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	After a while of talking and eating cookies, Minho left to set up an old crib, one Mrs. Han still managed to have after so many years of not having a baby in the house. When he finished, Jisung stood up, still cradling Iseul as he took her upstairs to his room, where the crib was up.
	Mrs. Han stood in the doorway, watching as Minho held Jisung's waist, who was gently placing Iseul in the crib. When he did, he turned to Minho, an obvious blush on his cheeks as they simply stared at each other, Han's hand on his collar. She chuckled to herself, cause they really did look like a married couple, one that never grew out of their 'young love' phase. The fact that they wouldn't confess made her shake her head, as she walked back to her own room, still smiling.
	"We should get into our pajamas..." Minho said quietly, and Jisung nodded, yet still stared at him, a pout evident, along with a light blush, even with only the moon lighting up the area. For a split second, Minho's eyes flicked down to his lips, then back up, as he ever so slightly got closer. Jisung's eyes started fluttering shut as he tightened his grip on Minho's collar, and his heart rate sped up, but the moment he could feel Minho's breath on his face, they heard a small voice.
	"Oppa?" Minho quickly let go of Jisung's waist, looking anywhere but at him, the same for the smaller.
	"Y-yes Iseul?"
	"This isn't my bed..." She whispered before falling back asleep.
	"I-I-I'll go change!" Jisung said nervously, shaking as he ran to his closet and grabbed a pair of pajamas, before running to the bathroom, almost slamming the door shut. He leaned against it, placing his hands on his chest. His feelings went a mile a second, first being shy, then nervous, then sad, then angry, then happy. If only he had a real explanation for why. But one thing made him most excited...that, what had just happened, it meant that Minho wanted to kiss him. There was no other explanation. 
	Finally, Han had hope that his crush could be reciprocated. And yes, he is that oblivious to only realize that now, but he's the kind of person who would deny that the person he likes likes him back, so he doesn't get his hopes up.
	Minho stayed where he was, a light blush on his face, which was very comparable to Hans, which was entirely red.
	'He closed his eyes? He didn't turn away? He blushed? He held on tighter?'
	All these thoughts ran through his head, just making him more shy.
	'Could this mean Jisung actually likes me back? Should I...should I confess?'
	By the time Jisung came out, Minho had already changed, and his awkwardness around the boy had long gone, as he walked over to him, grabbing his waist and pulling him into a hug. He leaned down to lie his head in the crook of Han's neck, sniffing his comforting scent.
	"H-hyung?"
	"Hm.."
	"D-do you wanna go lay down?" The older mumbled a response that sounded somewhat affirmative, so Jisung shuffled over to his bed, Minho still not letting go. As they got themselves situated on the bed, Minho's arms secured on Han's waist, one thought ran through his head.
	'How am I going to confess?'








I'm screwed, that's the last of my prewritten parts...welp...I'll try to get some writing in during my long weekend, if I'm not too busy with homework.
Bye everyoneeee <3