why he tried to mend the broken branch between them. 

He walked into the living room where Jeongin was lounging and watching their favorite soccer team play. It had to have been a replay, because there wasn’t a match on until tomorrow evening. Jisung walked over and plopped himself down on the couch. 

His heart cracked a little as Jeongin refused to look in his direction. 

“Hey, whatcha watching?” he asked, but Jeongin just shrugged with no response. Jisung bit his lip, hating that he was ignoring him. He wasn’t used to that. Jeongin had always been so open with him, since the first day they met. His silence was hurting his heart. 

But he decided not to give up just yet. 

“Maybe when your dad gets home we could go out for ice cream? I’ll beg him to let us go.” He smiled at him, leaning in. He knew Jeongin loved ice cream, and Minho rarely let them go out for it. Only on special occasions. 

Jisung’s heart sank when Jeongin shook his head. He never turned down ice cream. Jisung swallowed hard, because his emotions were starting to take over. 

“Innie…look, I know you’re mad at me–”

“Can you leave me alone?” He didn’t bother to look over at him as he turned the volume up on the TV. Jisung blinked back at him, feeling his heart shatter. 

“Why can’t you just talk to me?” he snapped a little bit but it sounded more desperate than anything. That made Jeongin roll his eyes. Jisung almost lost it when he didn’t answer again. “Why are you acting like this? What’s going on? Is something going on at school? Your teacher told me you were crying the other day…and I’m worried,” he said, remembering what his teacher had told him. He knew that now probably wasn’t the best time for him to ask that, but it had slipped out. 

His question made Jeongin wince. 

“No.” That was all he said as he turned the television off, clearly getting annoyed that Jisung wasn’t leaving him alone. Jeongin lifted himself off the couch, but Jisung wasn’t about to let him leave. 

“Well, there must be something wrong because–”

“I said nothing is wrong! Leave me alone! You’re not my dad and you’ll never be my dad so just–shut up!” 

“Jeongin. Don’t you dare talk to Jisung like that.” 

Both their heads turned surprised, seeing Minho walk through the door. His eyes were glaring at his son who had his fists balled in the center of the room. Jeongin looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he stormed into his room. 

“Jeongin, wait–”

“I hate you! Leave me alone!” he screamed as he slammed his door shut. Jisung felt all the air leave his lungs. 

“Oh, that’s it. He is grounded until he’s fucking twenty-five,” Minho seethed, throwing his bag onto the kitchen chair. He stomped away from his suitcase, abandoning it at the door as he was about to burst into Jeongin’s room and yell at him. 

Before he could get far, Jisung grabbed him by the wrist. 

“It’s–It’s okay. Just…let him cool off,” Jisung pleaded, and he could see Minho’s tense jaw.

“No, it’s not okay. He doesn’t speak to you that way. Or anyone that way.” He was fuming, and Jisung could see the bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted, and Jisung wished he never would have said anything to Jeongin. It was his fault he walked in on an argument. He should have just left him alone. 

Jisung just wrapped his arms around his waist, and he could feel Minho tense a little bit. He pressed his forehead into his chest, wanting him to calm down a little. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if he ran in there and started yelling at him. 

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you,” Jisung breathed into his sweatshirt. He felt him take a deep breath, and he relaxed as he tugged him as close as he could, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I missed you too.” He hugged him tightly, and Jisung felt like he never wanted to let go. He could feel Minho’s hand stroking his back, and Jisung suddenly felt all his emotions hit him at once. The tears were welling, and he needed to push them down immediately. 

“I’ll–I’ll put your suitcase away,” he suggested, looking for any excuse to get himself out of the living room. Minho just walked through the door. The last thing he wanted was for him to start feeling worried about him. He didn’t want to burden him with his feelings, knowing he had just had an incredibly long week. 

He quickly detached himself from Minho’s arms, and before he could grab him back he was sprinting with the rolling suitcase towards their room. 

Jeongin’s words were stabbing at his heart all over again. He had said it again. 

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Jisung felt his throat closing up as he tried to blink back his tears. He had always been so good at holding in his emotions, but since he met Minho, they seemed to leak out accidentally. Especially when he coaxed him into telling him his feelings. 

“Jisung, baby…” 

And he always knew when something was wrong. He could never hide it from him. 

A loud sob left his chest as he pressed his hands to his eyes. He hated it. He hated being so emotional in front of him. He cried even harder when Minho wrapped him back up into his arms. 

“Hey, settle down. It’s okay.” He rocked him back and forth a bit, rubbing his back soothingly. But Jisung couldn’t settle down. All week he had been stressed, and he knew that was selfish of him, because Minho’s week was even more stressful than his. He shouldn’t have been bothering him with his drama. 

“I–I’m sorry,” he apologized, wiping his face into his shirt. He was a mess, but Minho didn’t seem to mind. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured him, pulling him back and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Jisung could feel the tears streaming down uncontrollably. 

“He–He hates me. I–I don’t know–what to do. He–” he could barely get his words out as he choked on another sob. Minho tucked his hair behind his ear, shaking his head over and over. 

“Baby, he doesn’t hate you. That’s not true.” He tried to tell him, but Jisung couldn’t help but act like a bratty child himself. 

“But he–he said it twice now. He won’t talk to me. He–He…” He cried and Minho let out a deep sigh. 

“I’ll talk to him. He doesn’t hate you. You know that.” He swiped his thumb over his wet cheek, and Jisung couldn’t help the wobble of his bottom lip. 

“What if he doesn’t want me around anymore? He keeps…He keeps saying I’m not his mom or his dad, and I know I’m not, but…I love him like he is my own so hearing that just…” he trailed off, wiping the rest of the tear stains from his face. 

“Oh, baby…I know you do.” Minho grabbed him back, pressing his face into his neck. “Don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart.” He could hear the sadness in his tone, but Jisung couldn’t stop. The thoughts had been eating at him for days. 

“I’m sorry. You had a long week and I’m just…making it worse,” he apologized again. Minho shook his head, kissing his cheek. 

“No you’re not. Stop that,” he said firmly, and Jisung felt his heart ache again. Minho was always too kind. He never made him feel like a burden, even when he knew he was being one. Even after five years together, he was constantly surprised at how nice of a guy Minho was to him. He definitely didn’t deserve it, even though Minho told him to stop thinking that way. It was impossible. He was so grateful to have found someone like him. He never thought he would meet someone so perfect. 

After Jisung had finally calmed down to where the tears weren’t flowing out of his eyes wildly, Minho pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He knew he was wet and salty, but he didn’t seem to mind as he deepened it. Jisung wrapped his arms around his neck, moaning a bit into his mouth.

Minho cupped his cheek, pulling him back as Jisung tried to bring him in closer. He whined with a pout when he disengaged from their kiss. 

“Before you get me all riled up, I’m going to go talk to him.” He smirked, and that made Jisung blush a little. 

“Okay…” he mumbled, feeling nervous for what he was going to say to him. Minho had definitely calmed down from earlier, but he could still tell that he was pretty pissed. 

“Don’t worry, I promise everything will be alright. Even if he is grounded until he’s your age.” He shook his head, and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“You said twenty-five but I’m twenty-six. You’re starting to become really forgetful these days. I know you’re old but…”

He shrugged and he yelped when Minho pinched his ass. 

“Oh, you’re so going to get it later,” he threatened with a smile, and Jisung giggled as he teased at his sides. 

“You’ll probably forget what I said so I’m not worried.” 

Jisung thought he was going to tickle him again, but instead he pressed another kiss to his red cheeks from crying. 

“I love you,” he whispered, and Jisung felt his entire heart explode in his chest. Minho’s tender lips and soft voice made his knees weak. “After I talk to Innie, let’s go grab something to eat. If he’s up to coming, would you be alright with that?” 

Jisung couldn’t take how fucking kind he was all the time.

“Yes, of course I would. I…I miss him,” he murmured, and that made Minho give him the biggest sad eyes he had ever seen. 

