"You are my everything"
A one shot where Jisung writes books and asks Minho to help him in trying some spicy stuff.
- One Shot
- 3165 Words
- Minsung
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The young author slumps back into his chair with a frustrated sigh. The papped chair rolls back a little until it hits the carpet and stops on its own.
Jisung had just been on the phone with Seungmin, or rather, had a video call with him. The other author had called him in panic and told him that he didn't know what to do next. Almost desperate he asked Jisung for the right plot. He was unable to see it among his many ideas. Normally it was always the other way around. Jisung had to talk his friend's ear off, giving him hour-long monologues until he found his plot. Now, for the first time, it was the other way around and it made Jisung happy to see that he wasn't the only one who needed it sometimes.
At the end of their conversation Seungmin had thrown a good question. "What do you think, does your boyfriend reads your dirty scenes?" The blonde-haired men asked, leaving Jisung feeling thoughtful but also somehow embarrassed.
He had no problem writing all that or talking about sex with his boyfriend, they had plenty of it themselves.
But to imagine that Minho also reads his books and thus the dirty smut scenes?
No, that was a strange thought, because for Jisung it was natural to exaggerate in his writing. Readers liked it more drama and more dirt and his loved way he wrote.
"Is that a new chair dance or what will it be when it's finished?" The amused voice of his boyfriend can be heard in the doorway to Jisung's room. The brown-haired man immediately straightens up in his writing chair and turns said chair towards the door. And his ginning boyfriend was standing right there. His recently dyed blue hair shines in the warm yellow light of Jisung's desk lamp. A perfect view of a perfect Greek god.
Minho has always had that perfect something.
When Jisung introduced his boyfriend to people, they were usually dazzled by his beauty and the next day they asked if Jisung's really loved him or was just with him because of his beauty. A crazy assumption if you didn't know Lee Minho the way Jisung knew him.
"I can't find an answer to an important question," sulks the younger men, setting his Boba eyes on their best peak. "That's my cue to disappear into the kitchen" grins the blue-haired dancer and is about to turn around when he stops as his boyfriend shouts a loud 'no'.
"You read my books, don't you?" Jisung asks his friend and plays with his fingers, the ring on this one was almost a gift from the gods. "Of course I read your book. You're practically forcing me to because for some reason you care about my non-professional opinion," Minho tries to answer as casually as possible and cover up his own confusion.
What the hell has happened now?
"Right," the brown-haired man mumbles, kneading his fingers harder as he gets more nervous about the next question. "Do you think it's strange?" His entire voice was tinged with his nervousness. Now the older man could no longer hide his confusion. His eyebrows draw together in confusion and he tilts his head. "What do I find strange?" He answers his boyfriend with an important counter-question and Jisung clears his throat:
