Chapter fifty-five

Minho pov special

There was an elderly lady looking at the dress she had tried on in the huge mirror which was placed opposite all the dressing cabins. 

"Come on, Sungie, how long does it take to put on a suit?" Minho's been pacing for what feels about eternity. 

Finally, Jisung steps outside with the sixth suit of the day. "So? Do you finally like one of the suits?"

A long silence falls upon them. Minho looks Jisung up and down while thinking deeply. After some time Jisung starts to feel anxiety creeping up and starts looking around to not have to look at Minho anymore.

When the elderly lady enters her cabin Minho looks around and suddenly pushes Jisung through the curtains of his dressing cabin and onto the wall opposite them.

"What a w-" Jisung is silenced by a pair of lips crashing harshly onto his own lips. 

Jisung wavers for a second but soon melts into the kiss. Minho draws back just as fast, leaving Jisung's mouth open. 

"God. Quiet. I don't want trouble," he sighs. 

Jisung looks up at his own hands which are still pinned against the wall by the older boy, "Then why are you here?"

Minho chuffs, "Thought you could just look like that in these clothes, and I'll let it slip?" 

Jisung can't help but smirk at this, "I look a lot better without 'em, though, that I can ensure you."

"I hate you."

"You know you love me."

"Do I?"

Minho exaggerates thinking about this statement, then his eyes capture Jisung, who was slightly looking up at him and was still trapped.

Who gave him the right to look this...this perfect.

This outfit looked as if it was made specially and solely for him. If anyone else were to wear it, it would definitely feel like a crime.

It hugged every perfect part of Jisung perfectly. 

The slightly high-waisted pants make his precious legs come out perfectly. 

The white shirt perfectly tugged at his pecs and packs, and the way it was tugged into the pants made Jisung's slender waist look so so enchanting. 

Then there was the way the suit's jacket accentuated all this. It made Minho's belly turn.

Jisung had no make-up on, his pretty natural skin colour and plump lips tempting Minho. At that moment he felt so lucky because make-up or no make-up, Jisung would always be the perfect sight for Minho's sore eyes.

The younger one's hair, which had grown quite a lot in the elapsed time, fell perfectly onto his perfect little face.

Making it almost impossible for Minho to resist the urge to ruin it.

As Jisung finally parts his lips to break the silence, Minho bends down a little and catches the brunette's lips.

Jisung didn't see this coming after that nerve-wracking silence, but shock soon makes place for pleasure as Minho's tongue does what it's best at. 

One hand was on Jisung's neck while the other one was still holding him against the wall. 

While their lips and tongues are still working, Minho opens his eyes a little. He shouldn't have.

The sight he is met with isn't one that will make it easier for him to contain himself. 

Jisung's stupidly perfect face had reddened, and Minho was already weak in his knees by the way his lover looked in those clothes, but this defenseless hentai-worthy look on his face made Minho's knees, legs, insides jiggle like pudding.

He moves the hand which was holding Jisung in place, so it grabbed the boy's lower back instead. As he tugs him closer, and Jisung's breath hitches, he relocates the hand on the younger's neck so it rested at the back of his thigh instead. 

One solid tug was enough to pull and hold Jisung on his hips. He turns around and sits down with Jisung on his lap. Even before he had sat down, their lips had found each other again. 

While he holds Jisung close with his hands on his lover's back, the younger one couldn't help but grab a hold of Minho's hair.

Even if Minho kept Jisung close and in place, the boy's lower half was still in constant motion.

The friction only encourages Minho's growing erection while it, probably, was trying to escape his tight pants. 

He hears Jisung's whimpers and dies a little.

How could every little thing about a person be this perfect?

With every passing second of every single day, it feels as if he falls deeper into the bottomless pit called Jisung Han.

Han.

 It's hard to imagine all the years before knowing him; before bickering with him; before wanting to spoil him with gifts, food, hugs, spoil him with love.

And, jeez, was it hard to imagine the time before sex with this perfect creature.

Jisung may have already officially marked him as his mate, but Minho couldn't wait to officially have this perfect boy as his blood partner.

His friends keep calling him whipped, a simp, keep saying he's engulfed in the honeymoon phase.

They keep saying that as if it's something bad.

Minho wouldn't change it for the world.

What if his day and night were about Jisung? what if the sun, the moon and all its stars seemed to be revolving around Jisung? What if...

What if he was crazy for this boy?

Would he chang it if he could? The tingles Jisung's fingers leave on his scalp, the burning sensation his lips leave on his own, the way his dick throbs at the thought of Jisung alone, all this tells him he wouldn't.

"I do."

He wasn't crazy for this boy.

"You do?"

'Crazy' doesn't cover all he feels.

"You asked if I knew, I do."

He loved him.

"UGH, Jisung, I- ow. You two are having...a moment. Never mind me. I wasn't even here. Nope."

Jisung and Minho look at each other, after Felix closed the curtains again while mumbling, and laughed.

When the laughter has died out, Jisung pecks Minho, "I love you, too."

Minho stands up, "Get changed so I can pay for the suit," and left the cabin.

He takes place next to Changbin on the benches on the other side of the huge mirror.

The man looks up at him for a beat, and then back down with a smile, "At least you use the blood you've taken from him, to blush for him."

Minho stares at his fingers.

"You really do be in love, ain't you?"

Minho smiles, "Madly," he answers as he stares at Jisung exiting his changing room.