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. I hate seeing you so hurt.” He ran his fingers through Jisung’s hair until he was gently caressing the back of his neck. 

“I’m okay,” he lied with a bogus smile. He definitely wasn’t fine, but he would fake it for now. He didn’t want Minho to go in there and yell at him. He desperately wanted to have a nice evening out. 

Minho gave him one more kiss before leaving the room. He sighed and opened Minho’s suitcase, deciding to put away his clothes for him as he waited. It was the least he could do, and it would keep him busy. Most of them were dirty, so all he had to do was throw them into the hamper. He was just happy that he wasn’t hearing any screaming coming from down the hall. 

He just hoped that Minho would be able to get something out of him. There was clearly something else going on, and Jisung desperately wished he could help in some way. He knew that Jeongin was a pretty quiet kid, so if he were being bullied, he definitely wouldn’t say anything. He just wished it wasn’t something like that. His heart clenched thinking about it. 

After he finished putting his clothes away, he put on the TV. Their conversation had been taking longer than he had thought, but he didn’t mind as long as there wasn’t fight breaking out.

He flinched when there was a little knock on the door. He looked over to see Jeongin standing there with big red rimmed eyes. Jisung’s mirrored his, being just as puffy and bloodshot from his breakdown earlier. He was surprised to see him walking into the room. He instantly wondered where Minho was.

“Oh, hey Innie what–” he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as Jeongin slammed himself into his center. Jisung blinked down at him, seeing him crying into his shirt. Jisung felt his heart snap. Suddenly, this twelve year old boy seemed like he was seven again. 

“I–I’m sorry, Jisung. I’m really sorry.” He sobbed, and Jisung instantly wrapped his arms around him. He couldn’t believe how big he had gotten. The flashbacks of him wrapped around his leg with his tiny arms were making his heart whimper in his chest. He remembered when he used to call him Coach Han and how he had to tilt his neck all the way back to look up at him with that beaming smile. But he was almost a teenager now, and that little boy had grown so much. 

He looked up to see Minho leaning in the doorway, a gentle smile was on his lips. 

“It’s okay.” He ran his fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it was. It had been a while since they had hugged like this, and Jisung could feel the tears returning to his own eyes.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean it. It’s just…” he hiccuped, and Jisung bent down a little so he could wipe the tears from his cheeks, like Minho had done for him earlier. 

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I just wanted to help you become a better soccer player. If I overreacted a little by taking you out for our games, I’m really sorry, okay?” he apologized, because he knew that maybe he could have handled it a little better himself. 

“Jisung, we’re best friends, right?” He peered up at him with the biggest frown on his face. He looked so desperate for affirmation that more tears welled in his eyes.

“Of course we are, buddy,” he cooed, thumbing more tears from his eyes. It had been a while since he had called him that. Once again, that seven year old little boy he met all those years ago was popping into his brain. 

“But…if you marry my dad, then you’ll be my stepdad, and…I was afraid we wouldn’t be best friends anymore.” He pouted, and that made Jisung’s heart slam against his ribs. 

Because did he just say marry? 

“I…um…well–” 

“So can you promise we’ll still be best friends and nothing will change?” he interrupted his stuttering, and Jisung couldn’t get a grip on his words. 

“I mean–yes we’ll always be best friends but…your dad and I haven’t…we haven’t talked about that so why are you–”

“Jeongin, would you like to ask him?” Minho stepped into the room then, placing a hand on his son’s back. Jisung felt his heart flutter as Minho smiled at him sweetly. His heart almost leapt out of his chest when he saw Minho get down on one knee while Jeongin pulled a small back box from his pocket. 

“Jisung, my dad and I love you a lot…and my dad wants to know if you would want to marry him.” He sounded shy, stroking the little black box with his fingers. Jisung’s eyes were wide, and he couldn’t help but bring his hand up to cover his mouth. 

He looked over to see Minho grinning from ear to ear, reaching out to open the box in Jeongin’s hand. Jisung almost lost all his breath as he saw the sparkling diamond band shining back at him. He felt the tears burning his eyes again, and the words were stuck in his throat as he choked on a small sob. 

“Innie and I want you to be part of our lives forever, and I want to officially call you mine.” 

He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed Jeongin in the tightest hug possible, squeezing him so hard that he knew he couldn’t breathe. He grabbed Minho by the shirt, pulling him in, wrapping him up as well. The warmth radiated through them as they tangled their bodies and arms together. 

“Y–Yes. Yes.” That was all he could get out, since the tears were denying his ability to speak properly. He could feel Minho pull back a little, caressing his cheek. He still had half his face buried in Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin’s arms were tightly wound into Jisung’s shirt, hanging his head over his shoulder. They were both sobbing messes, but Minho was smiling brightly at them.

“My two boys,” he whispered, his eyes full of love. 

Jisung wasn’t sure how long they had held each other, but Jeongin had pulled back first, wiping his face. 

“Dad said we could go out to eat,” he said then, and that made Jisung laugh. 

“We can go wherever you want to go,” he told him, and that made Jeongin give him a slight smile. 

“Go get changed, and then we can leave.” Minho squeezed his shoulder, and the boy just nodded. Minho grabbed the ring box from his hand before he quickly bounced out of the room, and Jisung hadn’t seen that bubbly grin on his face in days. 

Jisung was rubbing at his own face then, knowing he was a drenched mess. He gasped a little as Minho grabbed his hand, running his fingers over his knuckles softly. 

“I’m sorry this was so sudden and not romantic at all,” he apologized, and Jisung immediately shook his head. “It was why I had you helping me come up with ideas. I wanted it to be perfect, but once again I’m terrible at planning.” 

“Oh my god, Minho…it was perfect,” he told him, and he absolutely meant it. He didn’t need a fancy restaurant or a huge show. Even being in their bedroom at six at night on a Friday evening, was perfect. 

“You’re such a sweetheart. You deserve so much more.” He shook his head.

“You’ve given me enough already. Both of you…” he trailed off, trying not to cry again. He really needed to get his emotions in check, but he couldn’t stop them. Because he had just asked him to marry him. He still couldn’t believe it. 

Minho tugged him in, pressing his other hand to his cheek. 

“I asked Jeongin about a month ago if it would be alright with him if I asked you to marry me. I think he got a little…worried that things would change if I asked you to be my husband,” he explained, and Jisung blinked back at him. The timeline definitely added up. Jisung was feeling a little relieved hearing that, but also a little sad at the same time. 

He felt his insides burn a bit at the thought of Jeongin hating him being his step dad that much. Minho must have noticed his solemn eyes because he pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, and Jisung just shrugged. 

“Nothing, it’s just…if he doesn’t want me to be his stepdad then…” he mumbled, feeling his heart ache. If Jeongin didn’t want that, then there was no way he could say yes to marrying him. 

“Hey,” he said, grabbing his chin, “it’s not that he doesn’t want that, he was just nervous you might have turned into someone like his bossy, old dad but I told him not to worry about that.” He chuckled, and that made a smile take over Jisung’s face. 

He let out a small sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the week finally rolling off his shoulders. 

“God, I was so worried. Especially because of the parent-teacher conference and I thought maybe he was getting bullied at school, but he wasn’t talking to me so I didn’t know what to do…so…fuck…” 

Dammit, he was crying again. He was happy that Minho didn’t say anything and just pulled him into his arms. 

“I know. It’s my fault. I hadn’t even realized that it was bothering him. He loves you so much, and he was afraid that you becoming his step dad might have changed the relationship you two have, and I should have been more attentive.” 

Jisung didn’t like that he was trying to blame himself. 

“It’s not your fault.” He sniffled as he rested his chin on his shoulder. 

“I should have talked to him more about it. I was so excited to ask you to marry me, that I completely projected those feelings onto him.” He sighed, and Jisung felt his heart beating quicker at those words. 

“It’s okay. I’ll tell him I won’t turn into his crabby, old dad, and then everything will be okay.” He smirked and that made Minho grab his chin between his fingers. 

