Fics like sunshine

“Did you eat?” They're both as familiar with unexpected turns in their schedule as can be, but Minho can't help the pang of guilt in his chest. “Had three protein bars at nine. Don’t think I can eat. Sorry for making you wait.” “It’s okay, jagi.” Soft and patient. “How about you shower while I eat something quickly and join you in bed?” Minho doesn’t answer immediately. Puckers his lips and Jisung laughs before pecking the pout. Sends him off with a final caress to his hand before disconnecting them. He’s so gentle with him that sometimes, Minho has to pause, has to stop himself from wondering whatever he must’ve done in a past life to deserve this. This. Jisung in bed with him, soft under the moonlight, facing him and petting his freshly washed hair. He smells like their toothpaste. His voice is syrupy with love. He asks about his day, and Minho answers briefly, too tired, and not needing to elaborate. Jisung’s touch remedies hours of practice. Seeps warmth into his skin. - - - or: Minho learns to lean on Jisung.

Fics like sunshine

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