His Precious

Five:

Little Jisung waddles into the kitchen, peeping at his caregiver sitting at the counter. Slowly, and with his hands behind his back, he walks up and stands next to Minho.

"Hey there, precious." He says reaching over and petting the boy's hair while continuing to read whatever it is he's looking at on his phone. Shyly, Jisung pulls his sippy cup from behind him, holding it up to his caregiver.

"Juice, please?" He asks, giving the older the cutest face he can muster.

"Of course, baby." Minho takes the sippy cup from the younger, going over and filling it with juice. "Do you want to sit with me while you drink your juice?" He asks, smiling when he nods yes.

They go over to the couch, Minho sitting down and then lifting Jisung into his lap. The little leans back against his chest, sipping content on the juice. Minho continues reading on his phone and humming, using his other hand to hold onto Jisung's waist so he doesn't fall.

When he's finished with his juice, he scoots off of the older boy's lap, going to the kitchen and setting the sippy cup into the sink before returning to the couch.

"That was so good! What do you wanna do now?"

"Wanna go swing." Jisung responds shyly.

"At the park, precious?" A nod confirms and Minho gets the boy ready, the two of them walking to the park hand in hand so Jisung doesn't wander off.

Upon arriving at the park, Jisung squeals happily, pointing to the swings. Laughing, Minho walks him over, helping him onto the swing.

"Hold on now." He says carefully, starting to push the little on the swing. The boy laughs as he goes higher and higher, happiness coursing through him like the wind that hits his face. What could be better than this?

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Three weeks later:

Jisung practically runs the rest of the way home from his session with Chan and Changin. After a good recording session, his morale is boosted and he feels overly confident. Time to tell Minho his feelings.

He opens the door, running into the kitchen.

"Min?" He yells.

"Ah Sung!"

"I have to tell you something." He says, panting from the run home.

"Let's sit down? I also have to tell you something." He says, looking nervous. Jisung swallows the lump in his throat, sitting on the couch. "Go ahead, Sung."

"No, you go ahead, I insist."

"Okay... um the company has a dance retreat and asked if I would like to go."

"That sounds so fun!"

"Um... yeah, but it's four months overseas in LA, and I'd leave in two days." Jisung's heart stops

"Oh."

"I won't go if you don't want me to. I don't want to go if you're not going to be okay." A minute of silence as Jisung's thoughts swim around. "Sungie?"

"Sorry, yeah, I think it's an incredible opportunity. You'd be a fool to miss out on it. You should go." He says, standing up to go upstairs.

"Okay... wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?" Minho asks, confused.

"I forgot." Is all Jisung mumbles before walking away. The older boy watches him leave, sighing to himself. Is he really going to be okay with being apart from Jisung for four months? He knows the boy can handle himself, but he's been acting strange lately.