“You’re lucky you’re so pretty, because you got such a bratty mouth on you.” 

“But you like my bratty mouth,” he teased him. 

Jisung shivered as Minho shoved his fingers past his lips a little. 

“Yeah, I really do.” 

Jisung snaked his tongue around them, and he could see Minho’s eyes fill with lust. His own body trembled a little as he flicked it gently to wet them. 

They were both so deprived of each other that they were lost in each other's gazes. 

They jumped when they heard Jeongin call out that he was ready to go. Minho retracted his fingers so reluctantly that Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle.

Minho grabbed him by the waist then, leaning in to press a harsh kiss on his neck, right below his ear. 

“Later. He’s staying with my mother tonight,” he spoke, his voice deep as it vibrated through Jisung’s body. Jisung had to hold in his whimper, biting his lip hard to keep it at bay. 

“Oh really? When did you talk to her?” His voice cracked and Minho smirked. 

“I haven’t yet.” 

Jisung’s lower stomach swirled with excitement. He loved when Minho was so desperate, and he could hear it clearly.  

“What if she’s busy?” he questioned, and Minho bit down a bit harder on his skin.

“Then I’ll have to press my hand over that mouth of yours to keep you quiet, because I’m fucking you tonight, no matter what.” 

Jisung couldn’t hold back his whine after that one. 

“Fuck, Minho…”

He grasped onto him tighter, and he could feel Minho chuckle against his throat. 

“Yes, baby?” His sultry tone was going to send him into a spiral. 

“I—I want that so bad,” he pleaded, because it had been such a long time since Minho had been aggressive with him. Not that he minded, because he found that soft and passionate sex was just as perfect. But tonight, he wanted Minho to fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore. And he knew he was good for it. 

“I know you do.” He nipped at his jaw, and Jisung knew they had to stop. Jeongin was waiting for them, probably wondering what was taking them so long. 

“Dinner. We have to go.” He tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to stop kissing all over his cheeks. 

“Fine,” he groaned, but with a gentle smile, “but let me put your ring on first.” 

The black box was still in Minho’s hand, and he watched as he removed the sparkling ring from it. Jisung’s heart fluttered as Minho pulled back to hold out his hand for him. He gently took it, and Minho slowly slid it down onto his ring finger. 

“Innie helped me pick it out,” he told him, and Jisung couldn’t believe he was about to start crying again. “We both thought it was really beautiful.” 

Jisung lifted his hand in the air so that it could catch the lights in the bedroom. He flipped it back and forth, mesmerized by the cluster of diamonds. 

“I absolutely love it. It’s perfect,” he told him, and his heart swelled as he saw Minho blushing. 

“We can always return it and get you something you like so don’t feel like you have to–” 

Jisung cut him off by grabbing his face in his hands. 

“I love it,” he assured him, and that made Minho nod as his cheeks became even darker. It wasn’t often he became embarrassed like that, and Jisung couldn’t take how sweet he was. 

“Okay, I’m really glad then.” He grabbed his wrist, bringing it down so he could inspect it himself. It really was beautiful.

“Han Jisung. I love you, so much more than you even know,” he told him, and Jisung couldn’t stop himself from pressing a kiss to his lips. Minho deepened it, and Jisung knew they were acting a little ridiculous being so desperate for one another, but both of them couldn’t stop themselves. 

They both hopped away when there was a knock at the door. 

“Ew, what are you two doing? I thought we were going out to dinner. I’m hungry,” Jeongin groaned, and that made Jisung laugh. 

“Get in the car, we’re coming.” Minho shooed him, and Jeongin scoffed.

“Are you?” 

Jisung could hear him rolling his eyes as he closed the door again. 

“Come on bossy, old dad. I’m hungry too,” Jisung teased, and that made Minho shake his head with a gentle grin. 

“Kids these days. So sassy.” 

They ended up going to Jeongin’s favorite restaurant. He had suggested it, and Jisung would never have told him no. Jisung was just happy that he seemed like he was his normal bubbly self again. 

Jisung did most of the talking. That’s how it usually went, with Jeongin commenting often and Minho only adding in when he was specifically asked a question. He liked to sit back and listen to them, always with a giant smile on his face. 

Their food was delicious as always, and of course Minho wouldn’t let Jisung pay. Again. 

“Jisung, can we play soccer tonight?” he asked hopefully, and Jisung’s eyes slid over to see Minho biting his lip. Their eyes connected, and he could see him practically pleading with him to deny that request. 

Unfortunately, there was no way Jisung could say no. 

“Y–Yeah of course we can,” he agreed. Minho clenched his jaw as his eyes closed gently. 

“I’ve been practicing by myself a lot, but it’s not the same when you help me.” He frowned, and Jisung didn’t care if hadn’t had sex for thirty years, that face would triumph over all of it. And Minho knew that. He could tell by the defeated look on his face. 

“Once again, my son beats me for your attention.” He sighed, and Jeongin pushed his dad’s arm. 

“You see him more than I do,” Jeongin complained, and Minho pushed him back. 

“That’s not true. You two are always together,” he countered, and Jeongin grabbed his arm with both hands now. 

“No, I’m at school and then I come home and you guys are busy doing things.” 

“And when you get home from school, you steal him and take him into the backyard to play soccer until I have to come tell you two it’s time for bed.”

“And then you get to spend the night with—”

“Okay, you two.” Jisung interrupted their tiny fight before Jeongin could get further into detail. They both pouted at each other with mirroring eyes. Jisung chuckled, seeing just how similar that curve to their lips was too. 

Minho ruffled Jeongin’s hair lovingly, eliciting an annoyed whine from the boy. 

As they paid and made their way to the car, Jeongin tugged on Jisung’s arm. 

“Jisung, can we get ice cream? You said we could earlier.” Jeongin smiled widely at him, and Jisung always felt awkward whenever he pinned him against his dad to make a parenting decision. But he did say he would make Minho get him ice cream earlier. 

“If your dad says it’s okay.” He had to say, because he would never step on Minho’s toes. 

“But you’re my stepdad now. So whatever you say goes, right?” Jisung felt his heart flip, and Minho was shaking his head with a smile. But honestly, he didn’t know what to say to that. 

“We can get ice cream. Come on,” Minho agreed, tugging the smirking boy gently out of the booth. 

Minho must have seen Jisung’s uncertain face, because he grabbed his hand in the parking lot when Jeongin ran to the car. He was even faster now than when he was a kid. 

“I’m sorry.” Jisung found himself apologizing, and Minho looked at him with shocked eyes. 

“Sorry? For what?” 

“I did promise him ice cream earlier, and I know you…wanted to spend the night together but…” he trailed off, and Minho squeezed his hand. 

“Oh, don’t be sorry about that.” 

Jisung blushed a little, knowing that Minho was definitely a little frustrated about not getting their alone time. 

“Maybe he can spend the night at his grandma’s tomorrow?” he suggested, and Minho chuckled. 

“I already texted her. He’s staying there tomorrow whether he likes it or not.”

For some reason that made Jisung shiver. Especially when Minho’s seductive eyes slid over to him. 

Jisung stopped him to press a kiss to his lips, and Minho’s hand slowly came up to caress his cheek. 

“Dad, unlock the car! Come on!” Jeongin yelled, sounding irritated. 

Jisung chuckled as Minho rolled his eyes, pressing his thumb aggressively against the car keys an unnecessary amount of times. 

“That kid has been cock blocking me too much today.” 

Jisung smacked his chest with a laugh. 

They hopped into the car and Jeongin wanted to talk about the soccer game that was on TV next weekend. He pouted a little when Minho denied him having friends over to watch. He was grounded after all. 

When they got home, Jisung didn’t even have a chance to step into the house since Jeongin was dragging him into the backyard. Minho watched them with those familiar fond eyes that he fell in love with. 

As they passed the ball back and forth to each other, he could still see him staring through the backdoor. He never got tired of watching them. 

