Fics like checkmate, I couldn't lose

Minho has just finished watching Jisung paint a sky blue feature wall in their bedroom when he blurts out, “Okay, I’m ready to get married. You can propose to me now.” The simultaneous clatter of the paint roller on the ground and Jisung’s mouth gaping open sends Minho into a fit of laughter. A splatter of paint on Jisung’s cheek and the oversized paint shirt hanging limp off his frame only make Minho fonder. He rises from the stool he’s been sitting on to watch Jisung paint (re: watch him workout his arms) and crosses the room to him, waiting for Jisung to regain his speech whilst wiping the paint from his face. “I- what- now?” Jisung finally sputters, gazing up at Minho with terrified eyes. “No, not now, pabo. You have to get me a ring first.” “I’m proposing to you?” Jisung asks, incredulous. Even in his alarmed state, his arms still snake around Minho’s waist to keep him close. “You’re the hyung!” -- alternatively, Lee Minho is desperate to get a ring on his finger and Han Jisung is taking too long.

Fics like checkmate, I couldn't lose

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