"I'm so bored," the demon said in a monotonous tone. "I don't know what to do when I'm not plotting your death."
Jisung narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Plotting my death? Didn't you just promise that you would try to lessen doing that?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I was just kidding." Minho grinned and to Jisung, he looked like a cute, harmless little puppy with that dumb smile on his face.
"Um... Minho... you really can't step foot outside at all, right?"
"Not at all," he sighed. "I've tried for years to leave, but the force binding me to this house is strong. The furthest I can go is the front porch."
"Do you... do you want to roast marshmallows and go camping?" He asked, looking up at Minho hopefully.
"What? Did you just not hear me say that I can't go outside?"
Jisung chuckled. "I know that. But you can go to the front porch. I have an idea."
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"Okay, you can come up now!" He shouted down to the basement. Minho flew upstairs and was at his side in less than a second. He put a hand over his chest, letting out a gasp. "You've really gotta stop scaring me like that!"
Minho smirked. "Sorry, it's just a habit of mine to scare humans. Especially those annoying ones."
"Whatever you say," he grinned. "Follow me, but keep your eyes closed!" He grabbed Minho's hand and led him through the house. The demon smiled when he felt the presence of the human's soft skin against his.
"Okay, you can open them now," he said softly. Minho opened his eyes and was taken aback by what he saw. Jisung had built a small campfire on a wide metal bowl, and there were a pile of blankets directly in front of it. Everything was set up right there on the front porch.
"Oh, wait, let me give you this." He picked up a thin stick and handed it to Minho. "Can't roast marshmallows without these."
"Jisung I-" He paused in sheer awe. "You've really amazed me."
"Come sit." Jisung beckoned him towards the campfire, his cheeks turning to a peachy shade of orange next to the glow of the fire. "I also made some hot chocolate for us."
"Be still my cold, dead heart," Minho said warmly, taking a cup of hot chocolate from Jisung. "I don't know how you managed to do all this." He said as he plopped down next to the human.
"It wasn't that hard to prepare all of these," he smiled. "So, how do you like your hot chocolate?"
"It's good. Delicious." Minho took another sip, his eyes closing, and a deep, satisfied hum coming from his throat.
"You know, we could tell ghost stories. I think that's what people normally do around a campfire," Jisung suggested.
Minho hummed. "We could. But I'm not that interested in those stuff. And I think you and I have had enough ghost stories to tell to last us a lifetime." He grinned, nudging Jisung's shoulder with his own.
"Okay then, what do you want to do? I'm out of ideas."
"Hm... wanna go mess with that Ouija board in the basement? Messing with the ghosts here in this house would probably be very fun."
Jisung was weirded out by his suggestion, but he nodded anyways since he didn't want to disappoint Minho.
To be continued...
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Against all odds - Minsung [✔]
FanfictionJisung moves into his new home; unprepared for the upcoming events. He dangled his hand off the bed on the first night, only to feel another hand grab his own. His romantic self felt flustered, but the only problem was... he lived alone. This story...