“Jisung. I’m really sorry about all those things I said.” Jeongin frowned a little as Minho turned the lights on for them. The backyard illuminated, and he could easily see the regret on Jeongin’s face under the porch lights. 

“I know you are. I’m sorry too.” He kicked the ball towards him with the perfect amount of power to stop right in front of his feet. Jeongin twiddled his fingers a bit, like he was thinking about something. 

“Do I really have to be grounded?” he asked, and Jisung sighed a little. 

“Look, I know being grounded sucks, but next time something is bothering you, just come talk to us, okay? Because those things you said really hurt my feelings.” He gave him a soft frown, and this was the first time he really felt like he was parenting him. 

“Okay,” he mumbled, kicking the ball back with a little less energy. “Do you really promise that things won’t change?” He sounded nervous and Jisung nodded.

“Things won’t change. If anything, now you’re stuck with me forever.” He smirked, and that made a wide grin come to Jeongin’s face. 

“I don’t want you to go anywhere anyway…” he said it quietly, but the night was so calm that he heard it perfectly. Jisung’s heart swelled, and he desperately wanted to wrap him in his arms and hug him until he couldn’t breathe. 

“I’ve been practicing how to shoot top corners, but I keep flying it over the net,” Jeongin complained as he trapped the ball beneath his shoes. 

“Alright, show me how you’re doing it.” Jisung smiled, seeing the happiness spread out on Jeongin’s face. 

They practiced for way too long and way too late. He could see Minho tilting his head in the window and Jisung begging him for a few more minutes. Because just like Jeongin, Jisung also loved soccer. And he had missed him so much that he didn’t want their fun to end. 

When Jeongin had yawned for the third time in one minute, that’s when Jisung decided to reel it in. Jeongin complained a little, saying that it was the weekend and he could stay up later, but Jisung shook his head. 

“You know your grumpy dad is going to yell at both of us if we don’t get in there.”

“Fine…” he grumbled, and that made Jisung laugh. 

Before they could go inside though, Jeongin wrapped his arms around Jisung’s waist. He couldn’t help the little surprised gasp. They used to hug all the time when he was younger, but now that he was almost thirteen, two hugs in one day was incredibly rare.

“I’m really glad you’re going to be my stepdad,” he whispered, and Jisung felt the tears burn his eyes. He wrapped him up, and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. He was still just short enough for it. Normally, Jeongin would complain about the kisses, but if he was annoyed by it, he didn’t say anything. 

“Me too, buddy.” 

He could feel Minho’s eyes on them. He only let go when Jeongin whined about how tight he was squeezing him. 

Minho had attacked him when he had finally got to the bedroom. But even Jisung could see how tired he had been. He almost laughed when he fell asleep, barely able to keep his eyes open as he tried to kiss him. 

“We have tomorrow to ourselves, babe,” Jisung had told him, and Minho groaned. 

“I don’t want to wait any longer.” He placed his face in his neck, and his entire body went limp as he felt his warmth. Sometimes he would forget he was twelve years younger than him, especially when he had to remind him to be a responsible adult. 

“Jeongin is home, we can’t anyway.” He tried to reason with him, and that made Minho chuckle against his skin.

“That hasn’t stopped me from fucking you before. I can just press that pretty face of yours into the mattress. Even though I like hearing you beg for it.” 

Jisung had to push him away after that, or else he would let him do exactly that. 

“Go to bed. You’re exhausted and crazy.” 

Minho only pouted at him, not even able to complain as he fell asleep just minutes later. Jisung was just happy to have him back in his arms. He didn’t like it when he was away for an entire week at a time. It made the bed feel empty. He could see the bags under his eyes as he brushed his hair behind his ears. He really did look so exhausted. 

That still didn’t stop him from waking up early, and Jisung whined when he felt that the bed on his side was empty. 

Jisung stretched and made his way into the kitchen where he knew Minho was making breakfast and Jeongin was eating enough for three fully grown men. As a growing boy, he definitely didn’t shy away from food. He also made sure to remind Jisung to eat as well. It always made him blush. He knew that sometimes his eating habits were so poor that it didn’t go unnoticed. He wondered if he just took after his dad, being so observant and caring.

Even though he had mostly recovered, it still crept up on him from time to time. It was hard to predict when it would hit. Minho made him promise to tell him about those moments, and Jisung didn’t have the heart to lie to him. He was always so kind to him, he really thought that he didn’t deserve him at all. 

“But I don’t want to go to grandma’s today. I want to hang out with Jisung,” Jeongin complained as Jisung sauntered into the room with a yawn and a severe case of bed head. 

“Jisung and I have plans today, and you’re going to your grandmother’s. So, please don’t argue with me.” 

That made Jeongin pout with a loud huff. He crossed his arms over his chest. Jisung couldn’t help the little tug in his heart. He was always so weak for that pouty face. 

“Hey, we can hang out tomorrow and we can make dinner and watch the soccer game next weekend, what do you say?” Jisung tried to compromise, because he couldn’t bail on Minho again. Both of them would probably snap. 

“What are you two doing today?” he asked, and Jisung blushed a little bit.

“We’re going on a date. Have any more questions?” Minho sounded like he was getting annoyed, and Jisung knew it was from the sexual frustration. 

“Gross. No,” he mumbled, and Jisung chuckled. Minho walked over and placed a plate of food in front of Jisung for him to eat, kissing his forehead lovingly and making Jeongin grimace at them. 

“Do you want a kiss too?” Jisung teased him, and Jeongin put out both his hands. 

“No, absolutely not,” he denied, backing up to the point where he almost fell off his seat as Jisung started making kissy faces at him. “I’m going to pack my things.” 

Minho patted his head on the way to his room, which he received a swat for. When Jeongin was out of the kitchen, Minho grabbed onto the back of Jisung’s neck, tilting his head back so he could slot their lips together this time. Jisung could feel the desperation already, and it was only eight in the morning. 

Jisung wanted to deepen the kiss, grabbing onto Minho’s shirt, but before he could slip his tongue inside he was pulling back.

“Eat, baby. I’m going to take a shower.” His voice was raspy, and Jisung’s entire body shook at the sound. He blushed a little and bit his lip with a short nod. He forced himself to eat it all, knowing that Minho would be disappointed if he didn’t. He also made it for him, and he would feel bad wasting any of it.

Normally, he would walk in and shower with him, but he was pretty sure if he went in there right now, one of them would break. And they needed to get Jeongin to his grandmother’s before that happened. So he stayed happily on the bed in their room as Minho got ready for the day. 

It didn’t take him long before he exited the bathroom, and Jisung couldn’t believe how handsome he was. It would blow his mind every single time. Although, he was surprised to see him all dressed up in a black button up and purple tie. 

“So, where the heck are we going that you’re all dressed up like that?” he questioned nervously. Minho just smirked at him. 

“A fancy restaurant downtown,” he told him, and that made Jisung frown.

“But babe…” he grumbled, because Minho knew he hated it when he spoiled him too much. He always felt so guilty, because he could never do anything in return for him. 

“Can’t I spoil my fiancé?” he questioned, and Jisung felt his heart ricochet off his ribs in his chest. 

“Fiancé...” he repeated with a whisper, almost not feeling real. Minho walked up to him, pressing his hand to his cheek. 

“It’s not even as extravagant as I wanted it to be. It’s not enough and I should have done more.” He brushed his thumb over his blushed face. Jisung shook his head and grabbed his wrist. 

“That’s not true. Everything you’ve ever given me is perfect and more than I deserve.” He kissed his palm, and he could feel Minho’s body twitch.

“Sweetheart, you deserve the world, you know that, right?” 

And Jisung really loved Minho. He loved that gentleman in him. He craved for that kind man that showered him with so much love. 

Jisung couldn’t help but shake his head. 

Before Minho could lean in and connect their lips, Jisung gasped loudly. 

“Oh my god, I have to tell Felix, like, right now,” he blurted out, and that made Minho chortle. 

“Well, why don’t you call him and I’ll get Jeongin in the car. I have to call my mother as well…I haven’t told her yet either.” 

Jisung smiled seeing him look a little apprehensive. He knew she was going to scream through the phone as soon as he told her. She had been so supportive of them, and Jisung couldn’t think of having a better mother-in-law. 

When Minho left the room he pulled out his phone. He was anxious as it rang over and over. He pouted when he thought he wasn’t going to pick up. He desperately wanted to tell him. His heart was racing, wanting to share the news. He knew that Felix and Hyunjin liked to go out on the weekends, so maybe nine in the morning was a little early to be calling.

“Hello?” A muffled voice came over the speaker, and he chuckled hearing how rough it sounded.

“Fun night?” he questioned and Felix groaned. 

“You could say that.” He could hear him yawn with a little bit of rustling on the other end. He was probably getting out of bed so he wouldn’t disturb Hyunjin, his sweet yet crabby princess. “What’s up, it’s like the crack ass of dawn.” 

“Well, first of all, it’s past nine, but that’s not important because I have to tell you something.” He knew he sounded giddy.

“Okay, what is it?” 

He felt his heart jump, catching sight of the ring on his hand. 

“Minho asked me to marry him yeste–”

“What?!” Felix yelled so loudly that Jisung had to pull the phone away from his ear. 

“I know,” he giggled, and Jisung could hear footsteps over the line. 

“Felix, what the fuck–”

He could hear Hyunjin being shaken awake. 

“Hannie, say it again,” Felix demanded, and he knew he was pressing the phone to Hyunjin’s ear.

“I’m engaged.” 

“Holy shit. Jisung, that’s…okay I might have to throw up right now, so we can talk later,” Hyunjin said, and he could hear Felix chuckle over the phone. 

“Yeah, we celebrated a little too hard yesterday. Not to take away your thunder, but Hyunjin just got offered a full time position at his job so we went out last night,” he informed him, and that made Jisung laugh.

“That’s amazing, when he’s not puking, tell him I said congratulations.” 

“But oh my god, Jisung I’m so happy for you. This is amazing. When’s the wedding?” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and Jisung could barely keep up. 

“We–We haven’t talked about all that yet. I don’t…I don’t even know if I want a wedding,” he told him shyly, and that made Felix scoff.

“Oh come on, why not? You know Minho’s not going to like that. Even though he’ll literally do anything you say or ask because he’s so fucking whipped for you,” he told him, and Jisung bit his lip. 

“It’s just…well. I know he’ll want to go all out and he doesn’t have to do that for me, like…it makes me feel bad and–” 

“Jisung. He wants to do that for you, when are you going to learn that? He likes giving you everything. He likes spoiling you. So maybe take it for once, I know seeing you have a big special day would mean the world to him. He loves you so much,” he explained, and that made Jisung’s heart flutter. “Look, if you really don’t want to have a wedding, I’ll support your decision, but don’t feel bad because you know that’s how Minho likes to show his love.” 

“He shows his love in a lot of ways.” Jisung sighed, and he rolled his eyes when Felix gagged over the phone. “I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot…okay, well maybe I did mean it like that but–”

“Jisung, just think about it. And if you don’t ask me to be in your wedding, I’ll probably cry,” he joked, and that made Jisung laugh.

“If I have a wedding, you will one hundred percent be in it,” he assured him, and he knew Felix was smiling wide. 

“I’m so happy for you. Minho is such a great guy. I’m so happy you two met.” Felix was starting to get sappy, and Jisung knew if he kept going, he was going to start crying himself. 

“Thank you, Felix,” he spoke gently, playing with the ring on his finger. “I have to go, we have to drop Jeongin off at his grandma’s but, I’ll call you soon.” 

“You better. When Hyunjin’s not puking he’s going to want to hear all about it.” He chuckled, and Jisung felt his heart swell with an incredible amount of love.

He hung up the phone and showered quickly. He decided after his conversation with Felix, that he would let Minho take him anywhere he wanted. He felt unreasonably nervous as he dressed himself up in a tie. It wasn’t often he had to wear nice clothing. He was usually in sweaters or his soccer shorts. 

Minho beamed at him as he walked into the kitchen. Jeongin had a tiny pout on his face, but it disappeared when Jisung placed a hand on his shoulder. 

“Ready?” Minho asked, grabbing his keys.

“Sure am.” He pressed up on his tip toes, to slot their lips together for a moment. 

“Ew, you two are so gross,” Jeongin complained, and Minho chuckled. 

“Wait till you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend someday, then you’ll understand,” he told his son, and Jeongin stuck his tongue out in disgust.

He bolted out the door with his backpack on, and Minho shook his head. 

“Kids these days. They’re a lot to handle, aren’t they?” 

“Nah, I can handle it.” Jisung smiled at him, and Minho slipped his hand around his waist. Jisung squeaked as it dipped a little lower so he could grab his ass.

“I would take you right here, but I know you’d get mad at me,” he teased. Jisung’s eyes went wide as he smacked a hand over his mouth.

“T–The door is open. And Jeongin is right outside. You’re crazy saying that so loud–” 

Minho chuckled and removed his palm from his lips. 

“But how can I hold back when you’re being so fucking cute?” he questioned, his captivating eyes made Jisung swallow hard. 

“Minho,” he warned, but even he knew it sounded weak. 

“Yes, my love?”

“C–Come on. Your mom is waiting for us.” He pointed at him, and that made Minho groan a little. 

“Be prepared for a lot of hugs and kisses,” he him, and that made Jisung smile. 

He didn’t mind in the slightest. 

The restaurant was ridiculously expensive. Jisung had to bite his lip not to say anything. He had never heard of the place before, but it was downtown, and leave it to Minho to surprise him with brunch reservations. 

The table had rose petals dusted over the white cloth with a bottle of champagne and different kinds of juices. It was secluded, so it was just them and the waitress, and he almost fainted when he saw the giant bouquet of flowers behind him. 

“Minho…” he whispered as he took in the sight. Minho pulled out his chair for him, and pressed a kiss to his cheek before sitting down himself. 

“I–I wanted to plan something. Even if it was just taking you out to eat somewhere nice.” He sounded shy, and Jisung felt his heart melting. 

“It’s…babe, everything is perfect,” he assured him, and that made Minho smile brightly. 

“Are you sure? We can always…I can take you anywhere you want to go. If…this is too much…” he trailed off, sounding insecure, and Jisung had never seen him act this way before. That’s when Felix’s words from earlier rang in his head. 

He likes to spoil you.

“No, this is perfect. It’s everything. I love it.” He grabbed his hand, and Minho smiled softly at him. 

“I know sometimes it makes you uncomfortable…so I’m sorry.” 

That made Jisung’s heart clench. 

“Babe, it doesn’t. I just…well, I feel bad because I can never give you anything in return,” he told him, and he knew that right now wasn’t the appropriate time for this conversation, but since it was in full motion, there was no stopping it. 

“Baby, you give me everything. I know it might sound sappy, but you really saved my life. You saved Innie’s life. We were both so lost without you, and you mean the world to us. I keep thinking that maybe things happen for a reason…whether they’re good or bad. And life isn’t always perfect, and sometimes it can hurt, but I’m so happy that I met you. I’m so happy that I signed Jeongin up for that soccer team. I saw a silly little flyer inside the store one evening that by chance caught my eye and…I keep wondering if you were the one who had put it up. That somehow you were reaching a hand out to me when I needed it most. I was so broken, and you really…”

He started to get choked up, and Jisung’s eyes went wide as he pressed his fingers to his eyes. 

“Minho…”

He rubbed his thumb over his knuckles as he took a deep steadying breath. 

“Which is why I asked you to marry me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, Han Jisung. More than you could even imagine.” 

Jisung felt himself holding back the tears himself. One of them had to stay strong.

“You saved me too…”

That was all he could say. If he spoke another word he would burst into sobs. 

Because at one point, Jisung really thought that nice guys didn’t exist. He was in a dark place that he never thought he was going to escape. 

But luckily, he found the kindest man in the world to pull him up and out of that darkness.

A man that would give him all the love he could ever ask for. 

Which is how he found himself pressed to the mattress as they stumbled through their bedroom door. Minho had barely even let him take his shoes off as he immediately spun him to attach their lips. He gripped him hard by the waist, pushing him until his back was against the comforter. He grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. He had absolutely no control. 

It had been a while since Minho had been so rough with him. Jisung couldn’t help but feel incredibly excited. 

He nipped at his jaw, all the way down to his neck, and Jisung could feel himself becoming squirmy in his grasp. 

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re a crying fucking mess,” he whispered to him, and Jisung whined so loudly that Minho let out a chuckle. “I have missed your body so much.” 

Jisung’s heart was beating unreasonably fast. He could barely catch his breath. 

“P–Please,” he whined, because he knew Minho liked it when he begged. And he wanted to get him as riled up as possible. But even if he were to get that intense fire burning in him, he always took it so painfully slow. He liked to savor every moment, every touch and every breath.

He pulled the buttons on Jisung’s shirt, and Jisung didn’t even care if they had popped off. Minho threw it to the floor as Jisung started to unbutton his pants. 

“I’ll do it,” Minho growled at him, and Jisung’s entire body froze. “You just lay back.” 

And Jisung wasn’t going to argue with him. He loved taking care of him in every way possible, and Jisung loved it too. He helped wiggle his hips a bit as he tugged them down his thighs. The cold air caused him to shiver a little bit. 

He blushed as Minho trailed his fingers over his hip bone. He knew he was staring at him. He could feel his eyes, just like always. Jisung was incredibly turned on, and Minho could definitely see how desperate he was for it. His body was shivering. He couldn’t control it as Minho’s fingers moved along his skin. 

“Pretty. So beautiful baby,” he complimented, and Jisung clenched his eyes shut. His heart was soaring as he tried to digest his words. Jisung tried not to shake his head. He knew Minho wouldn’t like it. But even now, it was still hard for him. 

He was refusing to touch him. He could tell as he swirled his fingers around his lower stomach. He wanted him to beg. He wanted him to plead for it. 

“Minho, please,” he whined. He could see that sweet smirk on his lips as he gently opened his eyes. 

“What do you want, huh?” 

He was going to make him work for it. But Jisung didn’t mind. He left most of his shame at the door tonight. 

“You …please. I want you to break me.” 

Jisung could see his jaw tense. Jisung’s back arched when Minho gripped him in his hand suddenly. His hands were warm, and a little rough. Jisung whined again and again as he teased around the tip gently. 

“Is that really what you want?” he asked, and Jisung wasn’t sure if he could get proper words out as Minho thumbed the leaking slit. He was drenched already, and if he wasn’t so pathetically desperate, maybe he would have been embarrassed. 

“I—I want it. Yes, I—please.”

It had been so long since Minho fucked him until he couldn’t take it. Sometimes, Jisung just needed it. Other times, he needed his mind to be wiped blank of those suffocating thoughts he still struggled with. He knew Minho would give it to him. He would give Jisung anything he asked for. 

“Can I ask you if it’s just because you want it or is it something more?” He knew he would ask that. He always did. But no matter what answer Jisung gave him, he knew he would fuck him how he wanted. Which is why he never lied. 

“Just because I want it,” he told him honestly. 

That made Minho smile lazily. He gasped as he felt a kiss being pressed to his cock. He clenched the bedsheets in his hands as Minho’s tongue teased around the head. 

“How many times do you want to cum tonight?” Minho smirked then, and Jisung’s entire body twitched. And Jisung was feeling very needy. 

“Th—Three. If…possible,” he murmured, and he heard Minho chuckle a little. 

“Oh sweetheart, it’s possible. I know you’ll be good for me.” 

Jisung didn’t have time to reply as Minho took him into his mouth. The warmth of the inside of his cheeks was driving him wild. The drag of his top lip along his skin was making his knees quiver. 

Jisung knew he wouldn’t last long, especially since Minho knew exactly how to take him into his throat. He spread his legs wider, hoping Minho would touch him where he needed him most. 

But he knew he was going to take it slow. He knew that because he kept pulling off to press kisses all along the length of his cock. Over and over until Jisung had to beg him to take him back into his mouth. 

“Don’t be impatient,” he warned him, and Jisung threw his head back in frustration. 

“I’m—I’m not, you’re teasing,” he complained, and Minho chuckled with his lips pressed to the tip. The vibrations sent a jolt up Jisung’s spine. 

“Be good for me.” Jisung sighed as Minho squeezed him a little in his hand. 

“I am…I am,” he whimpered, and that seemed to entice Minho to take him back into his mouth. Jisung could feel his stomach tightening. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was. 

Since Jeongin wasn't home, they didn’t even bother to close the door. Jisung didn’t even mind that the bedroom was full of light either. It was only around two in the afternoon, and it was a beautiful sunny day. The curtains were wide open, and Minho could see him perfectly. 

And he never thought there would be a day where he couldn’t stop thinking about the light illuminating his body as he laid naked on the sheets. But Minho made him feel so safe and so loved that if anything, it was just a fleeting thought these days. 

“M—Minho—ah…”

Jisung felt him take him as deep as he could. Jisung was always amazed at how good he was at it. He felt Minho grab his hand that was tangled in the sheets, intertwining their fingers. Minho’s eyes pierced into his, and Jisung felt his heart spark with an intense feeling. 

That fucking gaze of his. 

He didn’t even have time to warn him as he was shooting down his throat. He moaned loudly, even if it was more of a high pitched whine. His grip on Minho’s hand was tight, and he could feel his mouth constrict around him as he took everything Jisung had to give. 

When he pulled off, Jisung was sensitive. Shaking as Minho wiped at his lips. 

“How did that feel, baby?” he asked smugly, and Jisung could feel that his chest was flushed bright red. Minho tapped his cheek when he was taking too long to answer. 

“Good…so good.” 

Minho was finally starting to unbutton his shirt and if Jisung wasn’t recovering from his intense orgasm, he would have reached out to tear it off his body himself. 

He kicked his feet a little knowing Minho was still teasing him. He was undressing stupidly slow, and Jisung needed more. Desperately. Quickly. 

“Hurry up…” he mumbled as Minho finally had his shirt blanketing the floor. 

“There’s no need to hurry.” He smirked, and Jisung clenched his hands. He knew if Minho was going to fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore, the compromise was that it would be drawn out. 

Minho didn’t mind fucking him until he cried. But when he did, he wanted Jisung to know how much he wanted him.  And he made sure he knew it every single time. 

“I know, but…I want you. I really want you. Please babe.” 

That didn’t stop Jisung from trying to get him to cave. And Minho was weak against his begging. 

“I know.” 

But he wasn’t biting. He really thought since it had been so long it would be easy to get him to break. Jisung noticed he looked so in control. It made him nervous. 

Minho took forever to take his pants off, and Jisung had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut. When he was finally just as bare as he was, he propped Jisung’s legs up, his feet flat on the mattress. 

“I’m going to get the stuff, okay?” Minho kissed his knee, and Jisung nodded. He made sure to tell him if he ever left the bed. It was the reassurance he needed, to make sure Minho wasn’t leaving him. Even though Jisung probably didn’t need it anymore, but it was a comfort to know he was thinking about him. And it also turned him on, knowing how much he cared. 

He left the bed for a moment to grab the lube from the drawer. 

Jisung widened his legs, and he blushed a little when he heard Minho chuckle. He felt the dip of the bed as he returned. 

“Someone’s ready, huh?” He was teasing him too much. Jisung pressed his palms to his eyes as Minho popped the cap. He just spread his thighs wider.

He jumped when Minho pressed a finger to his rim. Slow, teasing, wet. It had been a while, and he knew the stretch was going to be tough. But he fucking loved feeling full. And he knew Minho liked opening him up until he was a whiny mess. 

He let out a strangled moan when Minho slipped his finger in. He had been tracing around his entrance an unbearable amount of times, and Jisung almost lost his sanity. 

“Minho…” he breathed out, that desperate tone filling the air. It was tight with a little bit of that uncomfortable burn, but Minho knew just how to make that discomfort subside in mere seconds. He knew Jisung’s body, inside and out. Which is how he had him writhing on his fingers in just a few minutes. 

Jisung didn’t even have to tell him when to add another finger. He just knew, and as much as Minho liked to hear him beg, he liked that pleased fucked out face even more.

Minho’s name was falling from his lips over and over until he had three fingers buried inside him. Jisung’s back was threatening to snap already. Minho was slamming his fingers into that spot that he knew would have Jisung whimpering. Relentlessly. Hard. Perfect. 

“Min—Minho…Minho…fuck—it feels…so good,” he whined, gripping the pillow above his head as he fucked his hips down onto Minho’s fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot. Look at how desperate you are for it. Can’t keep still, huh?” 

Jisung was burning red. He nodded his head in agreement though. He wanted more. He wanted it harder. He wanted Minho to keep talking. 

“Harder. Harder,” he begged, and he was pretty sure that Minho couldn’t fuck his fingers in any harder than he already was. 

The squelch of the lube was embarrassing him even more. His whimpers filled the room. Minho’s encouraging words added to the filthy sounds reverberating off the walls. 

“Any harder baby and I’ll hurt you.” Minho chuckled, and Jisung shook his head back and forth. 

“D—Don’t care. Need it…please. Want it.” His incomplete sentences were due to his brain short circuiting. He was so fucking close. Just a few more whispers and deep thrusts would get him there. 

And Minho wouldn’t deny him. 

He grabbed his hip and shoved his fingers in as deep as he could get them, curving them to get them angled perfectly. 

“Ah! Fuck!” he cried, and Minho didn’t even have to touch him. He felt his body convulse as he painted his stomach. The second orgasm was even more intense than the first, and the tears leaked past his eyes uncontrollably. He was shaking as Minho didn’t stop. He could see his eyes trained on where Jisung was cumming pathetically untouched. 

“Shit baby, so perfect. So fucking hot. So fucking good for me,” he breathed out satisfied, and Jisung had to grip his arm to get him to slow down. 

Minho gently slid his fingers out, and Jisung couldn’t stop the whine from falling past his lips. He was gaping, he could feel it and he couldn’t stop his blush as he saw Minho looking. 

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, and Jisung could tell he was losing his composure. And even though Jisung was desperate to feel him deep inside him, he couldn’t help but want to return that teasing a bit. 

He shrugged, and he knew that wouldn’t be enough for Minho. He could see him stroking the lube over himself, and Jisung couldn’t deny that it made his body shiver. 

“Tell me, Jisung. Tell me what you want,” he demanded, and Jisung turned to his side. 

“I want you close,” he whispered, and Minho leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I’m here,” he assured him, as Minho pressed his chest to his back. Jisung could feel his strong hand lift his thigh, and before he could even blink he could feel him slip in easily. He had prepped him well, and Minho was able to fuck him deep right away.  

“Ah… fuck,” Jisung whined, throwing his head back onto Minho’s shoulder. He felt him bite at his neck, causing a moan to escape his throat. 

“Let me get my arm around you,” Minho whispered against his sweaty skin. He wrapped his arm around his waist, pushing in even deeper as he pressed his hand against his abdomen. Minho snaked his other arm over his chest, pulling out and slamming back in so hard that Jisung almost screamed. 

“Yeah, that feels good, doesn’t it?” He smirked, and Jisung felt all the air leave his lungs as he fucked him deep again, grinding a little as Jisung tried to shimmy away. 

“You’re not going anywhere sweetheart.” 

Jisung let out a choked cry as Minho fucked him relentlessly. Over and over again until Jisung has tears streaming down his cheeks. The intensity of the pleasure had his nails scraping down Minho’s arm. 

“Minho—Minho—ah—ha—” 

He was sobbing. It was too much. But it was perfect. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Cry harder for me.”

Jisung was shaking when Minho reached down to touch his half hard cock. He wasn’t sure if he could cum again. But he cried when Minho starting stroking him in his hand. 

“You said you wanted to cum three times, remember?” He sounded like he was teasing again. 

Jisung tried to shake his head, but he couldn’t. He could feel Minho press a kiss to the side of his face. 

“Hey. Look at me,” Minho demanded, and Jisung immediately turned his head as he was told. 

Minho smiled, pressing a kiss to his open mouth. 

“Good. You’re so good, yeah? Want to cum for me? One more time baby. You can do it.” 

Jisung could feel the arousal stir in him with every ounce of praise. And Minho was still fucking him so hard that he could barely speak. 

He flicked his wrist again and again until the tears had coated Jisung’s face and were dripping down his neck. 

“This is what you wanted, right? Until you were crying so pretty for me. I make you feel so good, don’t I?” Minho asked, and he was usually a talker, but today he felt possessive. 

“Y—Yes…Feels so—so good. You—You fuck me—so good,” he choked out, and Minho moaned at that. 

“My pretty baby. God, I love you so much. My beautiful fiancé.” 

Jisung was twitching. He was about to cum for a third time. He yelped when Minho pressed on his stomach, so he could feel his cock deep inside him. 

“I love—love you too,” he whimpered, and Minho slammed his hips in one more time before Jisung was releasing all over Minho’s hand. He practically screamed with that one. His entire body shook, and it was almost painful. But it felt so good that he barely even registered the pain as Minho fucked him as hard as he could. 

“I’m going to cum, Jisung, fuck,” he moaned, and Jisung could feel him twitch inside him. He loved to fuck him full of it. Minho’s body shook too. Holding Jisung so tight he could barely breathe. He didn’t need air though. All he needed was Minho. 

Usually they would go at it for longer, but both of them were so desperate that their stamina had been depleted. 

When he pulled out, Jisung’s entire body was limp. It had been so long since he had been fucked to exhaustion. 

He winced when he felt Minho’s fingers at his rim. It shocked him, and he tried to pull away, but Minho grabbed his hip and pressed him down. 

“Maybe we should have bought a cute little plug for you, to keep you nice and wet for when I fuck you again later.” 

Jisung’s jaw unhinged, and more tears rolled down his face as Minho shoved his fingers back inside. His body was incredibly sensitive, and Minho’s words were somehow making him even squirmier. 

“M—Minho—I—I can’t—”

And he rarely said those words, because normally he could take it. He wanted to take it. But he couldn’t imagine cumming again. He wouldn’t be able to. 

“You can’t, huh? Did I do a good job then?” he teased, and Jisung whimpered as he slowly fingered him. He was so wet that the sounds were making him blush. 

“It—It was perfect…you always do…”

He tried to grab at his hand, but Minho didn’t stop. 

“I won’t lie, I kind of want to fuck you again.” 

And Jisung felt his throat constrict. He definitely couldn’t take it, but for Minho he would do anything. If Minho wanted him, then he would give himself to him without question. 

“You…You can fuck me. I can…I can take it.” 

That made Minho slip his fingers out, and Jisung let out a strangled whine. 

Minho leaned up to grab his tear stained face. He leaned in to press a deep kiss to his lips. 

“You’re so fucking good for me.”

Jisung felt a little relief when Minho was getting up from the bed. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and Jisung shivered as he cleaned him out the best he could. 

He wondered if he caught the relief on his face, because he was pressing another hand to his blushed cheek. 

“Jisung, I’ve told you before. If you can’t, then we don’t have to.” 

That caused Jisung’s heart to burn. 

“But…if you want to…I want it too—”

“If you’re not feeling good, then neither am I. I love you regardless, so don’t think I wouldn’t just because you say no,” he reiterated, and Jisung bit his lip. Once again, Jisung couldn’t escape his past insecurities. And Minho always knew when they would creep up. 

Minho was such a nice fucking guy. 

Minho grabbed his hand then, the sparkling ring on his finger shined up at him. Minho pressed a gentle kiss to it, and Jisung felt his heart swell. 

“We have all day to do what you want.” Minho changed the subject then, and Jisung felt embarrassed that he was feeling rather sleepy. 

“Can we take a shower, then lay in bed and watch TV?” he asked, and Minho smiled at him. 

“Of course. I was going to suggest that too.” 

Which is how they ended up sleeping for hours as they watched silly nature documentaries play in the background. 

Jisung may have also woken up before him, taking the opportunity to press Minho’s cock past his lips. 

“What a way to wake up.” Minho chuckled as Jisung sucked him expertly, teasing the head with his tongue until Minho’s eyes fluttered open. He pressed him in deep as Minho fisted his hair, pushing him down to choke on it. 

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking good for me. Sucking my cock while I’m asleep. You’re so cute, look at you.” 

He wanted to please him. He wanted him to know how much he appreciated everything he had ever done for him. And he desperately wanted Minho’s dick down his throat while he praised him. He whined in discontent when Minho pushed him off. 

Minho pulled him into his lap, and Jisung could feel him slap his cock against his hole. Jisung felt his heart stutter. 

“Want to ride me?”

Jisung quickly lined him up and sank down on it. Minho let out a throaty moan as Jisung took him in. 

He was still a little wet and loose from earlier, so there was no issue. 

“Fuck,” Minho hissed, because Jisung wasted no time before he started fucking himself up and down. He was desperate. He wanted Minho to feel good. 

And when Minho grabbed his hand in his, intertwining their fingers, he could see his ring sparkling back at him. 

That’s when he decided that Minho had given him everything in the world, the least he could do was accept it. 

“I want—a wedding,” he told him as he placed his hands on his thighs now, fucking himself on it so Minho could see perfectly. Minho’s eyes went wide. 

“Of course, sweetheart, but are you sure? I thought… maybe—fuck—maybe you wouldn’t want that.” Minho squeezed his thigh a bit, and Jisung shook his head. 

“I—I do want it. A—A big wedding. With—With our friends and—and family. I want you—to spoil me,” he moaned, and he was so tired that he could barely keep his body steady. 

He had just napped, but it wasn’t enough. Minho grabbed his body in his arms, fucking him as deep as he could go. He hadn’t even warned him that he was about to cum, but Jisung didn’t mind. He was kind of grateful. 

There was no way he was cumming again anyway. 

“Fuck, Jisung, I’m sorry…I—”

Jisung just grabbed his face and slammed their lips together. They were still connected, with Jisung sitting in his lap. 

Minho pulled him back for a second, smiling wide at him as he pressed kisses all over his cheeks and nose. 

“When you said that…I was just…really happy.” Minho smiled shyly, and Jisung chuckled. 

“I’m excited to marry you,” Jisung whispered, and Minho looked at him with those loving eyes he adored.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, Jisung.” He kissed him again, and Jisung wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“So, are you getting a wedding planner or do you want me to help?” 

That made Minho let out an embarrassed laugh.

“I would love your help. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.” He smiled at him, and Jisung just chuckled. 

“I can manage that.” 

One Year Later 

“Oh, honey. You look absolutely handsome.” Minho’s mother had tears in her eyes as he emerged from the hotel bedroom. His mother was just as teary, kissing him sloppily on the cheek. 

He couldn’t contain his blush as they eyed him up and down. Jeongin was bouncing beside her in his adorable little suit. 

“Thank you,” he said as he fixed the cuff of his sleeve. 

“Jisung! You look really cool. We almost look the same.” Jeongin pointed to his black suit. “I told dad I wanted to wear white too but he said I had to wear black.” 

Jisung chuckled at his little pout. He was too cute. Always wanting to be like him. Jisung would have ruffled his hair if that wouldn’t ruin it. They had pictures soon. 

“Wow Jisung, you look amazing,” Felix interrupted then. 

“Minho’s going to faint when he sees you,” Hyunjin added. 

“Oh, should we bet who cries first?” Seungmin chuckled, and Chan took out his wallet. 

“I’ve got twenty on Minho,” he joked, and Jisung rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed up before. Where’s your soccer clothes? This is so weird. But you look so cute Hannie. I’m so happy for you.” Changbin smiled at him, and Jisung bit his lip. 

“Thanks Bin.” 

His best man placed a hand on his shoulder, and he felt his heart pounding.

Everything was going so well for him lately. He was about to marry the man of his dreams, and he finally was starting his full time job as the assistant music producer at his friend's company.

His friends were beaming at him, and Jisung felt the embarrassment taking over. All that disappeared as Jeongin grabbed him by the hand. He could probably see his nerves too. He was so observant, just like his father. He could feel the reassuring squeeze of his hand. 

“Jisung, they have soccer nets on the beach here. Did you see them?” he questioned excitedly as he pulled him towards the window. 

Minho had suggested a destination wedding, and he sounded way too excited about it to deny the idea. And Jisung loved it when he planned things. 

Which is how he found himself miles away from home in an extravagant hotel with his closest friends and family surrounding him. He looked out the window to see people playing on the beach, and he wouldn’t deny that it looked incredibly fun. 

“Oh wow, yeah. Did you bring your ball?” he asked, and Jeongin nodded excitedly. 

“I did. Can we play tomorrow? Dad said to ask you tomorrow but…I really want to play.” He bit his lip, hoping Jisung wouldn’t deny him. There was no way he would. 

“Of course we can.” He smiled at him, and Jeongin beamed at him. “Speaking of your dad though, aren’t you supposed to be with him?” He questioned, and Jeongin shrugged. 

“I asked if I could come to your room, and dad said only if I reported back on how pretty you looked. Which is gross, but I told him I would anyway so I could come. And  besides, this room is way more fun. You’re friends are cooler than my dad’s friends.” 

Jisung bit his lip to contain his grin as he heard Hyunjin and Felix chuckle behind him. 

“Tell him he’ll have to wait to see for himself, Jeongin.” Felix shook his head, and Hyunjin pressed Jeongin into a side hug. 

“Hey, wait a minute. Did you just call me cool?” he teased, and Jeongin pushed at him. 

“No. Everyone else but you.” He was smiling wide as Hyunjin jabbed his side, making him laugh.

“Little brat.” 

“Jeongin, the ceremony is going to start soon, why don’t you head back to your dad’s room,” his grandmother suggested, and Jeongin sighed. He was the ringbearer, and he needed to get ready to walk with his father down the aisle. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, not daring to fight with her. “Dad’s nervous too by the way,” he added, seeing Jisung wringing his hands together. Jisung’s heart was going to explode. 

“Is he?” Jisung questioned, and Jeongin chuckled. 

“Yeah. He was pacing the room before I left.” 

“Alright, Jeongin, come on. Hop to it.” She clapped her hands at him as he tried to stall. 

“Okay, okay…” he grumbled. Jisung grabbed his wrist so he could press a quick kiss to his cheek. Thanking him for trying to make him feel less anxious. 

“I love you. And tell your dad I love him too.” Jisung smiled at him, and Jeongin blushed. 

“Gross. But…I love you, too.” 

That seemed to make Jeongin bolt from the room, and everyone chuckled. 

Jisung wouldn’t lie that he was just as nervous himself. He was taking multiple deep breaths. He was excited to see him. 

They walked down the banquet hall, and he might have lost his cool if it wasn’t for Hyunjin’s rambling, keeping him distracted. The hotel was beautiful, and Minho really outdid himself. 

Felix hugged him for luck before they all made their way to the altar. 

Jisung bit his lip as the music started to play, signaling for him to make his way down the aisle. 

When the doors opened, he could see Minho take a sharp breath. 

Minho smiled brightly at him. That dimple of his was prominent and bold. His eyes crinkled, with that loving gaze that Jisung knew all too well.